Throughout the whole ordeal, no one hugged me. No one had counseled me or told me that everything would be okay. No one came to talk to me and explain all of the emotions I was feeling. No one told me that if I didn’t find a way to deal with the fear I felt, I would become paranoid; would reach a point where I would rather victimize someone else than become a victim. No one explained to me that cars weren’t galloping chariots of death, driven by the grim reaper himself.
