Kidnapping Memories

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I've mentioned how many times I've skipped death and remembered two others that I had forgotten about. When I was 4-years old, I was sitting on the steps in front of our house when a man came walking down the sidewalk. He asked me where my Mom was and I pointed to the house. He asked me if I wanted to go to the park and I nodded my head yes. He took me by the hand and we started walking. About that time I heard my Mom yell my name. She came after me and the guy took off running. Needless to say, I got one hell of a whippin'. When I was 14, I was driving to the restaurant where I worked as a dishwasher. The car wound up with not one flat tire but two. It was only about a mile to the restaurant so even though it was raining, I decided to walk the rest of the way. A guy pulls up and asks if I want a ride. I got in the car and the first thing I noticed was a billy club attached to the dashboard and I though this was an off-duty cop. We took off and he reached over and grabbed me by my chi-chi. I squeezed closer to the door and he grabbed by my hoochie-coo and the worst part of it was, we had just passed the restaurant. I grabbed the door handle, slammed my shoulder into the door and went flying out of the car flipping end over end down into the ditch. Before I even stopped flipping, I was on my feet and running faster than an Olympic runner back towards the restaurant. Once I got inside, all I could get out was, "Call the police!" I don't know if they ever found him. Needless to say, my Mom who was the head cook at the restaurant chewed me out and said, "I'll bet you don't ever hitch a ride again, will ya!!!" Just like she had warned me about strangers when I was 4. Have never done it ever since either.