Tuesday was very cold. I agreed to meet someone at his home. No problem, I thought. It would be a professional meeting, Five o’clock in the evening. I only had to travel about two miles. One quick right turn. There was I on a deserted snow covered road. More snow was piled on one side than the other. Where was this “first house”? The one with a boarded up door? With a light, cream colored curtain at the front window? There was no plowed driveway. No tracks from heavy boots.
I pulled to the side of the road to call his daughter. Two vehicles passed me going in the same direction. The SUV stopped and pulled to the same side of the road. Maybe about ten to fifteen feet ahead of me. I remained on the phone to verify where I was going. Time was precious. Was it possible that the driver was diligently waiting to see if I wanted help or not? I drove off and lowered my speed as I got next to him. I wanted to signal that I was alright. His head remained straight. I could not see his eyes with those “Unabomber” sunglasses. His affect was flat. Not like a man interacting with someone on the phone. If a white seagull had passed so close to my window, I would have acknowledged it.
One quarter of a mile down the road, I looked and his vehicle was still there. Parked with flashing lights. In two shakes of a bird’s tail I noticed the vehicle again. This time it seemed like it was five feet behind me. He kept driving close to the back of my car. Then veering off. Doing the same thing. Again and again. Like he was making the letter “s” in the road. Ten to fifteen harrowing seconds. Time stretched like a rubber band!
I tried to keep my composure as best as I could. He must have noticed what I was doing. Phone to my ear. Eyes on the rearview mirror. Hey lady on the line! Someone crazy is trying to force me off the road! If I pull to the side who knows if I would get stuck. I refused to do either. He had enough room to overtake. On this empty, mile long road.
A blue truck suddenly came from the opposite direction. He quickly made a left turn without any indication that he would. I can only surmise. About his intentions. I can only thank God for His protection. That morning I was twice a Samaritan. To an old lady. Then to a woman.
My heart goes out to women who truly suffered. Left a handbag in an empty car. Rushed from one place to another. Helplessly. Blinded by such scenarios. Disarmed by predators. Under the pretext of being kind.
Bring our women home!
Bring them back to the spaces they left behind. To the place on the side of the bed they kept warm. To their unborn children. Their heartbroken parents.
Bring them home.