Two great stories.

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1.  I was in my early 20s but with full adult awareness/memory at my mother’s house for a family get-together.  We were playing a game called Bump at the dining room table when the doorbell rang. 

“I’ll get it,” I said and crossed the kitchen for the entry and started to open the door.  As was usual for me at that age (newly returned from Iran with a huge distrust of men), I opened the door only a crack just to see who was there.  It might seem odd that I even volunteered to get the door if I was so afraid of finding a man there, but my frame of mine was one of controlling the situation.  If it wasn’t someone I would want in the house, I could refrain from letting them in you see.

It was a very large rough looking middle-aged man with a gun tucked into…

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