Every time I announce that I'm going on a trip by myself, I think I give my parents something of a panic attack. They suddenly become hyper-concerned with my safety and my surroundings. And yes, when you travel to an unfamiliar place you should definitely be cautious. I believe that most people are good: they want love, respect and joy, but there are some serious wrong-doers out there, so you've got to keep your senses keen.
Where is all this blabbering headed? Well, it's the set-up for the story of Monday night in the city.
It was about 11:30 PM on Monday night and I was just heading home with a friend after a fantastic evening at Panamania. My place is in a residential neighbourhood in which I have never felt unsafe. We were walking along and chatting when we heard the sound of someone vomiting followed by a whisper, "I think I've been drugged".
We turned to see a petite woman crouched on the sidewalk with her purse on the ground, the contents of which were scattered on the sidewalk. We approached her and asked if she needed our assistance. She was confused, disoriented and had no recollection of how she had gotten there.
Eventually, she was able to tell us her name and where she lived. Luckily, she had made it only a few blocks from her home. We helped her stand, gingerly walked her home and made sure that she was able to get into her apartment.
While this whole ordeal was unsettling for us, I can only imagine the fear this woman felt. She may never remember what happened on Monday night or how she got home, but I'm glad that we were there to help. I can only hope that a kind stranger would do the same for me.
I don't want to sound like a beauty pageant contestant and wish for world peace, but if we could stop trying to do each other harm, the world would definitely be a better place. Until then ladies and gents, watch your drinks and use the buddy system when you can.
To the person responsible for Monday night's episode : SHAME ON YOU, plus some other choice words I will spare everyone else from reading.