A Night to Remember The most traumatic experience I’ve ever gone through was getting held up by three Mexicans. In some ways I regret my actions. If I had it my way, I would go back and handle myself a lot differently. Luckily, this situation now makes me think more when I’m in other tense situations. It all started Halloween night 2001 in Dallas, Texas. My girlfriend, Tamara and I were driving from her house to mine for the night.
It was about a thirty-minute drive and somewhere along the way we got separated. Tamara called me about five minutes from my house and told me there were some guys following her. I said ‘okay, well meet me in front of my house and I’ll see who it is. I thought it would be a bunch of high school punks.
Tamara pulled up to my house and so did a red Ford Taurus. While pulling in the Taurus pinned Tamara’s car in so it couldn’t move. That’s when these guys really started pissing me off. The guys in the Taurus didn’t realize I was there because I had my lights off so I turned my brights on and speed in front of there car and got out and yelled ‘What the fuck are you doing following my girlfriend.’ After saying this I looked into the car and realized that these guys weren’t in high school.
They were three adult Mexican males who didn’t look too happy with the words I had spoken. After a brief pause the man from the passenger seat got out of the car and shouted ‘what the fuck did you just say to me?’ I froze in total shock as he pulled a gun on me and told me he was going to shoot me. I was totally numb at this point, as anyone would be. He then started yelling that I wasn’t such a big man now and that I was just a punk ass white boy. The man started asking me what I thought about die ing and asking me if I wanted to die. I responded surprisingly calm and said ‘no sir, I don’t want to die, and I’d like to live’.
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The man must have asked me if I wanted to die a dozen or so times. The man continued to walk around ranting and raving and shouting at me. While walking around shouting he was waving his gun in my face which was making me very nervous. All the time this was going on Tamara was sitting in her car frozen with terror. They had basically turned all there attention on me. The man then asked me what I thought about him stealing my car and I responded saying ‘Sir, if you’d like my car by all means please take it.’ He then got into my car and tried to get into gear but I guess he couldn’t so he got out and said he didn’t want it anymore.
At this point I thought I was going to die, in my head I was saying ‘Please God have them take me and give Tamara enough strength to drive out of there and save herself.’ As soon I thought that the man put his gun down probably in fear from the neighbors calling the cops. He then said I was a ‘lucky motherfucking white boy’. And just as soon as they appeared they left, he got in his car and they drove off. While he was yelling at me I got his license plate number. As they were driving off I called the police on my cell phone and gave them all the info and about fifth teen minutes later they caught them.
The men had beer, marijuana and pornography in their car. The police said that they were probably going to rape Tamara. After all of this went down, the cops came over and we gave our statements and that was the end of it. If I could go back and do this all over I would have acted a little differently. First of all I wouldn’t have had Tamara drive to my house. Instead, I would have had her drive to a police station, fire station, grocery store or anywhere and honk her horn until someone came out to help.
Or better yet, I would have had her call 911 from her cell. By taking them home I made us more vulnerable and put us in danger. Second of all I would have never got out of my car because I didn’t know who these people are or what they had. When I got out of the car I made myself a target and made them feel more powerful than me.
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The third and final thing I would have changed about this incident would be the way I yelled at the guys before I knew what was going on. I look back on it and think of all that could have happened. I could have been shot, Tamara could have been raped or perhaps it could have been avoided. If I wouldn’t have lost my temper with them straight away, they may have just been surprised by my presence alone and left. They were not expecting that I would be waiting for Tamara. Possibly they would have just decided to veto the whole idea had they hadn’t been so provoked by my yelling.
Overall, I look back on that night with some regret, yet also with great thankfulness. Regrets or not though, Tamara and I are both okay and that’s what really matters. I’ll just try turn this negativity into a learning experience. Hopefully the next time I am in a stressful situation I will review all the consequences and all of my actions before I act upon them..
