Right Place, Wrong Time

February 21, 2009 would be a very memorable day of my life. I even planned of betting lotto with the numbers 02, 21, 20, 09.

At around 8:20 in the evening, I was already walking home when suddenly a man riding a motorcycle stopped in front of me. I got nervous since it was unsual for him to do that considering that there was nobody or no other car blocking his path. He just stayed there without putting off the engine of his vehicle.He seemed to be texting someone.

Sensing alarm, I immediately walked fast towards my house but on a curve an anxious looking man in black and white stripes shirt, shorts and a bull cap walked towards me. I thought he was just trying to encroah my path so I sidestepped. But he proceeded to block my way just few inches away from he. I saw half of his ugly face and his reddish eyes.

He told me to hand my bag. I even said no. But he again told me to hand my bag or else he'll shoot me while pulling from his stomach a silver .45 caliber pistol and covering it with his shirt.

I calmly handed him my bag and stepped back away from him. Not yet satisfied, he even told me to give him my wallet which he thought was in my pocket. Maybe, he saw that my right hand pocket was a little bulky since luckily, I placed my cellphone there. I told him that there's nothing left. That everything's in the bag already. He then left. When I tried to look back I saw him looking back and I even shouted that my book is in the bag! But instead of pursuing him I just turned my back fearing that he'll approach me again and this time shoot me. He then rode in what seemed to be the getaway honda xrm motorcycle.

Just a few seconds after turning I saw my father who was about to go to the store. I told him what happened and we immediately called assistance. Alarm was spread throughout the village. We then went to the police station and had a police blotter.

In my bag, were my two cellphones but thank God they were just cheap since they are just for my loading business. I had my cheap mp3 for recording lectures in school. My eyeglasses. My coin purse with few 20 pesos bills and coins (Haha too bad for them!). My Civil Code which was the most valuable! and the worst thing is that I had my school ID inside with picture, address, and home landline.

At 1:30 in the morning, the phone rang. My sister answered it and the guy in the other line said that he was from 911 and asked for me. He wanted to ask me for the description of my assailant. I whispered to my sister not to hand me the phone and instead tell him i'm already asleep. My father went out of his room and grabbed the phone from my sis. With his voice raised, he scolded the guy saying that if he was indeed from the 911 why would he be calling at so late an hour. He said that why would 911 call when we just went to the police station for blotter. He added that if he really wanted to talk to me he should call in the morning. The guy then apoligized saying that he will call again in the morning.

Morning came but there was no call from the guy claiming he was from 911. Maybe my father scared the shit out of him. He should be.

I heard from my older sister's classmate that a similar incident also happened last night in another place. Also a classmate told me that a neighbor in their village was likewise harrassed by motor cycle riding men just last week. The president of our homeowner's association also said that almost two months ago in the same spot where I was assailed, a Turkish man was also held-up. They are now planning something to stop these incidents.

Maybe this is a new modus for them - attacking villages where not too many people pass by in the street at night.

Im still a little shaken by what happened. A first hand experience. A life threatening moment. I just pray that the Lord will get them for me. If not in their lifetime, in another life where justice will be served. God have mercy on their black, smoky, ugly souls. For their parents, too bad you raised ugly and merciless cowards.