With nerve damage in my legs (neuropathy), I couldn’t run. With me walking with a cane, the kids probably figured I was an easy target.
I thought with any kind of luck, they would simply steal my groceries and the little bit of money I had on me. If I didn’t have such luck, they would also beat me up or kill me in broad daylight.
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