The Elevator

the elevatorLast year a man in Brownsville stabbed two children while he rode on the elevator with them.  One child died.

When I was younger my parents always told me to be careful who I rode the elevator with but I didn’t think anything of it.  Once I was free I could get on the elevator with whomever I pleased.

I don’t feel that way now and I shouldn’t have felt that way then.  Now I do not feel comfortable riding on the elevator with anyone.  I feel as though if someone could hurt two innocent children on an elevator they wouldn’t think twice about hurting me.

I’m not going to take the stairs (that’s a different post) but I can wait a bit longer to catch an elevator that I can ride alone.


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