About ten days ago, I was at home around 5 pm, watching TV with my dog. My wife looked out the window and said, "There are four guys by your car." I checked and saw two teens and two younger boys focused on my car. I grabbed my keys, went out, and unlocked the car remotely, startling them. The oldest quickly said, "Hey, I know this looks bad, but I’m just using your car as a mirror." The others stayed silent. I said, "No worries, I’m just getting something," and grabbed my sunglasses. After shutting the door, I asked, "What’s up?" The oldest said, "Nothing, we’re waiting for a friend." I told them to stay safe, gave a fist bump, and went back inside. The next day, my wife showed me a story about a 64-year-old Uber driver shot by four teens. The ages matched those boys. A few days later, I saw those same boys in court. It could have been me. Why didn’t they target me? Maybe because I treated them with respect? I count myself lucky.
