My closest call came about 30 years ago. The incident occurred on 12/7/89. It was 11:30 p.m. on a Thursday. Kris was pregnant with Chad. She got a craving for pizza, as did I. I walked the 2-3 blocks from our house to the main boulevard in Woodland Hills, CA.
On the way back I heard the words, “Hey buddy, slow down.” At the corner, 300 feet from our house, he stopped me with a gun. I could see it shining under the streetlight. He was on my left and his companion was in a pickup truck on my right.
When I saw the gun, time slowed down to almost a standstill. This felt dreamlike but it was real. I prayed fervently and quietly.
The gunman asked for the pizza and my wallet. I tried to be as gentle and non-confrontational as I could.
Then I handed him the pizza and my fanny pack which had about seven dollars and change. That was what remained from the 20 dollar bill I had taken for the pizza. The pack had nothing else, as, again, I had walked not driven to the pizza place.
Thank God, at that point, they took the money and drove away. I returned to the restaurant where they empathetically gave me a free pizza.
I remember these events vividly, as I easily could have died at 44. My dear Kris would have been suddenly widowed. My dear daughter would have lost me at nine years of age. My dear son would have never seen his bio-father. I am so thankful for the blessing of life, L’Chaim.