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Twice now I've had guys pull a knife on me and tell me to hand over my wallet, both during high school in downtown Raleigh on my way to take the city bus. Twice I pulled out my own and was lucky enough to have the guys be more desperate than actually menacing and backed down when there was the possibility of more than a threat.
It changed my mom's thoughts... but not so much mine. I was carrying it because I'm highly distrustful.
Every other time I've encountered death has been on a more emotional level, meaning pain for me... but not a change in belief or actions.
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