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After an extrememly productive night, I headed home and fell into bed just shy of 4:00 AM. I slept peacefully until around noon, got up, checked email, and then the phone rang. It was a friend of mine with one whopper of a story. It seems that he and another friend of mine were mugged at gunpoint last night. Thank God they’re ok, but it begs another question: What the hell is wrong with people? Did this crazy wacko just hang out with a gun on the off-chance that two unsuspecting souls would happen to cruise along at 3:00 in the morning so he could steal everything they had on them? Did he just wake up in the middle of the night and say to himself “Hmmm. I’m kinda bored. Let’s go see who’s around that I can terrorize?” Here’s the kicker: The guy that was with my friend shouldn’t have even been with her. It was just a stroke of luck. What would have happened had she been alone? Her son was sleeping in her apartment just a few feet away. Yes, credit cards and checkbooks can be replaced, locks can be changed, but this bastard has now taken something from her that she’ll never be able to fully get back: her sense of security. She didn’t do anything wrong, and she certainly didn’t deserve this; on the contrary, she’s one of the most open and caring people I know. Thank God everyone’s okay.