As I approached the market I realized that I hadn't returned since the incident took place just a few weeks prior. I will never forget the faces of the three teenage boys that began the horrible misunderstanding. All I kept hearing the closer I got was their voices yelling out, "He's got a bomb". What happened next I will never forget as long as I live.
The panic that ran through the crowds of people was enough to send chills up and down my spine. I looked over at the man scurrying to the door of the market to lock him and the shoppers inside. I was left standing in the middle of the side walk humiliated and afraid for my life. I remember thinking to my self, "I better hurry up and remove my jacket and shirt so I can prove my innocence before things got any worse. Just when I got my jacket off I felt a body lunging at me knocking me to the ground. He was yelling "Don't move or I'll shoot"!! The only thing I kept telling myself is to stay still and cooperate with the now half a dozed police officers that surrounded me so that I remained ok.
My arm was throbbing from the large scrape it had and my ears rang with screams of terror from my fellow New Yorkers. I remember looking over at their faces and witnessing the true definition of post 911 stress disorder. The teens were snickering and whispering among themselves as to... [continues]
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