I live in a small city in New England. It was an October evening. I decided to walk to visit a friend. There was a full moon. There had been reports lately that one should use care when walking at night. I reached my friends apartment, finding he was not home, I decided to start to walk home. I passed a laundromat and remarked to a man leaning against the wall that I was going to get a washer-dryer. I walked to a courtyard and sat on a bench deciding to admire the fool moon before walking up the hill home. It was starting to get dark. No one was around. The man that was leaning on the wall at the laundromat was walking towards me where I was sitting on the bench. He sat down next to me. He was six feet, about 180 pounds, long braided hair. He started to tell me that he has a girlfriend and a part time job. He was finding it difficult to support her and he did not get along with her family. I asked him how old he is, “Twenty-five”, he stated. I replied, “When I was your age it took me a while to get the things I wanted.” I then said to him, “I think I am going to get home.” He looked at me with blank, black eyes and said, “Before you go, I want your purse and all your money.” I said, slowly getting up, “I don’t have any money.” I ran quickly to the end of the court, trying to decide if I should try to run to the closest bar or run home. I stopped and turned to look where he was, and he was walking towards me, about ten feet away, when he said, “I have a knife.” I ran quickly to the door to city hall and prayed the door was unlocked on this evening. As I opened the door to safety, I felt him grab my purse off my shoulder and I fell to my knees inside the door. I ran up the stairs and a man was still working in his office. I screeched, “A man just assaulted me. He stole my purse.” The secretary said, “We have to call the police and report it.” The officer came, he methodically took my picture and my report. I asked the police officer if he would give me a ride home. When I got in the police cruiser, I noticed the officer had a bandage on his leg. I asked him, “What happened to you?” He replied that he had walked in on a burglary. I asked him if he thought I should still walk to choir rehearsal in the evening. He said, “Yeah, we’ll be around. People think this town will be like it was twenty or thirty years ago again. It won’t. People are meaner now.” When I got home, relieved, I was now safe, I turned on the t.v. and watched the movie ‘Carrie’. A few days later my wallet had been mailed to me by someone who found it in the bushes.