It's 8pm. Daylight Savings ended recently so it's pretty dark out already. I woke up from a nap realizing that I missed dinner that the shelter provides. My stomach began to growl. Perhaps the corner store two blocks away can compensate for my dinner. Should be an easy task. Nope. Not for me. You see, I have a severe heart condition and anxiety that comes with it. Traveling even a mere two blocks is already a journey for me, especially when done alone. My heart is unstable, causing me to regularly have unusual feelings in my chest and my anxiety causes me to believe any unusual, heavy feeling to be perceived as my impending doom. This feeling is especially true when I travel alone and I involuntary prepare myself in the case my true end is near so that I may defy it. However, this preparation also causes me even more discomfort.
 My stomach is growling again and the pain seems to almost rival that in my chest. I have no choice but to make the journey. I stepped outside from the doors of my shelter. Before I begin my journey, I took a few minutes to compose myself. When I was ready, I began to walk towards the store. I hit my first obstacle: a stop light. I awaited for the light to turn green. What may seem like only a few seconds, I perceive as a few minutes. I have yet to feel the discomforts in my chest but I was tired despite my nap. When the light turned green, I looked both ways and proceed. So far so good. However, I've sighted some shady characters ahead of my path. Despite this, I continued my pace forward. Just after a few yard, the chest discomforts and anxiety began to talk hold. I feel a force in my body, beckoning me to return to the safety of my shelter. However, the pain from my stomach is telling me otherwise. Should I press on or endure the growling pain until morning? I chose to steel myself and continue forward. As I approach the shady group, my chest discomforts worsen as with my anxiety. Suddenly, a sharp and dull pain began to erupt from my chest. To make matters worse, I was right in front of the shady group. I fall to my knees in pain, attempting to muster my strength. I was failing and began to lose consciousness. Finally, I fall to the ground and I lose consciousness.
 It was dark. There was nothing but total darkness. Everything was completely black. I could not hear or feel anything. I couldn't move. Is this the end? Is this what it feels like? My fears finally came true and even with my irrational fear involuntarily preparing me to avoid this moment, I was unable to react in time to call for help and have a chance of saving myself. Now my body is under the mercy of those people that I collapsed in front of. Will they help me or will they take advantage of me? I fear the latter. At least I won't have to witness the unspeakable acts they will do to me.
 Suddenly, I hear voices. They sounds like mumbles. I couldn't make out what the voices are saying but I hear them. After a few minutes, I could hear them more clearly. I began start to feeling again but I still couldn't move. Another few more moments later, I finally had the strength to open my eyes but just barely. I was on a gurnee and I saw what appears to be a paramedic. "Hey, are you alright?" One of the paramedics asked me. I had an oxygen mask on but I tried to reply "What happened?" "You had a minor heart attack and these guys were performing CPR on you," the paramedic said. I looked around and I was inside an ambulance, headed towards the hospital. "What did the people doing the CPR looked like?" I asked. "They were a group of men in their 30s with slightly tattered outfits," the paramedic replied. What the paramedic said matched the description of those shady guys looked like right before I passed out. They saved me? I checked my pockets to make sure nothing was taken from me. I had everything except my medical cards. Do the medics have them? "Hey, do you have my medical cards?" I asked the paramedics. "Yes, ma'am. We do," he replied. "We were able to pull up your medical records and you insurance. Looks like you're covered." He then showed me my two medical cards. Good everything's with me. "Ah, good," I said in relief. "You should rest until we get there, ma'am," the paramedic told me. I complied and closed my eyes for the remainder of the trip to the hospital.
 I'm relieved that I live another day and I was not taken advantaged of. I was lucky those people did the right thing. I feared the worst that I could lose a lot of valuable things and would have a tough time getting them back. Though I know this was just a story, it's a reality I fear could come true and the worst happens. This is what my anxiety is trying to make me avoid and to prepare for. I know I can't prepare for everything and I will be forced into situations where I must travel alone. You've just seen a glimpse of my fears.