Hecate's Crossroads reminds us all of a simple fact of life. Shit happens. Bad shit happens. It happens everywhere and to people of all ages, races, creeds, genders, etc.
Violent crime is always played off as someone else's problem, until it happens to you. Watch the news and you'll see people proclaim that "stuff like this doesn't happen around here" or "it doesnt happen to good people like Jill/Bob/Nancy. The very fact that they're even saying it is evidence that it does in fact happen. Unimaginable things like that don't happen, until they do, and anywhere they believe to be a "safe place" is, until it's not.
You can live in denial or you can accept harsh realities and be proactive. I'm happy every time I hear of someone making the latter choice.
Why am I posting this now? Because someone in my building was the victim of a strongarm robbery yesterday, in the middle of the afternoon and in a "safe" area of Wilmington. People in the office were freaking out, as if this event someone snapped them out of a mindless stupor. I don't get it, but maybe that's because I'm walking several blocks everyday into and out of what is generally regarded as a "bad" area of town. As such, I'm forced to be more acutely aware of my surroundings on a daily basis.
No place is safe and no person is safe, but those who take steps to ensure their own personal well-being are "safer." They've realized bad shit happens, and they're prepared. Now if only those people could recruit others to that basic line of reasoning. I continue to hope that my fellow American's will adopt that mindset before the bad shit visits them.