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When I was 4 I got lost in a city and was rescued by what my dad thought was a gang. We had dinner in Chinatown with another
family. Crossing the street after dinner, we were holding hands in a big chain. My older sibling let go. When the light changed and
everyone crossed I stayed on the sidewalk, I was looking through a window into a barber shop.
When I finally looked around everyone was gone. I started to cry. A group of teenagers approached and asked if I was lost, I said yes. A
tall kid hoisted me into his shoulders and started down the block. Other kids split up and.. went in different directions. We rounded a
corner and I saw my dad. He turned white and ran toward us. The kid lowered me to the ground, Other kids stood around awkwardly
while the tall kid explained what happened to my dad. My dad flung himself at the kid and hugged him.
Years later my dad told me he saw the same group of kids hanging around and was suspicious that they were a gang. He was
embarrassed and tried to be less judgmental after that. Wish I could thank those guys.
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