I'm convinced to this day that detective dude helped saved my life. He's the one who always said go with your gut right? I've told the story of being stabbed when closing up the bookstore years ago. I've always felt it was a semi stalker situation by the things he said that evening before it happened. He kept trying to draw me toward the back of the store but my gut kept telling me not to. This is a guy who'd been a customer for awhile and I really didn't have a solid reason to be wary of him but that night I was. I KNOW if I'd gone towards the back I wouldn't be here today. I can't explain it, I just know it. Anyway, the blade nicked a nerve in my spine and I went down like a ton of bricks taking him with me (he had an arm wrapped around my neck). That was fortunate because going down threw him off guard I think. He jumped up and was standing over me looking kind of shocked and I just started screaming and kicking. He took off, I jumped up, locked the door and dialed 911. There was a helicopter, police and ambulance there in minutes.
That's so incredibly scary. I'm glad you made it out, but I'm sorry it happened at all.