We will never forget

One year ago today, something changed my life forever. That moment? (See below)

I was exiting Pennsylvania Station as I normally do on a weekday when I noticed a new Starbucks. It must have been born the night before because I walk down this street often and I’d never seen it before. So naturally as an iced coffee enthusiast I had to stop in to purchase a beverage. After picking up my refreshing grande iced coffee I turned around and noticed I somehow had missed a stabbing? Now you might ask “Hey Samir, how could you miss a stab event?” To help with that, check out the non-scale photo of the Starbucks below to familiarize yourself with the layout of the store.

I was in the drink pickup section with my back turned when the situation happened. As a person in 2015 I had to take a photo of it and upload it immediately to social media. Then of course I had to get out of there because I did not want to be the next victim.

Outside I saw a longer trail of blood down the side walk — from what I could gather the stabbing happened outside and the person rushed into the Starbucks, perhaps to clean up the wound? Or get a scone to put on it to stop the bleeding? I don’t know.

I could not stop thinking about it. That iced coffee changed my life.

A day passed.

Two days passed.

Three days.

Four days.

Finally, a week.

The days became weeks.

And the weeks became months.

The New Year came around.

And the months passed.

And they passed.

And passed.

And passed.

And passed.

And passed.

Which brings us to today.

One year has passed now. Every day I think about that stabbee. What even happened? Did they catch the stabber? Who even stabs anymore? Are they OK now? Did they at least get a free drink? I need to know.

I want to be able to sleep at night again.

Side note: There was a little redemption in all of this. After the first day , one of my twitter followers happened to be in the photo.