This happened a long time ago, 19 years ago to be exact, in what I believe is the event that started to end a very dark part of my life. By the way, English is my second language, and while I have been speaking it consistently over the last 20ish years, this is the first time I’m writing anything longer in it, so please try and laugh off any grammatical errors. Also, I’ll provide some background information on myself, to bore you guys before I get into the good parts, but also so you can see my fragile state when this happened.
It was August of 2001, I was 21, and had just moved to Canada, Toronto to be exact. I hadn’t come because I wanted to, but because I desperately needed to change my surroundings, too many bad memories, and too much negativity. I’m from a war-torn Eastern European country, I saw, with my own two eyes, too many things I wish I never had, though I can’t say I suffered from PTSD, I did suffer a very major personal loss, one I wish on no one. I luckily, was an electrician, and managed to obtain papers for Canada, I spoke next to no English when I arrived.