Homeless "Big Black Hercules" Saved My Life in Chicago
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Somewhere around 2008 or so, I was in my early 20s, an inexperienced and petite female traveling across the US by train alone. I had family on one side of the country and then I lived on the complete other side. I went to visit my family and I was riding the Amtrak back home.
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Homeless "Big Black Hercules" Saved My Life in Chicago

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Somewhere around 2008 or so, I was in my early 20s, an inexperienced and petite female traveling across the US by train alone.

I had family on one side of the country and then I lived on the complete other side. I went to visit my family and I was riding the Amtrak back home.

We had a 13 hour layover and it was around midnight outside of the Amtrak in downtown Chicago.

I stepped outside with this girl, because she was my size and my age and also smoking and traveling alone. For that hour I felt like I belonged.

I met a homeless guy wearing a sign for some kind of homeless charity support thing.

He asked if I wanted to support homeless people doing something like getting jobs or an apartment or something like that by donating.

I gave him some money and I also gave him one of my extra lighters and some cigarettes. The entire night he called us his "Yorkies." He was a pretty cool big guy.

When I tell this story I refer to him as "Big Black Hercules." Really awesome dude.

Later on, if I remember right she left and I was out smoking by myself after 2:00 or 3:00 AM. Some guys came over and were trying to talk to me.

I didn't really want to talk because they were making me feel uncomfortable and they kept insisting that I go take a walk with them. I refused.

They continued to ask "Do you want to take a walk around the back and smoke a bowl?" I kept telling them, "No," but they were getting really persistent.

That's when I noticed one of the guys was saying, "No, I think you do," while pointing at me through his pocket in his coat.

I realized this dude likely has a gun and I'm alone outside in the middle of downtown Chicago outside of an Amtrak station, I don't see any guards,

it's cold and it's after midnight and now I'm in trouble.

When I realize they aren't leaving and they continue to tell me that I'm about to go, Big Black Hercules comes out and starts yelling at them. "Yo! Is there a problem?" The dudes go, "No, man.

No. No.

" "Why you messing with my yorky?!?

Get your ass out of here!" He chased them off and the dudes disappear and then I share a cigarette break with Big Black Hercules and thank him, but I didn't thank him enough and I wish I did.

I don't think I would have made it back home.

I learned four things that night:

1. Helping people might help you.

2. Traveling alone is not the best of ideas.

3. Don't go out at night alone in an unfamiliar place.

4. The people who have your back might be the people you least expect.

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