tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352920971254096499.post6011593839274865724..comments2023-10-26T08:14:30.016-07:00Comments on Katie Gates: Stories and Opinions: AntennaeKatie Gateshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01264642384901419402noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352920971254096499.post-29240575457644261672011-07-24T18:34:33.405-07:002011-07-24T18:34:33.405-07:00Try being robbed 3 times, you get some serious ant...Try being robbed 3 times, you get some serious antennas. :) Sorry for being MIA, work is killing me. Hopefully another week and then I can breath. :)<br /><a href="http://fragilemouse.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow">Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow</a>Juleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02136045025997662057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352920971254096499.post-15669519152503531152011-07-23T15:16:46.499-07:002011-07-23T15:16:46.499-07:00Thank you for a riveting post! I think we all can ...Thank you for a riveting post! I think we all can recall moments when we just "knew" something was about to happen before it did. Usually, they aren't so scary, but I appreciated the reminder to trust my intuition!Sandihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15923693784234135636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352920971254096499.post-48439589294181218082011-07-23T09:35:37.952-07:002011-07-23T09:35:37.952-07:00I think women are far too quick to "not creat...I think women are far too quick to "not create a scene" for our own good. I was walking down Sansome Street in the financial district of San Francisco one morning. The sidewalks were packed with people. But at a stoplight, I felt the presence of someone who was standing a little too close to me. I got a firm hold on my bag, and pulled out my keyring that had about 20 keys on it and clutched it firmly in my right hand. I figured the guy would go for the purse but I was wrong. He grabbed my breast with one hand and my crotch with the other hand when the light turned green. I screamed bloody murder and hit him in the face with my keys as hard as I could. He tried to scamper away but I kept after him for a few seconds, screaming like a banshee. Yeah, people were looking at me in horror (because I looked like the nut), but I ignored that.<br /><br />Another time, a guy followed me home and I had to make a choice about going to the apartment entryway that was somewhat hidden from the street. I started yelling for my non-existent husband until a neighbor came to the window and I asked them to come downstairs. By this time, the guy was wandering off down the street. These would be predators do not want an audience. I always trust my instinct too, Katie.Linda Medranohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03440058568073764902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352920971254096499.post-62898055428472644102011-07-22T10:38:30.122-07:002011-07-22T10:38:30.122-07:00Fortunately, I've never been mugged, though I ...Fortunately, I've never been mugged, though I lived in Vegas for a number of years and well remember "the feeling" when you know something is amiss. I've experienced it more than once, but never had to actually fight or run. One thing I have always told my daughters: Trust your gut and don't worry about looking like an idiot if you over-react. Better to over-react and stay safe. Good post. Chilling.Lisa Ricard Clarohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05048410207952052295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352920971254096499.post-62104144004517008522011-07-22T09:33:45.310-07:002011-07-22T09:33:45.310-07:00I take my safety for granted so this scared the li...I take my safety for granted so this scared the living daylights out of me. I've been in harm's way more often than I care to admit, but I've trusted my gut and come out safely. There was a stretch of time that I didn't trust myself about anything. That time still haunts me because while in that space of vulnerability I was taught things I my never unlearn. I'm working on it, yet those ghosts still linger.<br /><br />Beautifully written and a must-read for folks who learned not to trust their instincts.Cherylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14843459906469325667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352920971254096499.post-38773730689413394582011-07-21T18:11:10.270-07:002011-07-21T18:11:10.270-07:00Well written and chilling. I'm so glad you tru...Well written and chilling. I'm so glad you trusted yourself, Katie. A good reminder to all your readers. Thanks.Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07247877396600721769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352920971254096499.post-45847130618002991552011-07-21T13:05:51.574-07:002011-07-21T13:05:51.574-07:00The most recent issue of "O" is about in...The most recent issue of "O" is about intuition, and one of the articles there talks about how our bodies know things before our minds do. Your stories bear that out. <br /><br />Amazing stories.Deb Shuckahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03439395710731341021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352920971254096499.post-2463043995579541282011-07-20T18:24:39.120-07:002011-07-20T18:24:39.120-07:00It's hard not to let people in behind you when...It's hard not to let people in behind you when you get buzzed in. But I remember break ins happening in my Forest Hills neighborhood, so I tried to be better about it. Scary stories.Theresa Milsteinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03477761307315565259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352920971254096499.post-11501693026775153242011-07-20T16:02:20.873-07:002011-07-20T16:02:20.873-07:00I remember the time you came to my place on Madiso...I remember the time you came to my place on Madison Avenue. I buzzed us in with my key and there was a guy right behind us. You turned and closed the door very quickly, so he was left outside. We took the elevator to my apartment and you came in. Several hours later, there was a knock on the door. It was the local policemen (whose I acquaintance I had made after my apartment was burgled). They told us that a man had come in and got on an elevator with a woman and he had taken her to roof and raped her. We both knew it was the man behind us at the door. I was so grateful to your antennae that night. My southern belle graciousness and country mouse naivety would have offered him entry. But you knew...and I still respect your intuition.Martha Gates-Mawsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13968343759908672318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352920971254096499.post-63084546202971312672011-07-20T12:57:37.375-07:002011-07-20T12:57:37.375-07:00Intuition is our own best friend. I love reading ...Intuition is our own best friend. I love reading about it and learning about it. I am learning how to listen to mine more as I get older. Hey, I think Mama Kat (Mama's Losin' It) has a prompt on intuition for tomorrow's link-up if you want to participate!Kristy @Loveandblasphemyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02634987114195614214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352920971254096499.post-62829046413476768892011-07-20T06:50:26.697-07:002011-07-20T06:50:26.697-07:00What a riveting story, Katie...Not at all how I ex...What a riveting story, Katie...Not at all how I expected it to end.Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.com