Was on a meth binge for three days and almost got mugged/stabbed. Then I saw an old friend at church

Was on a three day meth binge last night when I was driving down the street. I saw a young 14-15 year old black kid walking in the opposite direction, with his head down, earbuds in. I had been driving blakc circles in my neighborhood for hours and had been considering going home. It was 2am. <br><br>I felt compelled to stop my car, and when he looked up, I rolled down my window and asked him if he was okay. I told him not to walk around this neighborhood by himself at this time. He said he was fine. I asked him how old he was. He said 14. He had earbuds in so I leaned my head out the window to talk to him. <br><br>I had on Airpods since I had been listening to music all night in my car. He walked up to me at the passenger window, pointed at my earbuds and asked, "Can I get those?" I said no but in the back of my mind thought, I'm not giving this young black man my earbuds after what the cops did to George Floyd. <br><br>I told him I had on earbuds too, but he got closer to my window and started reaching in. I thought he was going to stab me or shoot me. So i backed up and sped away. <br><br>I thought about the situation for a second and thought, "Was that really what I just thought? Was I really thinking that I didn't want to give this boy my earbuds because he was black?" It wasn't like that. I wasn't thinking like that. That wasn't what was going through my mind at all. <br><br>I drove around the block to see if he was still walking, and he was. I pulled up to him again and rolled down my window. I asked him how old he was again and what his name was. He was 14 but I don't remember his name. I offered him my earbuds again and he said okay. <br><br>After that I drove home and then to church to attend confession. When I pulled in I saw an old friend I've known since I was a kid. His dad is a priest at the church I was attending confession at. I also remember during lent one year, he gave me a cross that he got from Jerusalem. I still have it hanging above my desk. <br><br>I walked up to him and we talked in the parking lot for a while. Hadn't seen him in a few years. He's doing alright. <br><br>I went inside and confessed. It was nice. The priest prayed for me and gave me advice on how to stay sober. It was nice. Made me feel better.