I was called to serve in Oklahoma City, OK. I chose to leave my family, my girlfriend, and, well, my life.
The first place I lived was in Edmond, but the city was in our area, too, so on my first day "in the field", we biked 24 miles to OKC.
Midway through the day, we were cornered by a black gentleman who was clearly on drugs, and he had a knife. He berated us about our temples being spaceships and threatened us multiple times that he wasn't gonna let us leave.
I tensed up, ready to throw down if it came to it, but we tried to politely disengage while backing slowly away. We got enough distance, jumped on the bike, and got the crap out of there. Immediate first-day wake-up call.
Most of us endured worse goy babble every day for two years. We’ll be okay!