I have not always felt the way I feel now. It was'nt that long ago when I was happy and ready to tackle the day. It was late September 2005, I was doing what would often do....clean house late at night. About 4 am I took the trash out and was assulted in my drive way. He first tried to choke me with the t-shirt I was wearing. To keep this story short He began hitting me a hollow shiney object. Which was later found to be a box knife. That very box knife he tried to cut my throat....I threw my arm over and he was only ble to slice my right shoulder and iner left arm. He was never caught. I had not lived in the house but for 3 months. And I hate this house I find it hard to go out sometimes. 4 months later I lost my job, mydog died and I have found myself sinking lowere and lower. The main reason we moved was get away from a person who had stocked me for over 10 years....I still wonder if he had something to do with what happened...I will probably never no.