Twenty years ago, I was working for a florist located in my neighborhood. One Thursday morning, a man walked into the store and pulled a handgun while ordering me to open the cash register. In panic, I fumbled trying to open the drawer. I was terrified someone would enter the store and the gun would go off while pointed at me. He got away with less than $50 but stole my sense of safety. I became uncomfortable in public, was diagnosed with PTSD and moved within a year. To this day I avoid certain situations that trigger panic.