So has anyone ever been drawn on?

There were heavy bushes around the entrance to where I worked at the time. I opened the office late one night to dump off some work before going home. I had a brief case, a couple of books that wouldn't fit in the full briefcase, a large set of work keys, and a boxed computer accessory that I was going to leave on my desk. As I fumbled with the keys, trying not to drop anything, a thin man hiding in the bushes pointed his weapon at me and demanded my wallet. I was so surprised that I didn't even react. He was standing about five feet away. I asked him if I could set something down to get my wallet. He yelled, "Hurry up!" I bent over, sat items on the ground, and pulled the loaded Kimber .45 out of my left armpit. I knew I was in a high crime area; I was stupid to have carried so much. I stayed crouched as I drew the .45 and prepared to fire. But he was GONE! He was so quick that he must have recognized that I was not submitting and had split around the corner of the building (the door was only ten feet from the end of the building). I went wide, gun ready, of the building only to see him running away. It was not until I got into my office and called the police non-emergency number that I realized how fast my heart was racing--but apparently not as fast as the robber raced. He could have easily shot me and I can only ume that he chickened out, didn't have a real gun, or God protected an idiot.