I woke completely from a haze, forgetting where I am and how I got here. A man who I barely knew stood before me. Assuming That I would understand him, he yelled at me in a language I cearly didn't get. Spit hit my face as he spoke. He was getting more and more angry as I was getting more and more confused and scared. I plead for this man to stop yelling, hoping that my weeping and begging would end this horrid nightmare. A sudden burst of pain and tingle-ness scattered across my check. Then a bright light caught my eyes. He held a knife, no longer then the size of a loaf of bread, and held it to my throat. I cried harder, afraid that my life would end soon, I thought of my beautiful wife and two girls.