Arrested at the Border
Last week, I was arrested.
Full on, hands above your head, legs apart, slowly bring your arms down to be handcuffed and detained in a 6x6 cell, arrested.
I'm the type of girl who usually gets anxious about receiving a parking ticket. I feel all sorts of uncomfortable when an officer even questions my character. Think shame, guilt, vulnerability, misunderstood, scared, etc.
I strive to be a good law-abiding citizen. Occasionally going five or ten mph over the speed limit is as rebellious as I get.
But handcuffed, read my rights, and put in a holding room?
I was terrified.
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