I was almost attacked one night. Following his shouts and quick pace in following me, the young man put his hands in his pockets and I feared the worse. By then he was only about six feet away. I simply folded my hands right there and then in supplication and chanted the 'Supreme x many, I suppose.
When I looked in his direction about 30-45 seconds later, he was walking backwards with a strange look on his face. I turned and went quickly home.
I was lost in Austria, did not speak the lingo and the police was not much help. I went back to where I thought that my friends had disappeared and waited to no avail. Some four hours later, you can imagine I was quite desperate by then, a car suddenly pulled up in front of me. It was my friends. I was so happy that they had come for me! Surprise, surprise! They were in fact going home on a route that they had taken several times. Only this time, for some unknown reason, they had missed the turning at the roundabout, and took a route which led directly to where I was standing. Is that spooky? God is merciful.