Love my enemies ... how can I do that?

IT WAS ABOUT 9:30 on an April night in Queens. I was walking down the sidewalk of a crowded, shop-lined street. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a gang attacked me.

Five or six guys slammed me to the ground, shoved me out into the street, grabbed my stuff, and started punching me and yelling at me as if I had betrayed them. They were acting as if they wanted to kill me. But I'd never even seen them before. I didn't even live around there.

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