Startled, I rushed to the window, my heart skipping a beat as I saw a man standing on top of my van. He was visibly agitated, swinging a metal pipe, and the sound of shattering glass echoed down the street. My mind raced as I tried to understand what was happening. The van was my lifeline, the vehicle I relied on to make deliveries and keep my business afloat. Watching it being destroyed felt like a personal attack.
