While trying to brainstorm ideas of what I should write about in my first blog post, I felt that it was only necessary to share the craziest story that has ever happened to me. Naturally I thought of the time that not only I got locked in a bank vault, but 12 other members of my family did as well.
Before I dive into the story, I want to begin by giving necessary background information. My grandpa owns a construction company, and when I was thirteen years old his company purchased an old abandoned bank, which was the largest purchase the company had made so far. Therefore, to celebrate this monumental step towards success for the company, he invited my whole family, all 13 of us, to take a tour of the building and go to dinner afterwards.
So, we get to the building and my family is walking around inspecting the bank. All of us are curious as to the where they kept the money, therefore we all go to the basement where the bank vault is located. Of course, in the bank vault are hundreds of tiny boxes lining the walls, where money was once kept. We all decided to start looking through the boxes to see if anything was left behind. We never really got the opportunity to look through all of the boxes because we were hit with a distraction.
While we were searching through these boxes, my youngest cousin closed the barred door to the vault. At this moment we all began to panic because the door was locked, we were in the basement so there were no windows, and none of us had cell phone service. Now, I need to remind you that this was a rather small room, crammed with 13 people. It should also be remembered that none of us had eaten anything because we were supposed to go out to dinner after viewing the building. At this point, my mom was crying, my grandma was freaking out, and my dad, uncle, and grandpa were trying to figure out a way to get cell phone service.
Finally, my grandpa managed to get cell phone service by putting his arm out the door between the bars and holding his phone up in the air. He got ahold of a locksmith who told him we were basically stuck and he did not know if there was a way we could get out, but he would come and try to help us anyway.
It turns out that the locksmith was able to open the door for us. The vault had two doors and my cousin had only closed one. The other door was a large metal door that would be impossible to open if shut. The locksmith had assumed we had shut the large metal door, which is why he said we were stuck. He later informed us that if the large metal door was shut there would have been no way to get us out and we would have eventually died in the vault because we would have run out of oxygen.
Often times people do not believe this story because of how far-fetched it sounds, especially when I say, “I was once locked in a bank vault.” People just look at me in disbelief, but it definitely happened and it was easily one of the scariest moments of my life. Luckily we were able to escape and it left us all with an interesting story to share.
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