But when I found myself back home one winter break, with my face planted in the floor, my hands tied behind my back and a burglar's gun pressed to my head, I knew that even the best education couldn't save me.
Bet, kad kādā ziemas brīvlaikā, atgriezies mājās, attapos ar seju pret grīdu, aiz muguras sasietām rokām un pie galvas piespiestu  kramplauža pistoli, es sapratu, ka mani neglābs pat vislabākā izglītība.