Anyone willing to help?

it wasn't this dark before i left for the party but now its so dark and quiet out. The road is so empty. i had just left from one of my good high school friends get together party and i couldn't stop thinking about it. until it hit me. a man was standing about a half a mile away from me. he looked pretty wealthy but a i asked myself "he's hitchhiking?". i watched him turn around towards me and stick his thumb out into the road. i pulled over and asked "hey pal where ya headed to?",because he looked harmless. turns out we were headed the same direction so i told him "hop in ill give you a ride". the man got in and we continued down the long dark road. It was silent for about five minutes until the man broke the silence and that's when i knew something wasn't right... He asked me "about how much money is in that wallet of yours?" he pointed at my wallet sitting on the dash of my car. He was pulling something out of his jacket pocket. i could see him out of the corner of my eye. i was scared, i said in a shaky voice "what are you doing?" i never got an answer. he pulled out some type of weapon i had never seen before and pointed it at me and said "pull over and get out of the car". i listened and pulled over. after i got out i quickly called the police and reported the problem. they were here in about five minutes but it felt like hours. the man had already drove away with my car and all my belongings in it the only thing i managed to grab was my phone. after the police arrived they asked for my information they said they would be on the lookout for my car. the police drove me home but i was afraid of what happened. i couldn't sleep. everything after that seemed to be normal. i still haven't got my car back yet but i'm glad i'm okay.

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explanation:

even though there may be variations in human emotions over time, the poem “ a contribution to statistics” by wislawa symborska suggests that the only unchangeable characteristic is mortality.

the author poses a distinction between the approximate and non-approximate numbers which correspond to our need for certainty in life and the difficulty of achieving it. our efforts to measure the exact often fail because the world is not always clearly structured .the poem seems to imply   that the only thing that is certain and has an exact number is death.