It’s been an interesting day for me.
I woke up feeling great and decided to take my new-ish puppy (we’ve had Teddy for two months) on a walk at 6am. 2.5 miles later, I felt good, he felt good, and on to my day I went. I ran a couple of errands, went home, got dressed, and got ready for work.
I headed out the door, got my Starbucks, and proceeded to the now-jam-packed highway to work. It was backed up. Like… very backed up. I was in the right lane, since it seemed to be moving faster. Slowly we crawled along, and I noticed that there was an accident ahead. Dozens of people slowly passed the accident and as I approached, I saw why. Two men were outside their cars BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF EACH OTHER! Like, seriously going to blows. What I found interesting, though, was the toddler in the back seat of the car, screaming like he was hurt!
I pulled ahead of the cars, threw my car in park, and ran to where the two
idiots men were punching each other. I grabbed one of the arms of the man doing most of the beating and was screaming at him to stop. He was hulk strong, so I didn’t even phase him. Punched the guy again. So I grabbed him from behind and did my best to at least give a ton of resistance before he punched again. Meanwhile, I’m screaming, “STOP! STOP IT NOW!” He seemed to momentarily realize what was happening and stepped back from the other guy (who was bloodied and a mess, by this point). I stepped between them just as the man swung and I got slugged in the shoulder. I felt every ounce of my blood boil and I yelled, “Hit me or him again and I will beat you to death with my bare hands!” I meant business.
Once he realized that he just punched a woman, he really took a step back. I had control of the situation. I asked, “Who does that kid belong to?” The man who punched me ackowledged my question. “Mine,” he said. I was furious. “What the fuck are you doing out here with this guy when your kid is screaming like that? What the fuck is wrong with you guys? Get your kid!” He stepped around me to his son, just as the cops showed up.
Of course, they lectured me for getting involved, blah blah blah. And I’ve gotten it from a few others, too.
To be honest, I didn’t even think about myself. I saw the guys punching and the kid screaming and all I thought was that this poor kid was hurt from the wreck and no one was paying attention! And all the people who drove by! What the fuck is *that* all about?
I get it. Those guys could have had a knife, or a gun, or just reckless senses and beaten me, too. I get that. But what kind of person turns a blind eye to that spectacle? Don’t we owe our fellow man that sense of duty? If I were getting beaten on the highway, who would stop for me?
So, dear readers, I ask you the same thing: If you were in this situation, would you do the same? Why or why not?