I saw a CCTV clip yesterday where a male pushed an elderly woman in Manhattan (she was apparently 92) causing her to fall and hit her head on a fire hydrant.
This was totally unprovoked, cruel, vindictive and spiteful, and I hope the old lady fully recovers. I also hope they catch him, he’s charged with assault and jailed.
I woke up this morning thinking of an instance that happened when I was about 4 or 5.
My sister and I were playing in the local playground and she got into a fight with a group of 5 or 6 other girls.
There was a lot of screaming, shouting, hair pulling and nail gouging, so I ran to get help.
Maybe this is why Sis doesn’t like me, as instead of sticking around and wading in with my own fists flying, I ran away.
From what I can remember, the girls were older and a lot bigger than us. There were more of them too, so perhaps at that early age I weighed up the odds before I legged it for assistance.
Sis got home before help arrived, bloodied, bruised and scratched, with a few broken nails and a substantial tuft of red hair from the ringleader with roots, blood and skin attached. I wonder now if it ever actually grew back. I always remember that red hair.
Good for Sis for holding her own, but was it really shame on me for running? I was very young after all, and probably scared out of my wits as it wasn’t a fair fight and the memory has stuck with me.
For years afterwards, I would not go anywhere where there were crowds and would rather cross the road than walk on the same side of a ‘gang’, either male or female.
I hate conflict, though will stand my ground if I have to, but I would rather walk away.
Yesterday out shopping, I had the same anxieties and was glad of social distancing. Coming home in the car there was a group of four ‘lads’ staggering towards the traffic-light controlled crossing and both of us thought they were going to keep on walking even though our lights were green. We saw they each had a can of beer, and luckily their dog had the sense to stop at the kerb. Had they continued, we would have hit them and I dread to think what the outcome would have been.
It was not a good day for us yesterday as our stress levels were off the charts. Thankfully today we have done very little, especially as I didn’t wake up until late, and apart from walking the dog, haven’t been anywhere. Hopefully, tomorrow will be more of the same.