VolFaninFla said:
I grew up in NYC. One day, my friends and I had taken the train to Greenwich Village in Manhattan to try out a new restaurant. Upon exiting the subway and getting out on the street, we saw a man pick up a woman and slam her down on the hood of a car. As she tried to get back on her feet, he would pick her up and slam her on the hood again. Her head bounced every time he did it.
I grabbed him in a bearhug and told him to mellow out before he got himself arrested. Next thing I remember is being punched on my right ear from behind. It hurt bad. I turned around and was surprised that it was the woman he was beating up who had punched me. We walked away and my friend told them that they deserved each other.
When it happened, I vowed never to get involved again. That thought was driven by emotion. Later on, I did realize that there would be a time in my life that I might face a similar situation. The lesson I did learn was that I would ne more aware and more careful in how I would react.. I never want to completely turn my back on someone who needed help.
Last Tuesday, someone I loved was brutally murdered and I wish that I, or someone else, had been there to help her.