On Wed. night as I was walking home, I was approached by 2 guys (in front of a church, no less) and they told me that they had a gun and demanded all of my cash and i-POD. Like a jackass, I told them to go **** their mothers and then in the spirit of the dumbest **** anyone has ever said in the history of the world, I told them that they had better fvcking kill me because I would find them. I don't want to come off as not being terrified, because I was. I just figured that if this was my time, I was on Holy ground and my last feelings on Earth would NOT only be fear. Plus I was pissed that they looked at me (6'5.5" 240 lbs) and perceived me as a sucker.
Well, one guy kept trying to get behind me and I was standing at an angle to the guy infront of me and we were moving around because I kept shifting so that I could keep them both in sight. Now, back in the 80's, here in the Bronx, I've had guns pulled on me before and I know that if someone does have one they show it to you but these guys didn't. I still had no idea and I'm thinking about all of these things and trying to protect myself and property while the guy that's trying to get behind me says, like 3 times, "**** it, just shoot him!" After the 3rd time, I made the mistake of looking over at him and shouted "SHUT THE **** UP!" Bad idea. I got clocked, dead on in the nose, which started to pour like an open faucet. I'd like to go on the record as stating that I never fell, blacked out or was rocked. Anyway, when he re-coiled from the punch, I looked to see what I got hit with. Whether I was pistol-whipped or what. This was when I resigned myself to the fact that I WOULD be robbed and they took my i-POD and about 5 bucks in cash. GREAT NEWS. Brass-knuckles. At this point, something came over me and I felt both relieved and empowered. They both bolted and I took off after them. I didn't give a **** about the other guy because I only wanted the guy that hit me. I chased him for about half-a block and thought I would stop becasue I was losing alot of blood and I didn't want to pass out once I caught him. Anyways, he stops and turns around and puts his hands up and I just steam-roll him into a light-pole and he hits his head and gets knocked out. I mean, like, snoring. I looked around and saw that we were near an open back yard that had shrubbery that blocked the view from the street. I grabbed his foot and pulled him back there and went to work. I sat on his chest and put my knees over his arms. You MMA guys will know this to be the full-mount. I slapped his face to wake him up because I wanted him to see me and I began to ground and pound. Needless to say, he'll never be the same. When I was done, I used my cell to call the police. He came to in the hospital and confessed (because the cops found the brass knuckles and my i-pod on him) and gave up his accomplice.
Again, I don't want to seem like I wasn't terrified or that I had an ounce of control because I didn't. Firstly, I was scared for my life and then when the tables turned, I was a slave to my rage. Never once, did I feel like I was in control. This whole thing took place in a matter of 5-8 minutes.
Now, when I got back to work on Friday, everyone was treating me like a hero but I still feel like ****. I am, was and will always be a Christian first and foremost and not only do I feel bad about the whole situation, I'm not altogether happy with myself for beating this **** to a bloody pulp. I mean, I'm glad that I defended myself and whatnot but I always try to find a lesson in things. For some odd reason, I keep thinking of the story of Job and, basically, what would Jesus have done and do. I don't believe in coincidences nor do I believe that **** just happens. Remember, it started in front of a church. The DA feels it is a strong case and that a conviction is a "no-brainer" but I feel like (and trust me guys, I don't know why either) I should ask the court for leniency for them (they're 16 and 19. No prior records) and maybe get them probation and mandatory counseling. I'm really having a hard time with this decision and I put this up here not only as therapy for myself but because I respect you guys and hope that you guys can maybe give me some insight. Thanks, in advance, for your help and for taking the time to read it.
