Mick-Boy
"Men who carry rifles for a living do not seek reward outside the guild. The most cherished gift...is a nod from his peers."
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In my younger days I did some scrappin, now I am old enough and wise enough to know I have the biggest dick so theirs no need to measure. I could give 2 shits what teen age gang bangers say, which at work seems to be the biggest problem I deal with. I DONT CARE! They can say or do what ever they want. Now if its an unsolicited attack and they physically start a problem I would have no problem ending it as quickly and stearnly as possible useing "ANY" tool that I can get my hands on. If I had to beat them with a toilet seat it would not matter to me if thats all I could grab, that being said I dont carry most of the time and when at work I am not allowed to carry anything to protect myself.
Jan. 20th 2012, i was downtown at my fiance's christmas party. She works for a law firm and the owners were out of town for the holidays so they took the employees out to freshcraft for dinner and drinks. i knew that i woud have a beer or two so i left my sidearm in the car. well we go to leave and two thug trash pieces of shit (excuse my language) were walking adjacent to us and one of them stepped over and shoulder checked me for what reason i don't know. jess, my fiance, told the guy to fuck off. bieng the man he was, he pushed her so hard she fell down, i socked him once and he went down like a sack of potatoes. his friend came torwards me and i got him down on the ground and got a few good licks in when all the sudden jess started screaming and pulling back on my shoulders. i stood up and she told i had been stabbed. i didn't even feel it, the first guy came from behind me and stabbed me with a 10 inch blade right underneath my right lung. almost went all the way through but my ribcage stopped it. their were two guys behind us that saw it happen, and they tried to stop the them, but were unsuccessful. the were gone by the time the police arrived. i remember getting on the ambulance on my own, but io passed out as soon as i layed down on the gurney. i woke up the next morning in denver health, and the doctor told me i was lucky to be alive, i flatlined twice. not a day goes by where i dont run that "what if" scenario in my head. i just lost it cause he pushed my fiance' down. some of you guys are saying fight or take the assbeating, or walk away. ronin here's one thing you can count on, you never know what the other person is capable of or willing to do to you. defusing the situation is the way to go if at all possible. i wish i could have swallowed my pride and walked away, but thats not the way i was raised.
That is one hell of a way to learn that lesson.
We don't necessarily get to control when it's just a fight and when it's a fight for our lives.
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