Let this be a warning...for all of us!

Yesterday, while out doing retail therapy, on my way home, my car died on me. I managed to coast into a somewhat secluded parking lot, tried re-starting the car...no joy. I went inside a nearby business, called a tow truck, and went back out to wait in the car.

I had the hood up, hoping that, when the truck got there, it'd be something quick and cheap to fix. While waiting, an SUV stopped and the two guys inside it asked if I needed any help. I replied that I was fine, and that there was a tow truck on the way. They then offered me a ride if I needed one, to which I again replied, no...re-iterating that the truck was on the way and I'd get a ride from the driver.

One of the guys got out and approached me, looking at the open hood of my car. I thought he was going to look under the hood to see if he could fix whatever was wrong. To my shock, when he got close enough, he grabbed my arm and tried to force me to get into the SUV.

Well, I guess the guy still in me reacted, because I yanked my arm out of his grip and, when he turned to face me, I kneed him in his groin. When he bent over from the pain, I again kneed him, this time in his damn face! He went down like he'd been shot, and his pal got out of the drivers side of the SUV and started in my direction. I put my foot on the downed jerk's neck and told the other one that if he took one more step, I was going to kill his pal.

He stopped, cursed at me, and got back in his SUV. I lugged the other idiot to the passenger side and shoved him in, and they took off. I wasn't harmed at all, but I was mondo angry and scared at the same time. I was way too worked up to think about license plate numbers until after they were long gone, so I didn't report anything to the police, who weren't called. I did find, after the two would-be attackers left, three teeth where the one guy had fallen.

I haven't reported this incident, partly I think, because I am too shamefaced that I let myself be set up for something like it. Standing outside, next to a disabled vehicle, looking vulnerable. I know I'm very fortunate that neither of them showed a weapon, and my reaction was so quick and decisive. It could have been much, much worse for me.

After I got home, I guess reaction set in and I started shaking, and crying. I called my dear friend, Grover, who listened to me and helped me calm down enough so I could finally think straight again.

I'm only blogging about this to send a warning to everyone out there. NEVER assume that you are totally safe!!! I never, in a million years, thought that something like this could happen to me, but I know now, that I was just as vulnerable as any other female in that same position. A dead car, in a semi-secluded spot, all alone. I've gotten so used to having no trouble through my RLT that I allowed myself to think I WAS safe.

I'm okay, and I don't think there will be any repercussions from this incident, legally or otherwise. They didn't know me, I didn't know them, and I had no descriptions to give to any authorities. I imagine that the one I downed had to go to a hospital, or at least a dentist, but I can't see either of them admitting that a woman beat him up.

I am still a bit shook up, but not overly so. What I AM still, is angry. Angry at myself that I allowed myself to be put into such a situation, and that I didn't think about license numbers or anything else like that. I survived what could have been a very bad encounter for me, and I am grateful for that.

By the way, I wasn't dressed provocatively either. A below the knee jeans skirt, a sleeveless top, and running shoes. Very light makeup, and minimal jewelry. I was dressed for shopping...not hunting.

Please, please, PLEASE...never assume that you are totally safe. I did, but I never will again. Be aware of your surroundings, and the people around you. Keep space between you and anyone you don't know. Above all, don't make yourself look like a victim, but if the worst happens...react quickly and strongly. At that point, there is only ONE consideration, and that is your safety.

It's taken several hours, and a semi-sleepless night, before I could talk or blog about this, except to the aforementioned Grover, and to my sister, who I called sometime after I got home. I'm okay, like I said, but still scared and angry.

IT CAN HAPPEN TO YOU!!! IT HAPPENED TO ME!
Huggles 'n love,
Catherine Linda Michel

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