Summers day

Summers day:

It’s a sunny summer day and it’s another day as a young teenager while you walk down the sidewalk with your girlfriend and her best friend as they talk about school stuff. You’re all headed to the local 7-11 for a soda and maybe a hot dog to eat. You see two cars drive by loaded with people. You know something is wrong by how they slowed down while passing. In your gut, you know something is about to happen. The cars disappear out of sight, but that nagging feeling is now screaming to you throughout your body; however, you just keep moving forward and try to tune the feeling out.

You continue walking down the sidewalk; then it happens…. Nine people come around the building from two sides while you were walking past to get to the 7-11. You’re surrounded, but you have enough time to tell the girls to run to the store and leave the scene. Bam! Your jaw cracks as your head bounces back from the punch and pushes your body back a few steps. Breathe! The silence is followed by little sounds of crackling in your face as you grit your teeth. Your eyes are wide open now; you lower your breathing and are now on guard.

You see the other guys moving in closer around you; you need to make a move and fast before it’s too late and you are in a situation that you cannot walk away from. You can’t run, because all exit points are blocked and doing so would only put you in an even more precarious position. Your breathing is slow and steady. Your vision is narrowed. The focus is like a cup of coffee sitting still on a table top. You look around and everything slows down. The once moving cars on the main drag have come to a standstill to watch; the girls are standing on the corner screaming. You notice one hand with a bat in it and two other bats are being swirled around by the imminent oncoming hurt.

A store owner about 200 yards away is standing in front of his store watching as the scene unfolds. The initiator of this bunch is throwing kicks and punches, but nothing is landing; he had his one shot and that is all he was getting in this attack. The rest of his crew is getting restless and they are moving in and are not waiting. There it is! I see it. My opening! He moves in to take another shot and I move in and take my 6 shots. He’s down; the rest swarm in and I make my break. I make it to the store front and ask the owner to call the police. He does without hesitation and makes me go to the back of the store. The police arrive and escort me to the station and then I go home. I had just wanted a damn soda and a maybe a hot dog for lunch…. One never knows what they may get for lunch!

See you in the next post!


Author: The Ordinary Compass

Hello and welcome to this collection of anecdotes from my years of ordinary moments and timeless memories. I try to share a positive message, as well as lessons learned which have helped me appreciate life. Sometimes, all it takes is a simple (positive) gesture. I write in the hope that I can make a difference and you as the reader will also see the possibilities that surround you, and as well that the little things do make a big difference. I’m originally from New Jersey, have traveled and lived on both the east and west coasts, and have happily been a Virginia resident for more than ten years. I have been married for over ten years; my wife is my anchor and has kept my compass correct. I have always been an individual who likes the outdoors. I like taking my time to think about the outcomes of situations. I enjoy philosophy and love science. I am no stranger to high adrenaline activities and love everything that revolves around water. Thank you for stopping by and feel free to comment, re-blog (with credit), or just read along! –Robert Konz. The Ordinary Compass: Original photographs and writings are the copyright and property of Robert Konz, and may not be used without permission.

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