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http://www.livejournal.com/users/yoiyami/17516.html
http://www.livejournal.com/users/yoiyami/17835.html
http://www.livejournal.com/users/fightingentropy/89459.html
That covers most everything pretty well.
I still feel I should have done more, could have done more. I've been told by everyone who has heard about it that we/I did the right thing by not doing anything, by just giving up the purse. I really wish I could believe it.
Real or not, I should have acted. I had no fears for getting injured or even killed, I just wanted to stop this guy who was, as I saw it, ruining our night.
At no point in this did I stop and think, 'hey, I should be between him and the girls,' I just was. I really didn't know what I was going to do if I did act either. I had/have no problem seeing myself getting inside the gun, knocking it away in the process. The only reason I think I didn't do anything was the 2 other people there, talking me down, and perhaps worrying about their safety. I may have been past the barrel, but they sure wouldn't be.
I don't often brag about my prowess as a fighter, and if I do, it is usually in jest. I often am too unsure of myself and see the bad happening in a fight. Jon always said it would only take one hit to take someone out, but in most cases where a fight is brewing I usually see that hit hitting me. This time, I didn't. I look back, and try telling myself no matter what it looked like the gun was real, that no matter how I moved I would've been hit anyway; I just don't believe it. From where I stood, sure the gun was pointed at me, but I saw how unstead his arm was, how it wavered up in down. But more than that, the tone of his voice when he told -me- that it wasn't worth it. It wasn't the voice of someone stealing someone's stuff, it was the voice of soemone afraid of his bluff being called--whether it was in the veracity of the gun, whether the gun was loaded, or whether he was able to use it. I try to tell myself that he could've gotten off a lucky shot and I'd be hit anyway, no matter how bad he is, but I still can't see it happening. I saw myself easily out of the line of fire, deflecting the gun, inside on this guy who had no rights to be taking people's money. Built like Ryan, only without the arrogant swagger, I -know- I could've out-wrestled this guy.
I know I shouldn't be dwelling on this, that now there is nothing I can do, but it still bothers me, and it probably will for quite some time. I don't know how I would've reacted if he has asked for my wallet, but fortunately my 'looming' scared him off.
If I had to go back and do this again, I do concede, however, that I would still make the same decisions, however, that doesn't mean I have to be content with the choice I had to make.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/yoiyami/17835.html
http://www.livejournal.com/users/fightingentropy/89459.html
That covers most everything pretty well.
I still feel I should have done more, could have done more. I've been told by everyone who has heard about it that we/I did the right thing by not doing anything, by just giving up the purse. I really wish I could believe it.
Real or not, I should have acted. I had no fears for getting injured or even killed, I just wanted to stop this guy who was, as I saw it, ruining our night.
At no point in this did I stop and think, 'hey, I should be between him and the girls,' I just was. I really didn't know what I was going to do if I did act either. I had/have no problem seeing myself getting inside the gun, knocking it away in the process. The only reason I think I didn't do anything was the 2 other people there, talking me down, and perhaps worrying about their safety. I may have been past the barrel, but they sure wouldn't be.
I don't often brag about my prowess as a fighter, and if I do, it is usually in jest. I often am too unsure of myself and see the bad happening in a fight. Jon always said it would only take one hit to take someone out, but in most cases where a fight is brewing I usually see that hit hitting me. This time, I didn't. I look back, and try telling myself no matter what it looked like the gun was real, that no matter how I moved I would've been hit anyway; I just don't believe it. From where I stood, sure the gun was pointed at me, but I saw how unstead his arm was, how it wavered up in down. But more than that, the tone of his voice when he told -me- that it wasn't worth it. It wasn't the voice of someone stealing someone's stuff, it was the voice of soemone afraid of his bluff being called--whether it was in the veracity of the gun, whether the gun was loaded, or whether he was able to use it. I try to tell myself that he could've gotten off a lucky shot and I'd be hit anyway, no matter how bad he is, but I still can't see it happening. I saw myself easily out of the line of fire, deflecting the gun, inside on this guy who had no rights to be taking people's money. Built like Ryan, only without the arrogant swagger, I -know- I could've out-wrestled this guy.
I know I shouldn't be dwelling on this, that now there is nothing I can do, but it still bothers me, and it probably will for quite some time. I don't know how I would've reacted if he has asked for my wallet, but fortunately my 'looming' scared him off.
If I had to go back and do this again, I do concede, however, that I would still make the same decisions, however, that doesn't mean I have to be content with the choice I had to make.