Posted by: sunspots
thought I might have to use it... - 11/28/07 04:21 PM
I thought I might have to use my AKK training on Friday night. It was about 11 p.m. and I was sitting on my couch channel-surfing and thinking of going to bed. I saw police car lights through the window, the cops were at my neighbor's house. Since this isn't incredibly unusual, I didn't think much of it. Stepped outside to see what was going on, and heard the cops were looking for someone.
I had just gotten settled when I heard a noise ouside my window, someone pushing through the (very thorny) bushes. I thought it was probably the cops. Just then I hear my back dood open and in rushes this bleeding drunken kid, probably about 15, reeking of alcohol and dripping on my floor. He looked startled to see the there, and said "I have to hide here." I replied in a fairly normal tone, "Get the XXXX out of my house." He gave me a deer-in-the-headlights look. My mind was racing with thoughts like "O.K. I've got at least 40 pounds on this kid, I have a heavy walking stick 3 steps away and a toaster with lots of sharp corners right at my right hand, and if he takes one more step, the fight is on."
He didn't move, just stared at me, so I pumped up the volume to 11 and yelled at the top of my voice, "GET THE XXXX OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!"
That got him moving and he scrambled for the back door. I followed still at full volume and watched him cross my backyard and go into the street. I them went out the front door and told the cops which way he'd gone. Turned out they caught him moment's later.
I learned two things:
1. Lock my back door.
2. I feel more secure knowing I can think in a crisis, and not freeze up or fall apart.
I had just gotten settled when I heard a noise ouside my window, someone pushing through the (very thorny) bushes. I thought it was probably the cops. Just then I hear my back dood open and in rushes this bleeding drunken kid, probably about 15, reeking of alcohol and dripping on my floor. He looked startled to see the there, and said "I have to hide here." I replied in a fairly normal tone, "Get the XXXX out of my house." He gave me a deer-in-the-headlights look. My mind was racing with thoughts like "O.K. I've got at least 40 pounds on this kid, I have a heavy walking stick 3 steps away and a toaster with lots of sharp corners right at my right hand, and if he takes one more step, the fight is on."
He didn't move, just stared at me, so I pumped up the volume to 11 and yelled at the top of my voice, "GET THE XXXX OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!"
That got him moving and he scrambled for the back door. I followed still at full volume and watched him cross my backyard and go into the street. I them went out the front door and told the cops which way he'd gone. Turned out they caught him moment's later.
I learned two things:
1. Lock my back door.
2. I feel more secure knowing I can think in a crisis, and not freeze up or fall apart.