Not because of what it means, but because of a bad experience. I don't want sympathy. Far from it, I want to warn everyone that thinks they are strong or that refuses to let this disease get us down. USE SOME COMMON SENSE!!!!!
At about 4:30 in the afternoon on Monday, I walked in on a robbery in progress. It P!$$ed me off! How dare someone try to steal my things! I went off on the scum and he ran out of the house.
The story doesn't end there. He must have remembered that I had seen his face. He turned around, came back, and kicked in my door on top of me. He then pistol whipped me to the point of massive amounts of blood loss through the small artery that was squirting. I have shoe prints on my back and arms. He stole my car but left it less than 1/4 mile from there. Apparently, he underestimated a ticked off country girl (that refuses to stay down) because almost every redneck, and cop in our county have been hunting for him. As soon as he left, I was calling for 911 help and walked out to the road to try to flag help down. All while bleeding profusely.
When someone finally stopped, I was barking out orders as to who to call, the robber's description, and everything else I could think of. Looking back now, I COULD HAVE DIED!!!! HE COULD HAVE SHOT ME!!!!
I don't know if I was just too stubborn, hard-headed, or just plain stupid. I went into a house, that had obviously been broken into, without my side-arm, and nearly gotten myself killed. Now, 20-30 stitches, 15 staples, countless bruises later, I have hopefully learned my lesson.
Here is what will happen if I am in this situation again: I will be armed! I know it might be taken off me, but I will go down fighting. I will NOT live in fear! Please learn from my mistakes.
At about 4:30 in the afternoon on Monday, I walked in on a robbery in progress. It P!$$ed me off! How dare someone try to steal my things! I went off on the scum and he ran out of the house.
The story doesn't end there. He must have remembered that I had seen his face. He turned around, came back, and kicked in my door on top of me. He then pistol whipped me to the point of massive amounts of blood loss through the small artery that was squirting. I have shoe prints on my back and arms. He stole my car but left it less than 1/4 mile from there. Apparently, he underestimated a ticked off country girl (that refuses to stay down) because almost every redneck, and cop in our county have been hunting for him. As soon as he left, I was calling for 911 help and walked out to the road to try to flag help down. All while bleeding profusely.
When someone finally stopped, I was barking out orders as to who to call, the robber's description, and everything else I could think of. Looking back now, I COULD HAVE DIED!!!! HE COULD HAVE SHOT ME!!!!
I don't know if I was just too stubborn, hard-headed, or just plain stupid. I went into a house, that had obviously been broken into, without my side-arm, and nearly gotten myself killed. Now, 20-30 stitches, 15 staples, countless bruises later, I have hopefully learned my lesson.
Here is what will happen if I am in this situation again: I will be armed! I know it might be taken off me, but I will go down fighting. I will NOT live in fear! Please learn from my mistakes.
I hope you are all healed up by now.
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