I can happen anywhere and at any time. I had an experience when I was younger that still haunts me to this day.
When I was about 17, 4 friends and I decided to go up to the local pizza place on a Friday night to hang out and see what was going on. Back then
schools had their segregated populations. There were jocks, freaks, goths and nerds. We had been hearing rumors that day of a jock and a freak being
in an arguement earlier in the day and that there was going to be a jock freak fight after school. We had forgotten all about the fight rumors by
early evening and we all started on our way down to the pizza place.
Between the last neighborhood road and the pizza place there was a 4 acre empty lot of desert that you had to walk through to get to the rear of the
stores and restaurants. We followed the trail that cuts through the desert and made it to the wall between desert and stores. There were an unusually
high number of people walking around and talking. Two of my friends decided to go check out the situation while we all waited outside. Most of us had
shoulder length hair and we usually all wore concert T's and Levi's. Well my friend Mike and Steve came back and were walking in a hurried manner.
They walked quickly right past us and loudly whispered, "walk fast, come on lets go!"
We didn't understand what was going on but the fear in their faces told us that they were not messing around. As we made it about 1/3 of the way
through the desert I looked back and what I saw I will never forget. It was dark now and all I could see is what looked like human ants coming out
from all angles around the wall.
They were all running at full speed in our direction. For some reason we didn't run, we all just kept walking fast. Within what seemed like just a
few seconds these guys were all around us. I stopped, looked around and saw they had my friend Mike. Two of them were holding his arms and one was
punching him repeatedly in the stomach and then I saw him get punched in the face, there was blood and teeth fell out. My other friend Steve was
standing closest to me and had the longest hair out of all of us, as I turned to look at him four guys grabbed him by the hair and took him to the
ground punching and kicking.
It was now my turn and I was surrounded by five very large guys. I believe they hesitated beating me up because I had shorter hair than the rest, also
I recognized and had played sports with a couple of them. One of them stood in front of me and he was really pumped up, he looked me right in the
eyes asked me this one question, "Are you a jock or a freak".
At that moment my mind sent the signal to my brain and all I could say was "I'm a, I'm a" I caught them by surprise and ran. I don't think I ever
ran that fast in my life. I out ran just about every jock in our school and I lost a shoe in the process of running. I can't tell you how many desert
stickers went in to my foot as I ran because I couldn't feel it, but I got away. I kept running and running until my sides hurt and knew I wasn't
being followed. Then all at once I realized that these were the school jocks and the freaks that they were going to fight never showed up, we were
being mistaken for the group they wanted to fight.
Later that night my friends and I all caught up with each other. I was the only one that managed to go without major body damage that night. Mike lost
two teeth and had a broken rib, Steve was missing areas of hair and had a black eye and a big bloody lip. The other two had major bruises and cuts.
The moral: It is alright to run away when you are out numbered or out matched. I am sure glad I did
I will never forget that night. Something good was watching over me and to tell you the truth, it felt like my feet never touched the ground as I was
running as if something was flying me along.