JShirley
December 23, 2003, 03:57 PM
This comes from a close friend of mine in the Atlanta area. He is fairly thinly built, but very fit, and is a training buddy of mine, so he knows quite a bit about fighting. He holds a first dan rank in the Jinenkan, IIRC. This happened this morning.
I had a very interesting start to the day today. They say it can happen to anyone. Now I know it's true.
It's 8:55am and I'm crossing the busy intersection of Capitol Ave. and Memorial Dr. and suddenly, out of nowhere,this guy crossing the other way clotheslines me trying to knock me down. He is unsuccessful so he tries to choke me with one arm while trying to get my backpack and into my pockets with the other. I had turned into him to avoid the tackle and this also nullified the choke however he still had hold of me and was jerking and pulling on me while trying to get my backpack. While my right arm was busy holding on to my pack I managed to ram a left thumb into his crotch area. I must of hit something because he let go.
At this point I let loose a string of explicatives that would make a sailor blush. I had made eye contact now and finally had the presence of mind to try ready myself for another attack. I backed away and squared off with him. He just kept looking at me, breathing very heavy, and walking backwards. He finally turned around and ran off.
Keep in mind this all happened in the middle of the street with people and
cars everywhere. I was crossing the street and thinking about what I had to get finished at work today and the attack came out of nowhere. I was
caught completely by surprise. The good thing is I didn't freak or anything. I was actually relatively calm. The struggle probably lasted
about 8-10 seconds and during that time I really wasn't thinking at all. It
wasn't until we separated that I realized what was going on and was able to mentally and physically prepare myself. Another interesting thing is that
although we were in the middle of the street I was only partially aware of
the cars and stuff around me. It was like we were in a bubble or something. The only thing I could clearly focus on was him.
The guy was my height and chubby, p robably weighed around 180 or so. He looked and acted like he was strung out on something. I just happened to be in the right place at the wrong time. If nothing else I've now got a good story to tell.
I had a very interesting start to the day today. They say it can happen to anyone. Now I know it's true.
It's 8:55am and I'm crossing the busy intersection of Capitol Ave. and Memorial Dr. and suddenly, out of nowhere,this guy crossing the other way clotheslines me trying to knock me down. He is unsuccessful so he tries to choke me with one arm while trying to get my backpack and into my pockets with the other. I had turned into him to avoid the tackle and this also nullified the choke however he still had hold of me and was jerking and pulling on me while trying to get my backpack. While my right arm was busy holding on to my pack I managed to ram a left thumb into his crotch area. I must of hit something because he let go.
At this point I let loose a string of explicatives that would make a sailor blush. I had made eye contact now and finally had the presence of mind to try ready myself for another attack. I backed away and squared off with him. He just kept looking at me, breathing very heavy, and walking backwards. He finally turned around and ran off.
Keep in mind this all happened in the middle of the street with people and
cars everywhere. I was crossing the street and thinking about what I had to get finished at work today and the attack came out of nowhere. I was
caught completely by surprise. The good thing is I didn't freak or anything. I was actually relatively calm. The struggle probably lasted
about 8-10 seconds and during that time I really wasn't thinking at all. It
wasn't until we separated that I realized what was going on and was able to mentally and physically prepare myself. Another interesting thing is that
although we were in the middle of the street I was only partially aware of
the cars and stuff around me. It was like we were in a bubble or something. The only thing I could clearly focus on was him.
The guy was my height and chubby, p robably weighed around 180 or so. He looked and acted like he was strung out on something. I just happened to be in the right place at the wrong time. If nothing else I've now got a good story to tell.