A person (known to me) jumped me and began to choke me out. The person was a former Marine, and I had no doubts about his ability to kill me.
In struggling to break contact, I managed to get my hand onto a flower pot. I struck the person as hard a humanly possible on the side of his head. Fortunately for him, the dirt had fallen out of the pot in my struggle to grasp/swing it. Unfortunately for me, the relatively light flower pot had a diminished effect (from the one that I had hoped for), and he continued to choke me.
As I lay there on my back, with this jarhead gorilla on my chest choking me, I swung at him again. This time, the only thing that remained of the pot was an incredibly nasty - and extremely sharp - curved shard. The blow from the shard cut my attackers upper lip almost completely off of his face.
Long story short, blood everywhere, I said my goodbyes to grandma and Elvis as they admonished me to "Go back to the light", and then I had to endure an interrogation at the scene by the police as to why my former friend's lip was hanging off his face like a piece of liver flapping in the breeze.
The door blown off the hinges, the destroyed couch (collapsed during the attack) and the death-grip bruises on my neck told the tale.
Moral of the story? Never give up, never give in, never say die. Fight. It might save your life.
And, of course, that anything can be used as a weapon if necessary.
Epilogue: The person who attacked me had his lip re-attached. It didn't take 400 stiches, but I bet it felt like it did.
Moral of that story? Think really hard about how much you like your lip(s) -the next person might be even more savage than I am -
before attacking another person unprovoked. Your lip(s) will thank you for it.