My daughter was attacked yesterday - apparently an attempted rape or
abduction. I responded like a spoiled brat, and have publically
apologized in another group for the filthy, racist statements that I
made. I'm really quite ashamed of myself, and I don't quite know
where it all came from. It's not the way I was raised. Why is it
that we really think we have it all together and then when the chips
are down, we always disappoint ourselves and everyone around us? I'm
feeling pretty damn humble right now, and have a lot of people to
apologize to. Particularly the law enforcement guys, one of which was
wise and kind enough to ignore my statements about killing him to get
to the guy if I had to. My daughter is only 16, and quite a looker,
if I say so myself (she must be adopted). She has only been driving a
few weeks, and everytime she leaves the house, I worry about this kind
of thing more than driving problems. And then it actually happened.
I'm still in shock. Turns out, she is OK because she nailed the perp
in the crotch, then poked out one of his eyes. 105 pounds of beauty
and sheer terror in one package. I feel sorry for the guy that
actually marries her someday. Guess all those muffled sighs I gave
out while sitting through endless Tae Kwan Do classes are coming back
to haunt me now, eh?