[Heel n Toe]

I'd never heard of this guy, but I like his style... this is something a bud shared on FB... I added some paragraph breaks to improve readability... enjoy:

The Attitude Says It All:

I was driving down a four lane road in our town and was cut off by a group of dark skinned men in an old Toyota Corolla, windows down and as they continued down the road in the same lane as I was I observed their behaviors having already barely escaped their driving prowess. As they passed each white person they gave them the finger and each white woman they drove past they jeered and called lewd and suggestive things out to them.

I continued to follow them just in case they decided in their arrogance to do something physical to an innocent bystander. As luck would have it they pulled into a gas station to get gas. They continued to speak loudly in a foreign language as I pulled up to the pump behind them. I was quite concerned that they might attempt something abusive against someone not capable of defending themselves.

I turned on my GoPro which usually now sits atop my helmet when I am on my motorcycle/scooter or trike. I placed it on the dashboard of my Lexus SUV and got a great broad screen picture of them and turned the volume up to capture the awful abusive stuff that was now directed at me. Some folks just don't know that old saying, "Never judge a book by its cover". Having looked like a homeless man in a number of commercials and movies I certainly know how to play the role (never from a Lexus stage however), but I meandered out of the vehicle and started pumping gas.

It wasn't long before one of the middle eastern looking men came over to me. I walked around the front of my vehicle putting me in direct line with the car in front of me and proceeded to wash the windows of the SUV. I think they might have gotten the impression that I was deaf as indicated by the increase in volume and the exit of the two other men from the vehicle.

What these folks must have been seeing in their minds was a bent over old man barely able to operate the squeegee and clean his windows. I knew where this was going and of course had a weapon in my hand (the squeegee) and another in my pocket, which I happen to always carry. You never know when a roll of quarters in a sock might come in handy in paying a bill, making change or making someones day a little less bright.

As I walked around the front of the vehicle to top up the tank as the automatic hold on the pump had clicked off, I was pushed into the front of my car by the man closest to me. I had a narrow field of play with about 5 feet from the front of my vehicle and the rear of theirs.

The man who tried to push me onto my hood, took the squeegee full on the larynx. He dropped quickly and the first man in after him took my left foot to the side of his head allowing me to complete my spin to the right and use the trunk of their car as my launch point. The squeegee caught the next fellow in from what was now my left on his left knee and if you recall your anatomy lessons/sports injuries you will remember something called "the unhappy triad" - that being an injury to three major structures in the knee - the Anterior Cruciate Ligament, Medial Meniscus and Medial Collateral Ligament.

The scream from the first fellow, the second fellow was out cold, was now joined by the third fellow who unfortunately had a knee bending sideways under the car and no way for him to get up.

The fourth fellow had remained in the drivers seat of the car for this 35 second burst of energy from the old guy and was shocked to received the outpouring of gas that I let into his vehicle having taken the gas nozzle from their vehicle and directed it in his window and all over him. He scrambled to get out the other side of the car and that gave me time to give a baptism of gas on the fellow on the pavement leaning against the car trying to breathe, and the other two who were in so much pain they could not move away from this very Christian outpouring of Arabian sourced gasoline.

I walked over to the building where a rather surprised Sikh attendant was deciding whether to call the police or not. He recognized me as a regular customer and I told him that I would not be laying charges but that he should allow them to leave if they could and that I would pay for their gas. I suggested that if he went outside to help the 4 fellows, that he might let them know that there are many more "old guys" veterans of one service or another willing and able to kick their asses any time of the day or night.

I dreamed of Obama that night who deserves more than what these guys received. I went by the gas bar the next day and dropped in to see my regular attendant who introduced me proudly to his Father, who beamed at the introduction. Raj was showing his Father the security cameras video of the incident. I flinched at the shear violence of the event and swore that I would never be caught without a lighter again.

- Dr. Jim Garrow -
Nobel Peace Prize Nominee
"Peace Through Strength"

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