It was a cool, Maundy Thursday evening. My mom, dad, husband, my mother-in-law, and I decided to stay and chat outside to enjoy the night breeze.
We were on the street, actually. My mom, dad and I were leaning against the front of our car which was parked right outside the gate of the house. The hubby and his mom were standing several meters away, at the corner of the street, nearer the main road.
We live in a gated village and I can say that the place is relatively safe. On any given night you will see residents walking their dogs, or maybe they are jogging or brisk walking. People who know each other wave and exchange pleasantries.
That Thursday night, we saw a good friend of my mom’s walking with his daughter. They said hello as they passed by. And then we saw two ladies walking their dog. We all smiled at each other as they passed.
It is a quiet, friendly community.
And then the commotion.
We saw two teenagers running on the main road – some 20 meters away from where we were standing. We saw them run past the hubby and his mom. Then we heard voices from where the teenaged boys came from, shouting what sounded like, “Stop them!” and “Snatchers!”
Then another group of men ran past, obviously running after the boys.
From the corner of the street where he was standing, the hubby saw the group catch up with one of the boys. Then he saw them punching and kicking the boy who, at this time, was already down on the ground.
It was at this point when the hubby decided to intervene. When I say intervene, I meant he decided to walk towards the group to, well basically, stop the fight – or keep the guys from killing the teenager with their blows.
So hubby went to the scene of the action. Followed by my dad. Then my mother-in-law!!!
My mom and I called out to the three of them, telling them NOT to get involved… But all three pretty much ignored us.
Panicked, and thinking I should do something to help, I said out loud, “I’ll call the guards!”
So I turned towards the house in a rush, took a step…
I took several more uncontrolled steps… then felt myself falling…
I knew I was going to fall hard. Not necessarily fast, but hard.
Nah, that picture is too cute. I believe I looked more like this:
Then I heard my mom screaming my name.
Several thoughts ran in my head as I was about to fall…
- I need to find my footing. I can do this. Nope, I don’t think I can.
- I shouldn’t have teased my sister about her knee injury!
- I need to break the fall. I’ll try to land gently on my knees. Nope, didn’t work… I just heard my knees hit the ground with a loud thud.
- I HAVE to protect my face!!! I can’t let it hit the ground…
And as I was sprawled face down on the ground…
- Great, now my palms are all bruised, as well.
- Oh gosh, the dogs are pulling at the shirt that I am holding!
Then I heard my mom call out my name again with a panicked, “What happened to you???!!”
She tried to help me up but I had to take a minute because I was still shaken up from the fall – and my whole body was pretty sore. Plus my knees were hurting so I couldn’t stand.
And then my mom and I started laughing at how silly I must have looked. I couldn’t cry, so we just laughed harder.
If I were playing baseball, it’s like diving into home…
I would have scored a run, too.
My mom and I went back inside the house. I was able to call up the guardhouse – as originally planned. Then she suggested that I put some ice on my knees after I washed them clean.
I guess it’s true that not all casualties are on the battlefield. Some are just there on the sidelines, minding their own business…
In case you’d like to know how the commotion ended, well apparently, the boys were not snatchers or anything like that. It was an online relationship gone awry between the boy and the teenage daughter of the man running after him.
Shades of Romeo and Juliet.
We didn’t really find out the whole story since my hero hubby, his mom and my dad went back inside our house as soon as the guards arrived. Much to their amazement, I was the one with scrapes and bruises.
Unfortunately, in the street brawl between this Montague and Capulet, I was the collateral damage.
Update on my injuries: No need for x-ray nor immobilizer. I can walk, but it still hurts a little when I bend the knees or straighten the leg.
As of this writing, both knees are still black and blue, with small bruises and scrapes. Palms just have small scrapes.
Pride and dignity still bruised, as well.
Wonder Woman would have saved the day… or at least come out of it unscathed. Oh well… 😦
photo credits: Cartoon images via Google clip arts and cartoons; Pete Rose dive to home plate via Google and Getty Images; photo of my bruised knees taken by my son for remembrance, he said. 😉