One evening my husband Clark went out jogging before dinner. He is six foot two and a big burly guy. I’m boiling pasta and rolling meatballs on the kitchen counter when I hear him come in. He wasn’t gone as long as usual. I called out something like – hey babe – the food isn’t ready yet what are you doing back so soon. He walks in with a bloody gash on the side of his head. OMG!
I sat him down on a kitchen chair and went for a cloth to put on the wound. He was cussing and dialing 911 when I got back with it. He was mad at himself cause it was the one time he forgot his cell phone. A guy in the park had grabbed a woman jogger and was trying to drag her off – somewhere off the path and Clark being the decent guy he is tried to stop him. Well he stopped him but not without a cut on the head for his trouble.
The police arrived fast and Clark explained what had happened. The woman who was attacked had called a friend and gave Clark her name before having the friend drive her home. She was really grateful my husband came along when he did. You know, I have one of those excellent alarms that I carry when I’m out alone but my husband is such a big guy who would think he could have used one that day. The police said they were going over to take down a statement from the woman who was attacked and were going to suggest she get one too.
Isn’t anybody safe any more these days? I wish it was like on the old Andy Griffith reruns where everyone was nice to everyone else. The world seems to be so full of perverts that before we know it, they’ll outnumber us good guys. I’m buying Clark one of those alarms whether he likes it or not. The cost is so small that everyone should have one, especially teen aged girls.