Posted on 11/07/2015 1:26:36 AM PST by lee martell
5th grade
Last fight for me was in 1995. The 10th grade. Mexican wannabe thug decided to try and jump me on the bus. I maneuvered out of the way, thew him onto the seat, and proceeded to pummel his face until the bus driver intervened. After that point the scrawny bespectacled white kid was known on the bus as “Rocky.”
Suspended for a week. It was worth it. Had no problem throughout the remainder of High school. Today, I would be expelled an arrested.
My last “fight” occurred in 2000 when a gypsy tried to take my wallet. My husband and I had just exited Gaudi’s beautiful Casa Milà in Barcelona, and my head was so full of architecture that I didn’t bother to button up my coat and hide my kangaroo pouch where I carried my wallet. Several gypsies came over, wanting to “give” us flowers. I suddenly realized something felt funny, looked down to see my open and empty kangaroo pouch, and glanced up to see that one rather tall and imposing gypsy woman had my wallet in her hand! I suppose I should have let her have it . . . but I had an instant nightmare about how difficult it was going to be to replace all my credit cards, ID, etc. So I grabbed her by the lapels of her sweater (although she had to be six inches taller than me), shook her, and screamed, “Give me back my wallet!” Shocked, she dropped it and took off like a rabbit. I probably shook for twenty minutes after that.
I learned . . . to make copies of all your credit cards, ID, etc., and take them along with you when you travel. It’s easier than risking a shiv to the gut. I also learned that I’m meaner than I thought I was. Which is not entirely a bad thing.
Old age is why God created reason.
Unreasonable people are why men created guns.
Yesterday. I learned I still got it...
I learned my ABCD of fighting. Asses, breathe, control, depart.
Don’t p*ss off an old guy.
He will just shoot you. End of fight.
April 2002. Couple of big ol' football player types thought it would be fun to jump the pizza guy. I ended up with two cracked ribs, a broken wrist and 30 staples in my head, but they got a lot more of a fight than they were expecting.
What I learned: A 4-cell Maglite is less than effective as a defensive tool. What they learned: A 4-cell Maglite, when taken from the victim and used on him, is less than effective as an offensive tool.
Outside a bar in Alaska while serving in the Army. Previous to that, I had been a bar drinker and I would frequently “have problems at bars” which usually ended up in some sort of physical altercation. I was arrested but never charged (turns out the other guy was a convicted felon with a firearm) and I realized a couple of things:
1. I am the sort of person that shouldn’t be drinking alcohol 2. I could easily go too far and seriously hurt someone
3. I could be shot and killed
Now I take personal defense way more seriously. I don’t go to bars or drink (sober 5 years now) and rarely is it do I have problems with anyone. Having said that, I will step up and defend myself and family if the need arise. I am willing and capable of being that obstacle
google school and fight. Do they ever fight? all the time.
my last college wrestling match probably qualifies. after that i was injured too severely to train seriously in a practice. Thankfully the season was over.
The Three Stupids Rule:
1. Don't go to stupid places
2. With stupid people
3. And do stupid things.
Last fight - in a bar 12 years ago ... guy less than half my age ... smashed him with am elbow after he grabbed me from behind - then pummeled him - he was on the floor - I left.
Encounter with a young doctor who found out his G/F was messing with me while he was out of town... He slammed me from behind on a club dance floor ... Elbow to the face ... he was on the floor. I left.
Cocktail lounge - some guy jumped up yelling at me - because some gal told him I was a jerk (she was having hallucinations thinking I was her ex-husband)... While he was threatening me - I gave him two jabs to the face - he was on the floor ... I left.
I have never ever started a fight... But I learned how to end them ... Don’t Talk - DO ... pivot turn with your back towards them and then slam them with your elbow with all your weight behind you. Or jab them hard - one - two in the face ...
Not Martial Arts — but works...
When was your last physical fight? What did you learn?
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Keep them in front of you and start pointing a gun right at their center mass from a safe distance.
Helps to remember that nothing good happens after midnight
Kid called the girl I liked a name, I told him to take it back...
He said make me...
Three punches right to the face, he was on his butt and all the fight was out of him...
Little did he know my twin brother and I fought all the time...bare knuckle brawls...
Christmas eve 2013. Schizophrenic off his meds, had just beat up his cellmate. Me and 3 officers and a sergeant fought what seemed like hours to get restraints on him. (it was actually about 10 minutes). He tried to stab my partner with a pencil and it was off to the races. Finally got leg irons on him by laying across his legs. He broke my glasses.
Lesson learned: Schizophrenic convicted killers really need to take their effing meds!
CC
I learned that if you are drunk, you will lose.
A guy that I was CERTAIN could not whip me, busted me in the nose before I knew anything was going to happen. I had been sitting in a bar drinking beer for hours just prior, he had taken a dose of meth.
To sum up, I learned, dont be a damned fool!
Ha...last night...(stopped a fight in progress)
Everybody has a plan until they get punched.
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