“Yes there is a difference between being afraid and fearing for your life.”
From my own experience, I can say that I know the difference between fear and fear for one’s life.
When I was in high school, a mean bully kid told me he was going to wait for me by my car to beat the S out of me at the end of school. He was the school state champion in wrestling, and I knew he intended to do this. I was scared OUT OF MY WITS! Yet, I confess, I never thought I would actually end of up dead that day.
When I was in my twenties I was in the wrong side of town and a gang of minorities attacked me. This time, I could say I was honestly afraid for my life.
What should GZ think about his attacker? He doesn’t know that it’s a sweet boy carrying Skittles that goes horseback riding or fishing with a big smile on his face.
All he knows is he say a tall suspicious stranger. Now this stranger has broken his nose, and is smashing his head against the cement again and again. GZ can see that his screams for help yields absolutely no mercy from this attacker. Would the cement pounding ever end? I would be thinking “probably not until I’m dead.”
-——gang of minorities -——
Oh come now...... is that the best you can do?
It’s ok to be specific on Free Republic. You are PC and general to the point of uncredability