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He Almost Stabbed Me. I’ll Never Make a Bad Decision Again.
Now I Design for My Dumber Self
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As I kicked and punched at the man, I glanced at the knife in his right hand. And I felt it dig into my side.
It all started as I crossed paths with the man. He reached in his pocket, and pulled out the knife.
I then did what surely only an idiot would do. I began to fight him.
A few seconds earlier, as the man approached me on the path, he stared at me fiercely. He charged toward me, and bared his gritting teeth. His eyes reduced to snake-eye slits, and glowed under the harsh night lamplight. He shook his head from side to side, growling.
When the man transformed from just another passerby into a mortal threat, I felt something I had never felt before, and that I haven’t felt since. A bolt of lightning rose from my stomach, to my chest. I heard a deep growl grow into a roar. An authoritative “NOOO!”
It wasn’t until I heard that roar echo off the surrounding buildings that I realized — it had come from me.
It’s worth noting, I’ve never been a “tough guy.” I had never been in a fight. Yes, my older brother beat me up more times than I can…
