History of my Delinquency Prt II  

dasher121 36M
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11/29/2005 10:09 am

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History of my Delinquency Prt II

......I choose. The ring leader approaches me first. The whole group is around 16-17yrs old. Not very good odds for a 12yr old, especially when you are not a man named Jackie Chan lol.
He steps up and smiles an evil smile. "Well, well, look who we have here, Little O(you have to know my full name to understand that one). You're in the wrong part of town little man."
The others of his group are still approaching, two of them fumbling with a joint. Now, throughout my years Ive learned that most people, even the big assholes, dont like major confrontation. Almost all people get that moment of hesitation, to either work up the nerve to do some damage or retreat, the "fight or flight" reflex. Ive noticed that most guys will bump chests and talk shit to get courage up before swinging.
While this one was still moving in closer and talking his game....... "Going to have to send a message back to your.......aaahhh!"
I kick him square in the knee cap, he hits the ground with a loud crunch that I can still hear to this day, the sound of about 5 or 6 large sticks being broken at the same time. The others stand in shock, but not me. Im up over a very large wooden fence in the alley that I noticed when they first approached.
Blindly slinging myself over the other side I crash into a very large glass lawn table. Jumping back up with a grunt of pain I keep moving, I can hear the ring leader yelling in pain to "Kill him!" and the sounds of the others scrambling up the fence. Feet kicking to get footholds that arent there.
I move through the back yard and into the street on the other side. My side is burning with pain, and I can feel my shirt in that spot getting wetter by the minute and sticking to me. Not good. I start to get dizzy, head swimming. What is wrong with me? I run down the middle of the street for a few blocks until I feel that Im going to pass out and stop. I cant go anymore, and I can hear their search moving closer to me.
Just then, a voice from the shadow startles me,
"Hello there dear, seems that you are running from someone? Get into a bit of trouble did we?"
An elderly woman steps out onto her front stoop, into the street light. She's about 79yrs old, grey hair, short. A pleasant and warming smile.
"Yes mam I am." The cursings get louder and closer.
"Dear, I think that you better come inside with me. You look......." She looks down at my side worried, "Just come with me honey, right now." I follow her inside.
Now, when they say that the elderly smell like moth balls, they were not kidding. She had them all over her house, like a moth ball shipment just exploded inside. Her house was old, every inch of the walls filled with trinkets and photos. A whole history of a family just out on display.
She sits me down in a chair and comes back with a glass of water, bottle of rubbing alcohol, and a large bandage.
"Someone has had quite a night. We better get you fixed up."
"Fixed up?" I ask, then I look down at the spot on my side. Im covered in blood. When I crashed ontop of the glass table, a large chunk embedded itself into my side. And now my entire left side, and leg are covered in blood. She pulls a large piece of glass out of me, cleans the wound, and bandages me up.
"Whats your name dear? Mine is Rosemary. But you can call me Rose." I tell her my name and we sit and chat for at least an hour before I tell her its late and I should get home. She never asked why I was running or what I did. But she helped anyway.
During my last year there, I spent alot of time at Rose's house. I watched Pirates games with her(even though I dont like baseball. She loved it though), used to cut her grass for her, and mostly I would just sit and listen to her talk. Rose was a very interesting woman, she had traveled the world, seen many places and things. I learned alot from her.
Before she died, years later, I asked her why she never asked what trouble I was in the day we met. Her answer was in classic Rosemary fashion "You have a kind face dear, and your heart shows through it. Im glad you got out of here, did something with yourself. Im proud of you." Even after I moved, I visited as often as I could. Surprisingly, Rose's health held up for quite some time. And a fear of hers that she expressed once never came true. She didnt die hooked up to machines, forgotten in a hospital. She died, in her chair at night reading about how the Pirates won a tough game.
I have experienced many things in my twenty five short years in this world. Have seen the wild and crazy, the beautiful and terrible, and the astonishing. But nothing will ever come close to the kindness of a stranger.

redmustang91 57M  
8599 posts
11/29/2005 11:53 am

Very nice. A friend who helped is a friend in deed! Charming story.

tillerbabe 55F

11/29/2005 11:55 pm

"I have experienced many things in my twenty five short years in this world. Have seen the wild and crazy, the beautiful and terrible, and the astonishing."

God you're beautiful! {=}

rm_corezon 53F
3376 posts
11/30/2005 12:42 am

That was too cool. I know you were a bright spot in her life, too.


rm_corezon 53F
3376 posts
11/30/2005 12:44 am

We don't always get what we want, but we get what we need.

dasher121 36M

11/30/2005 8:36 am

red- thanks for stopping by and giving your two cents. and thank you for the compliment.
Till- majorly blushing here, but then again you do have that effect

Corezon- welcome back, def dig on what you have to say in your blog. very nice writing. and I may have been, but she was an even brighter spot for me. A very special person that I wish I could have known a bit longer.

dasher121 36M

11/30/2005 8:47 am

further note on the story: what goes around comes around. I gave you the middle of the story as the ending. Thought it would be better that way, makes more of a point.
How it ended truely? Rosemary saving my sad little ass only delayed what was going to happen. Since I broke that guys knee cap they decided to break my face, and with a wooden bat. Luckily, the guy who was doing the swinging felt bad about savagely beating a kid 6yrs younger than him. My left eye has forever been the more blind eye of mine now. But it serves me as a reminder of what happens when you walk the low path.
Nothing good comes out of a hard ass, stiff upper lip lifestyle. Nothing! It always comes back on you in the end. It's karma.

rm_texasgal1978 45F
225 posts
11/30/2005 8:06 pm

you have come out on the better side, it is easy to continue down the path that you know as opposed to breaking out and finding your own way

dasher121 36M

12/2/2005 6:30 am

texas- most definitely so. Always easier to take the familiar. And usually the easiest path is almost always the wrong one to take. To change your ways of action, an evil part of your personality......you have to do some serious soul searching on that one. For me, my soul was sick and I could feel it.
There was a void that I could not fill. Getting out of there was just one step in ending the "sickness".

rm_saintlianna 45F
15466 posts
12/3/2005 11:59 am

awwwww, now you got me crying again. No wonder you turned out the way you have.

dasher121 36M

12/5/2005 5:18 am

SisterSaint- didnt mean to get the water works a flowing. thank you though

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