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  • I have been mugged twice.
    One really hasn't lived if they haven't been mugged.
    Both times were a bit comical. The first time more than the second. The first time was in San Francisco and the second time in Boston.
    This story is about the first time.

    I lived communally in a large building next to a park. I loved the old building and on Sundays I would lay by the window in my room with sun beating in and listen to the sounds of the park. For the most part, it was a pleasant park. It was one of those small neighborhood parks where one might cross it to get from one place to another. Or on a Sunday one might lie on a blanket on the grass and read a book. There was a sidewalk so one could also jog around it.

    One evening, around twilight, a girlfriend and I was jogging around the park. All of a sudden I was mugged by a young man. It really didn't make sense as I had no purse or bag. So, I can only assume his purpose was something other than robbery, although (fortunately) that never became clear. There were other people in the park so it really was not clever on his part. What he wasn't expecting, or counting on, was my girlfriend. He had come up behind me and put me in some type of lock. The thing I regretted later, and don't understand to this day, is why I didn't scream. It is sort of like those dreams you have where you want to scream and you open your mouth and nothing comes out! So I learned something about myself that isn't pleasing. I can't scream.

    Anyway...I digress. So, my girlfriend, seeing my dilemma, took a flying leap onto the back of the mugger and clung there like a monkey. It became this bizarre ballet of me struggling below, the mugger tightening his grip and my friend fiercely hanging on his back.

    Finally, he let go of me and turned on my friend. Mind you, all the while there was not a sound uttered. But definitely some heavy breathing! As the mugger clamped onto my friend, I quickly went into monkey mode. A pirouette, and up on my toes, and a beautiful flying leap onto the back of the mugger. More movement in this modern ballet but no Juliettes were we. We were like women of the Amazon although the size of our bodies was more like sugar plum fairies. Our little wings beat upon him as the ballet continued. Finally, weary of the dance, he dropped out and ran swiftly across the park.

    My friend and I looked at each other.
    "Why didn't you scream?"
    " Why didn't you?"
    "I don't know, I couldn't." "Thanks for helping me. Thanks for staying."
    "Sure, ditto."
    "Ready for dinner?"
    "Yes, let's go in. I don't feel like jogging now."
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