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  • If doubt should ever enter your mind, please know that has been part of the training.

    If you ever feel that, in the instant, in which you are not trained to handle, you are unable to make a choice or move or decide what to do

    If you demure from hard choices, because it is not your nature, then, you are part of 98% of the population and you are in good company.. The Majority

    one thing though... When One must make a clear decision, then.. there is little time to choose.

    When its in your face, then reaction practice takes over.

    Now, for a pre- christmas walk through a nice cheery scene.

    The Garlands are up ,lights

    telling you its a holiday, Music for everyone. Plenty of people.

    My wife, and two other couples together sitting a lovely table in view of the festivities

    laughter, partying, talk, toasts, Menus, celebration... you know, a night out.

    I glance out the window and see a group gathering and stepping back and obviously

    upset. Something is happening. My hair, my taste, my eyes my muscle knowledge goes

    on alert. I smile at my wife, my guests as I excuse myself quietly away from the table and

    accelerate towards the door.

    Crowd.. Noise.... No One Doing anything from ten feet away. Entry is low, hard, fast and at a oblique angle and in silence.

    There she is. Down, bleeding, fists and kicks coming in to the stomach and face .

    Shouting is happening in another language, my direction, sure, fast and violent.

    The nice thing about three men beating a women is they look in.

    The first man's leg breaks easily while. he will never hear out of his right ear again.

    The second man with a stick or club will need a breathing tube asap and his broke hand will mend in time

    The third mans eyes go open , his hands go up trying to turn around and say something

    in English, to say something to late.

    He looses four teeth and goes down with a broken knee.

    The woman is unconscious, loosing blood. There is some money and a few gifts on the

    ground.

    I look down, turning my head at a man with a phone. "Have you called the police?" He swallows, nods Yes.

    I thank him. There are plenty of people to tell the story of what happened with the three

    men beating a girl/ a woman

    Walk through the unsure crowd that turns between the scene and a mans departure.

    A wash up, grab a jacket, put my Irish tweed hat on and ask my wife to change places

    ask for a welcomed re- seat , hearing the table talking about the activity across the

    street.

    I put my hands under the table with a napkin through dinner, so the blood from a small

    wound wont put off my friends. A double vodka tonic.

    The police take a quick look in the door but don't come in.

    The group outside slowly disperses and by desert and coffee, life here, is back to

    normal.

    Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all.
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