Okay, so I'm taking my dear ole Mum to the shopping center to get a new
phone. There is some ruckus going on at the door being caused by a bunch of
young hoodlums dressed like gansta rappers and the mall security. The
security guards are calling for back up and I see teens shove an elderly
gentleman attempting to enter the mall right into the rail and down on the
ground. I'm watching all this in amazement and wondering how I'm going to
get my sweet little mom with a bad heart into the mall safely.

I had a route planned to circumvent the altercation.... when as fate would
have it my mother had about enough of the swearing and foul language and
decided to poke her cane at the nearest one... who by chance to my running
bad luck.... seemed to be the toughest and loudest looking one in the lot.
She told him to mind his manners and he managed to get the words "**** off
you bitch" out, before I snapped and hit him with full body backed punch
that hit so hard it lifted him off his feet and cracked the door he hit with
his head before falling down to the ground... out for the count. The rest
of the delinquents split like covey of flushed quail and I escorted mom in
to the phone store a few feet inside the doors. The cops arrived...
questioned me, arrested the guy I hit. Apparently this same guy had pulled a
knife on one of the security guards earlier on. This "teen" was at least 6'
and easily my weight.... what are they feeding these guys nowadays. We never
did this **** when I was growing up!

My knuckles are bruised but not cut and it was at least a half hour before
the adrenaline rush subsided so I could have a smoke without my hands
shaking. I'm having a couple of stiff drinks.... it's been about 8 years
since I hit anyone. It felt oddly good though!

Oh yeah... forgot to mention.... my mum never batted an eyelash and was cool
as a cucumber throughout the whole thing. When I asked her about it she
reminded me she was in europe during WW2 and lived in the jungle in Africa
for 10 years.

CM