Hi everyone, and a very happy new year to all
16 years ago when i was 15 years old i took a beating off three youths (or as we call them today,hoodies) Here i recall that night when visiting a friend on a rather rough estate. It was a friday or saturday night around 9.00pm, cannot remember for sure. Anyway my friend and i had been to the local shop to buy some cigarettes (being 15 i thought smoking was cool) we had walked down the road and stopped by a phone box near the kids park to enjoy our purchase, no sooner had we stopped three youths came across from the park asking for a cigarette, i lied and said i did not smoke, upon this one youth called me a liar as he had seen me buy them from the shop. I still continued to lie and told them i didnt want any trouble, with this i turned and went to walk away, as i did this i was struck hard in the back of the head ( by a punch i guess) and what i can only descibe as a white film covered both my eyes which for maybe 30 to 40 seconds made me blind in both eyes, naturally i was scared and fought back by swinging punches hoping for the best while being swung about, kicked,punched and spat upon and being blind for those short seconds. My so called friend did nothng but watch as i took the beating, the whole event lasted but a minute or tWo if that, they either give up or i managed to escape i really cannot remember but i do remember running down the hill to safety (catch the bus home) covered in blood and bodily fluids.
So my first and last ever (touch wood)lol,beating, i remember for sure not going to the ground, lucky for me, the injurys i substained were two black eyes, swollen cheek bone, bruised ribs and i good telling off from my mum,lol.
So who was at fault, myself for lying and turning my back? or them for the cowardly attack? Either way i had learned a very valuable lesson, never ever turn your back in any confrontation.
It was a few weeks later i saw the youths in town and not one to be beat (or ever learn) i confronted all three, harsh words were exchanged and it very nearly kicked off again but was broken up by a passing police officer, once separted i never saw them again even to this day, its been 16 years but that event in my life still angers me inside for being so stupid, turning my back when really i knew better and taking a beating for something so silly as a cigeratte.
Walking away is the best way as much as it may anger you inside, no one likes defeat even if it may be through words exchanged, when i was younger it was a case of hit first asked questions later, and although im older (lost my hair,teeth and looks,if i ever had any!) and wiser so to speak and a professional teacher that part of me still lingers inside. But when angry or upset now i take a few deep breathes and remember this saying:
First learn how to heal, to hurt someone is easy
Somteimes its never that easy but hey, we are only human after all.
All the best,