Read these first: What I remember. How it started.
The last thing I remember is seeing my brother hauling ass up the hill.
After the first volley of punches, I was down. Kevin, who quickly hurried out of the driver’s side, said he never saw them hit me, but he saw the kicking. They were toying with me, all 5′ nothing, 120lb little pack hunters.
My brother made the next move. His ascent up the slope went unnoticed, allowing him to absolutely cream two of the outliers who hadn’t quite made it to me yet. Man, I wish I could have seen that. 6’2″, 275+lbs of angry bear hit those punks harder than I bet they’ve ever been before. Can’t really prepare for something like that. They must have had whiplash for a week.
His advantage didn’t last long, as they were on him like a pack of hyenas. Swinging, scratching, kicking, yelling and spitting, they quickly wore him down before he made it to me.
Kevin was already there. He made it around the car. But he couldn’t do much. He was sober and he was scared. Not that I blame him. We were outnumbered, out-sobered, out-flanked and pretty much screwed.
And then my sister pulled up. Parking her car at the bottom of the hill, she knew something was wrong. My brother was down on one knee. He’s not a small guy. She couldn’t see me. Sprinting up the hill, she ran to me, yelling voraciously in an attempt to get my attackers off me.
And then it happened. Everyone should have expected it, but no one did. A gun was pulled. Pointed first at my brother (who barely saw it), then at Kevin (who backed off) waved toward me (hell if I could see it) and then toward my sister. She never stopped. Never stopped screaming and clawing in an attempt to protect me.
BANG. BANG. Two shots, straight in the air. Everyone froze, then split.
Then Kevin, my brother and my sister carried me down the hill.
There was no fear that night. My brother and sister threw themselves into a fray they had ZERO chance of winning, in an effort to defend me. One of the scariest nights of their lives, and certainly one of the most painful of mine.
Today, and every day, I am thankful for my family and my friends (who actually showed up later to go get my car, but that’s another story) who stop at nothing to help those they love.
So thank you, Bryan and Logan. Thank you for picking me up every time I’ve fallen. Thank you to my friends who have done the same. I’m worth it. You’ll see.
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