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In a message dated 5/31/2006 12:10:11 A.M. Central Daylight Time, 

My  primary concern right now, though, is that I am temporarily  
transportationless  and do a great deal of walking.  Past some not  too great 
neighborhoods. 


Hi,
Actually, pepper spray (some kinds) do work -- and actually being confident  
IS a plus. The studies that have been done show that if there was fear 
'sensed',  the attacks came too. That's one reason for multiple bad stuff 
happening--the  attitude DOES make a difference.
 
But, so, too--does being crazy and/or sick.  <g>  When I am  in spots like 
this (I like to walk a lot too--especially when I am in conference  towns, 
actually, which are usually in big cities--and I tend to walk a lot and  gawk 
so 
forget time and so--have a long way to walk home and then realize  hm...not 
such 
a safe place and it is getting dark, etc.)
 
So--if there are weird/strange people around, I figure I'll take my chances  
with the cops (if it is illegal in that particular city) and begin to cough  
and/or spit.  (It's easier for me to act ill than it is to act  crazy--though 
theoretically, that works too--at least in the studies I have  seen...)  
 
On the other hand--get cranky and cross and be ready to give a lecture  about 
LIFE.  WHO might be willing to step in your way THEN??  
 
Actually--this did happen in my world to me once upon a time.  Before  the 
time of 'easy money' and no down payments--I was a single mom with a kid and  
we 
wanted to own a home again.  Right down the road lived another single  mom 
with two kids and she wanted to go back to school. Our kids played together  
all 
the time and were at one home or the other anyway--so we decided we would  
move to yet another (bigger) home in the neighborhood and live together. (Our  
pact was for one year--figured we could both deal with sharing a home with  
another person for a year--we'd each been single for so long that we also  
figured it might be a good thing to decide if we could deal with living with  
someone else again. For her it must have worked as she is married again  <g>...)
 
Since we were so close to each other and to the new spot, we decided to  
forego moving people and move ourselves and so, with friends (and kids...and  
kids...and more kids...it was the Pied Piper Moving Company), we moved.   The 
last 
day, she and I were carrying sofas and such--hard work but it was at  the 
end.  We had to pass by another home which had a young man and his  girlfriend 
living in it--and they had friends over (well, he did--she was not  there at 
the 
time...)  Five fellows having a party in their garage...and  after we had 
moved it in, two came knocking on our door and asked if one of us  would come 
out 
as one of the others was feeling suicidal and they didn't know  what to do.  
(They obviously knew what would push a mom's  'button'...)  So--I looked at my 
friend and she looked at me--we sighed and  I said, "I'll go--"  While I was 
out front with the three fellows--two of  them apparently had broken into the 
back door and sneaked upstairs where my  friend had gone.  She screamed and 
ran at them (they didn't expect that,  according to the police) and ended up a 
tad freaked out in a vocal sort of way  (well, she had been a music major to 
begin with...)  In the meantime, I was  dealing with this odd suicidal fellow 
and his friends when all of a sudden they  said 'ok, we can take him from here' 
and all of them disappeared.  I  thought it was strange but I was tired so 
didn't think beyond that--and then  went inside where my friend was shaking.  
She 
asked if I had any idea what  had happened--and when I said 'no' and she told 
me....  *I* got  cross.  Cranky.  I DO try to not lose my temper...but I did. 
 So,  out I go--into their garage (the police said if I had not done this, we 
could  have pressed charges but they suggested that since I did what I did 
[which they  also scolded me for doing as they said I was very lucky...hm...ha. 
just stand in  the way when I want to lecture...])  I began my lecture--which 
included  pushing them each up against the wall to make sure they were paying  
attention...which they did...
 
Our other neighbors across the street called the police (I was pretty  cross) 
and came over--they are still very good friends even though none of us  live 
in that neighborhood any longer--and suggested to the guys who didn't live  
there that they might want to leave and never come back (I do not think they  
ever did)   It was a bit peculiar as I was NOT the one who had been  
attacked--but they had attacked someone under my roof...and we are NOT put here 
 on this 
planet to do such things. (as well all of us know <g>)  
 
It was a good thing that my knife collection was in boxes.  It was a  good 
thing I didn't have a gun.  Someone had suggested to me a while before  then 
that I 'get to know Kali', one of the Hindu goddesses and perhaps I was  
channeling her a bit too much...or maybe it was the westerns I used to read (I  
really 
liked Max Brand's books SO much better than Zane Grey--though not the  
'family connections' that we adored in the Louis L' Amour books--hurt one of us 
 and 
we'll come a runnin' too...)  Someone else told me that I was probably  
channeling all the mothers in the world and that if they had raised a finger to 
 
me, that they would have been raising a finger to their own mothers (that was  
for our pseudo-psychologists).  The maintenance guys who also lived in the  
neighborhood and who knew both of us well thought it was hysterical--glad we  
were okay and all--but simply had a hard time imagining it.
 
The police thought the whole story was incredible. We were each 'okay',  they 
said, because we had done what was totally not expected. (Her screaming and  
running straight at them and my...lecturing all the while I was so so  
cross...caused them to freeze...)
 
It's why I dislike being 'tipped over the edge', maybe. I know what I'm  
capable of...
If you are walking and you are scared--channel Kali.  (or me...)   But, Kali 
is an awesome goddess...
 
Best,
Marlena