Story Time...

At the request of Maegan, I tell this story.

I was getting in my car this morning at around 7:30am to go to work. Next to my car's driver side back door and upright against the wall was a shovel that I placed there a few days ago after digging out some things in the yard. Behind the shovel (closer to the wall) was the boys portable and foldable soccer net. It is of a light weight tarp type material that is easily moved by wind. The wind part is pretty important as you will see in a moment.

I got in the car and closed the door. I then looked for my briefcase by the passenger side floor area to confirm it was there before I drove off. I then moved my eyes toward the windshield to start the car and several things happened simultaneously.

1) I saw, though my peripheral vision in my side view mirror, what looked like a baseball bat swinging at my head.

2) I heard a very loud bang of that bat hitting the side of my car.

3) I screamed very, very loudly. And, even more regrettably, in a very high pitch.

4) In a moment, my mind put together a pretty interesting tale whose headline reads like this: Man assaulted in Garage with Baseball Bat from Assailants who Waited for Garage to Open for his Morning Commute.

Furthermore, from this experience I learned four important things about myself:

1) When life and safety are on the line, I am pretty big chicken.

2) My heart is in pretty good condition

3) If I were to die in a very scary accident, I would not wet my pants and

4) When I have convinced myself that I am surprised attacked in the garage at 7:30am with an inescapable blow to the head from a baseball bat I not only shake with fright for moments afterwards but actually scream like a girl.

True story, the end.

The Reenactment...
After

Before