BRAVE RESCUE NEARLY A HOMICIDE
My brave son nearly became the victim of a homicide attempt in the local Pacific Beach area recently. (It was kept out of the paper.)
Though over 50, but trim and in good shape, Craig went to the rescue of an unknown young woman being beaten by a druggie in an alley.
While taking a walk around the block during an evening church meeting-break, Craig spotted this low-life character beating a young lady beside a car in the alley. Without consideration of the possible consequences or harm to himself, he went to her rescue.
When the perpetrator saw him coming, he knocked the girl out and threw her lifeless body into the back seat, then charged Craig, spewing a string of profanity. Craig yelled at him to knock it off, threatening to call the cops.
He described the perp as tall and thin, with long, stringy hair, a goatee and displaying prison tattoos. “I can even tell you what he smelled like,” Craig later told detectives. “And he definitely was on crystal meth!”
They clashed and this yellow-bellied addict threw a round-house right, knocking Craig to the ground. Craig jumped up and swung a left hook that landed under the dude’s chin, causing him to begin choking and threatening to kill him for it. He then proceeded to pull out a knife and stabbed Craig in the front of the shoulder.
Craig hit him again and the guy stabbed him in the chest, a rib stopping the point from going into this lung.
From the ground, bleeding, Craig tried to take the guy’s knee out with a kick. The coward jumped in his car, as Craig rose weakly, and threw the Toyota into reverse, hitting our Hero, knocking him into trash cans.
Bleeding and growing weak, Craig lay there in a pool of blood, realizing he could die before anyone saw him and called for an ambulance. He crawled out to the street, where passers-by called an ambulance, which arrived within minutes. Craig was doctored on the spot and police arrived immediately, taking down details to help in their immediate search of the area.
Craig hates hospitals and, next morning, pulled the plug on his IV and called home for a ride. He laid here all day and night with a killer headache, bandages over his butter-flied stitches, eating nothing and vomiting. Then he announced he was okay and departed for his own place.
The detectives visited him three times, but to date no-have-caught this low-life, who should be back in prison for life for “attempted homicide.”
These people walk among us.
We begged Craig: “No more heroics!” Why risk your life for a stranger…you have two kids, parents, sisters, brother, nieces, nephews. Stick to protecting your own.
(And no - we of course don’t know whether the gal was alive or dead in that car!)