the year was 1980 something . i was 16 years old . a typical teen with an attitude looking for trouble. one day a friend and i were walking through a parking lot of a grocery store when this car came driving by and did not yield to us. neither did we yield to the car. he was going pretty slow but the front bumper made contact with me. well that was it, i was going to confront the guy behind the wheel, i noticed he was a much older gentleman, probably 60 something. this was going to be great. as i walked to the drivers door, i was cursing and threatening him.i started kicking his door, and what happened next changed my life.
the man was visibly frightened, and that made me feel like a bigshot until he reached down and and pulled up what was the biggest gun i have ever seen. some kind of a revolver. i found myself looking down that giant barrel and almost soiled my parachute pants (remember ,it WAS the 80`s ).suddenly i felt like a little kid wanting his mommy. my demeanor changed in an instant. i was was apologizing and backing away with my hands up.i could not get out of there fast enough ! he drove away,but left me with a valuable lesson. i want to be just like that old man.
i have grown up since then. i help little old ladies cross the street.
