In South-Africa we grow up with a different mentality towards crime, however we still don’t appreciate it. Unfortunately I am sad to say; we are sort of used to it. This is why it may be a little easier for me to remember and write about the night I got attacked at my house in South-Africa with a hammer. According to the police I did everything right and because of this I am still alive today to tell you about my experience. Please understand that if this situation should occur again I would never recommend fighting back, I am very fortunate to still be around today.
I live in a large house in a quite part of town. My house is surrounded by a high wall and equipped with an alarm system. I arrived back home as per normal, pulled the car into the garage. Closed the garage (secure parking spot) behind me and walked towards the house.
BUZZZZ BUZZZ BUZZ, It felt like I was going into a bad trip. I had no clue what was happening. There was no recognizable pain, as I turned around I saw a stranger standing behind me with a hammer. By now he was hitting me on the side of the arm. As you can imagine all of this happened within a few seconds. During this time I had to make a decision on how to handle the situation. Punch! I pan handled him once in the face. This was all that I needed, within a few seconds I realized that he was going to kill me. This chap certainly was not my friend rather my enemy. He would have killed me given the chance. Flight or Fight. This is a natural instinct that we all have to increase our survival value. Let me tell you – it saved my life without a shadow of a doubt. In the two to three seconds that followed after I punched him, he was taken totally by surprise. He got such a fright and ran away towards the wall surrounding my house. Wow I thought is this really possible, is this really happening. Racing thoughts were flashing through my mind. I then realized that my neck was covered blood and running down my back. I started tasting metal! I thought I was going to pass out and this guy may come back and kill me. So I ran after the guy chasing him up the wall. Pressing the panic button around my neck, started to loose the use of my legs due to the loss of blood and then fell down to the ground. “Get up” I kept telling myself he is coming back, I can hear him. As I got up, I was just in time to block the hammer with my arm as it was coming down on my head. I got one more punch in; this was when the attacker fell to the ground. As I stood there with the attacker regaining consciousness, I realized that I would not be able to do this again. I tasted metal once again, I am feeling faint and my arm hurts with blood covering my body.
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