“Wrong place, wrong time. I never asked for mercy and none was given. I awoke on a lawn with two broken fingers, two defensive knife cuts to my hand and forearm and a broken eye socket.
I plotted my revenge for months.”
Well, John, maybe it’s time to start plotting your revenge again.
If they’ve scum-bagged you to save a few shekels on their health care cost and you become terminal because of it; take a few of the bastards with you.
I understand it’s not funny and my survival could weigh in the balance. I made my peace with God a long time ago. If I were to die tonight my last thoughts would be a thank God for blessing me with everything except riches. That is a price I will pay for peace of mind any day.
That said I’m in no hurry to say that prayer.
I’m not just fighting for myself now but other spouses who I have found out sheepishly never fought back.
I am no sheep. I have never and will never advocate violence against anyone on this blog. I also don’t want to incite violence. I like anyone else have a moral and legal right to defend themselves against a violent attack. And I would exercise those rights if the need arose.
I will not take this lying down. In the end my fate will be decided by chance, luck and a good lawyer.
As you know whatever my fate holds I intend to carry on with courage and a certain style of defiance.
As the Tattoo on the right forearm says in Latin
Sic erat in fatis
So it is fated
Never has that been more true than tonight