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My Protector!

One day last winter, I had to go to the bank.  I had no cash left in my purse and my husband was spending his days and nights in the hospital, attending to his terminally ill father.  I told my nephew I was going to the bank.  I asked him to tell my children I would be home shortly and that they should change their clothes on returning from school and take their lunch which was ready.  I didn't expect to be gone for more than forty five minutes.  It takes twenty minutes to walk there.  Twenty minutes back.  Only five minutes to do the work.  I was going to use the ATM machine, not go to the counter.

I walked as quickly as I could.  I keep a fair distance from other walkers on the road.  I don't walk too close to anyone unless I know them.  If someone, particularly a mail pedestrian comes too close, I put as much space between myself and that person as soon as possible.  A young man passed by.  I slackened my pace to allow him to move ahead.  He slackened his pace too.  I crossed the street without making it too obvious.  He moved ahead.  I was pleased.  I had shaken him off.

The bank is down a very lonely lane.  It's more a meeting place for pensioners and not a thriving commercial centre.  I noted the young man standing outside the bank.  Looking at me.  Standing in a manner that could only be described as 'not respectable'.  I dropped my eyes and saw nothing.  I went into the bank and entered the ATM booth.  No one else was there.  I looked out discreetly.  That fellow was staring at me through the glass.  "Go away," I pleaded inwardly.  He didn't.  I did not want to leave the safety of the booth. I fumbled in my handbag for my ATM card.  My hand was shaking.  I gripped my mobile and dialled my nephew Praveen's number.

"Praveen, please come and take me home.  I'm at the bank.  There's a fellow hanging around and I'm afraid of him," I stammered, dissolving in tears.

"I'm coming," replied Praveen.

The young man was standing outside the booth as I left.  He tried to speak to me.  I brushed him off and went inside the bank.  The young man did some work in the ATM booth and moved away.

Praveen arrived on the scooter in what seemed like seconds.  Twenty two years old and  six feet tall.

"What happened?" he asked.  I told him.  He roared away on the scooter before I could think.  He was back in two minutes.  I climbed on the back of the scooter.  I reached home in minutes.  My son Neil, taller than me,  was reaching home from school.  It felt amazing to be home and safe again.

"What happened?" I asked Praveen

He had stopped the young man on the road.  Asked him "why were you  bothering my taiji(uncle's wife)".  The young man apologized immediately and promised never to do it again.  Praveen told him to make sure that he didn't.

Sometimes it feels so safe to live in a combined family.

Comments

  1. How wonderful to be protected in such a way. I'm glad everything turned out all right for you.

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  2. WOW! That scary! So glad you had someone to call.

    Yes! Gaelikaa! It has been a long time. So glad you stopped bye! :)

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  3. So, you've commented several times about not liking to have the children out, about feeling unsafe when you are out in public. Is it really that dangerous? Are you afraid of being mugged or attacked? what if you had given him a challenging stare, asked him loudly if he was following you? Or told him yourself to leave you alone? I'm not judging you or your actions but I am curious about the fact that you don't feel safe.

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  4. It must be brilliant to belong to such a family and feel protected.
    Maggie X

    Nuts in May

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  5. I think that you should take lessons in some form of martial arts. I also think that you should start carrying a can of pepper spray with you wherever you go. Your protector may not be available all the time.

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