Man, sorry to hear that. I'm glad you're OK overall, that's what matters.
Five years ago, I was headed out to meet some friends for a day-trip. We were heading out at 6am, so I was on the road by 5 to meet them. Excited about our day at the beach, I pulled into a gas-station, and filled up. A man, a bit older than I approached and asked for a ride. It was raining lightly, and I was in a great mood, so I let him in the car, and headed down the road. we chit-chatted for about 10 minutes, then I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. He had pulled a knife.
He sat on my right, and held the knife in his right hand, so he was having to twist his body to try and reach me. I slammed the brakes, and back-fisted him with my right arm.
I jumped out of the car, grabbing my keys when I did. He sat still trying to figure out what to do, finally moving to the driver's seat. Meanwhile, I opened my trunk, and pulled out a three-foot long prybar, which I used at work.
He moved back to the passenger side when I approached, and jumped out of the car. I was shocked to see that I had shattered his nose from my first blow, and he was
bawling. Blood was pouring out, and he was hysterical.
He pleaded for help. I frisked him, threw the knife away, and drove him to the hospital. I was late for my meeting, and my friends left without me.
