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My Eight-Year-Old Wanted to Protect Me From a Road-Raging Maniac
It’s in his blood.
I hate violence!
I feel that way because I grew up on the wrong end of it in my childhood home. It reminds me of things I’d rather forget. It leaves me feeling unsettled.
Unfortunately, there are times in our world when the only answer to violence being waged against someone, the only way to stop it is for either a higher quality or a larger amount of it to be used in response.
In September of 2009, I was attacked by a man who, I believe, was in a state of road rage.
Josh, my son with multiple disabilities, who was eight years old at the time, witnessed the whole event. It traumatized him, so I eventually had to take him to a therapist for nearly a year to work it out in his mind. He was living in constant fear—another reason for my distaste towards violence. The mental and emotional damage it does to us.
Josh and I were returning from a doctor’s appointment in Omaha, and I’m not sure what I did to offend this poor guy, but he…
