Today while on the bus I experienced something, scary. As the bus was pulling away a man, who was trying to board the bus, hit the window. It was loud but it happens. He wanted their attention, he got it. As the driver was trying to maneuver their way back to the curb he hit the window again. The driver told him that they weren't going to pick him up because he was hitting their bus. He became more violent. He began slamming his fist against the window. He was cursing at the driver. He kept hitting the windows, even the front door. I happened to be on the side closest to him. Every time he slammed his fist against the window, I'd get a little scared. I kept wondering. What if he get's inside? What if the window breaks? What would I do? I was scared. The only thing separating us was glass. The driver followed procedure and called OCTA and told them to send the police. Even while they were on the phone he continued to yell and hit the windows. Eventually he left.
I have had stalkers. Heck, once or twice I've seen some homeless fight, but this hasn't happened to me before. I was scared.
As soon as this ordeal was over I started thinking about all of you, then everybody else.
I am sorry. I am sorry if you haver ever felt threatened. I am sorry if you have ever worried about your safety. I'm sorry if you've ever stayed up at night hoping you'd see sunrise. I'm sorry if someone has ever made you feel insignificant. I'm sorry if someone has ever made you feel uneasy. I'm sorry if you've ever felt that regardless of the taekwondo lessons, the boxing classes, or any self defense classes you've felt defenseless. I am so sorry. My dearest apologies go out to you.
I wish I could fix it all. I know my experience may be minuscule compared to your struggles, but it reminded me of something. It put things in a cleaner perspective. Sometimes my glasses get covered with a dim reality and I am temporarily blinded. I dozed off and I'm awake again.
PLEASE, fight on.
-ChesterYaYa
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