There was a news story in 2007 about a woman who heard a couple fighting in the middle of the night.
She ran down the stairs of her apartment complex to see what was happening and the man chopped her arms off with a machete.
I think about her approximately once a month. I wonder if she gets hung up on that moment when she was still safe in her bed, before she went downstairs.
And I wonder how on earth I'd be able to stop myself from doing the same thing.
I cannot imagine an instance where someone is being hurt and I don't help.
I'm not watching this video, but I bet there was a chance for a smaller person to jump on his back and gouge his eyes.
That will be my go-to move in a crisis. Don't be weirded out by the squishiness of the eyes. Just squeeze until they stop what they're doing.
I have a plan of action for almost every unfortunate scenario. That's what this life has done to me.