As I was driving one
day near a busy local street-market, crowded with merchants and their tables
full of merchandise, buyers crossing in every direction, groups of children
riding their bicycles, and cars trying to squeeze themselves through the
narrowed and crowded street; suddenly came some reckless teenagers in their car
blasting their way through that market! They were going at least 80 km/h; which
might not seem that much compared to what we witness on our streets everyday,
but imagine that kind of speed in that busy marketplace! They appeared so
suddenly in front of me as they were entering the market area. And they almost
caused an accident with me!
I honked my car's
horn out of startlement and anger. And I got my reply from those teenagers in
the form of a middle-finger gesture and the screeching sound of their tires as
they drove away. I went in my way. One turn later, I was surprised by the same teenagers
driving behind my car, then overtaking me and harassing me by pretending to
want to hit my car with theirs!
They ended up
stopping their car in front of mine. By that point, I was furious. They were
the reckless ones! And as it turned out, they had the audacity to turn around
the block only to come after me! Then they used their car as a weapon and
threatened me! And they finally stopped in front of me challenging me to
respond!
Well, I responded!
I unbuckled myself,
stepped out of my car in anger, and looked straight at those stupid teenagers
who were still in their car looking at me through their rear-view mirror, and
then I used my entire strength and the full capacity of my lungs to shout as loud
I can in sheer anger "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" and without waiting
for a reply I continued "COME HERE AND SHOW ME WHAT YOU'VE GOT!". I
even amazed myself at the intensity of that shout. I never thought that I could
shout that loud! Everyone in that street was looking at me. And the children
stopped their bikes and were anticipating a fight. Of course, all what I've got
from those brats was the same hand gesture and the screeching sound of their
tires as they've escaped the scene again. Still furious, I stepped back into my
car and went in my way...
The reason I'm
writing about this incident is that it made me wonder: Was the situation really
worth my anger? What would have happened if those teenagers reacted differently
to my shouts? Was I really able to stand up to them? What would have happened if
they were carrying knives or even guns?! Was it worth my time and energy (and
maybe my life) to react to those boys?
I couldn't help but
wonder...
How would've you
reacted to the same situation?
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