Daily Prompt; Fight or Flight


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When faced with confrontation, do you head for the hills or walk straight in? Was there ever a time you wished you’d had the opposite reaction?

One time many years ago when I was in the seventh grade, I learned what I was like when it came to fight or flight.

Seventh grade for girls is filled with many hours dreaming of cute boys and wanting to date. I had a crush on this one boy. I didn’t cross the line because he “belonged” to one of my good friends.

Well, you know how it goes with teens. He loves me, he loves me not. Here today, gone tomorrow. A time came when I learned that he and my g/f broke up. I was happy inside, hoping he would notice me next. Don’t get me wrong, I was sad for my g/f, because I knew she was hurting, but he was going to find someone else right? Sort of wrong thinking but hey I was 12 years old.

About a week went by and he came up to me during study hall and asked me to go to the movies the coming Friday. I jumped at the chance and said, “oh yes!” After all, it had been a week since the break-up.

Monday morning rolls around and I am on cloud nine, but after school was over a gray cloud hovered over my head. I hadn’t seen my g/f all day but I did while I was waiting to get on the school bus.

She came up behind me. I didn’t hear nor see her. She said my name and as I turned around she swung her purse towards my face. Pow! I had been purse smacked. I think I remember standing there speechless at first.

Then I became embarrassed as I wondered how many kids saw that crime in action. She and I never spoke again. It was a darn shame. Although he was fair game, I still should have not crossed that line out of respect for her.

I didn’t say a word, and neither did she. She got her hurt feelings out and I got on the bus with my tail between my legs. No one mentioned it on the bus, but I know without a doubt, that little story did its fair share of spreading.

I knew it in my heart, that I had done wrong. Being popular was more important than my friends. Shame on me.

Today, I am still not a fighter unless you have wronged my  brother or my kids. For me, if you want to dog me with name calling or trying to spite me, go for it. I will just pray for your soul and wait and see what God does about it.

If you cross my brother’s path or try to hurt my kids then my Pit bull teeth come out, and I am snarling and growling.

I have never hit a soul, but I have learned to not let people stomp on me anymore. I usually think about the problem for a few days before I move into action. I ask God, what do you think?free-write-friday-writing-prompt bird in winter

I have learned through Al‘s illness that not all of us are on the same page.

Words can be said the same but have different interpretations. I have to make sure that I get my feelings across to the other side. I want people to know that I am not about to play their game. I have rights, but what’s more important, is that people in general, sick, disabled and those unable to speak for themselves have rights also. I  have a swinging bat fighting for them. The ball comes out as words and in the end I will make it to home base.

Life has changed, people have changed. Trust has become weak and money has become powerful. I don’t have to flight anymore. Nor do I have to fight with my body. But I can let others know that this gal ain’t a budging when it comes to someone smaller or weaker than me.