Guy rides by me and my daughter several months ago on my street, as we’re playing badminton outside. He’s riding his bike with his son and I overhear him say to his small boy, “hold on son, I need to talk to that guy, it won’t take but a minute.” And of course I have my guard up given many things about my life, my truth telling inside a corrupt society and my extremely foolish past. The last time I heard those same words, it ended in a physical confrontation with another overly aggressive male. I’m on guard immediately, as the man leaves his son aside and walks right toward me.
He stops in front of me and explains that one evening he (and his friends) were in Montreal when they were 16 and they were getting mugged at about 12 midnight in the downtown core. He continued……..”and it was you Jason who stopped the muggers, took our money back out of their hands, gave it back to us and told the muggers to get lost before you would kick the shit out of them”. He said I was by myself and that there were several muggers. (I was most likely drunk and high, so maybe picture more like Captain Jack Sparrow on steroids….doing some highly illogical things…don’t try this at home kids) He explained that he had made a promise to himself, that if he ever ran across me again, that he would stop and thank me in person. He thanked me in front of his son and my daughter saying, “son, this is the man that saved my life one night, many years ago.” This event took place more than 2 decades prior. I didn’t know what to say but at that exact moment (if only for a few seconds), I felt like Thor, King of Asgard. I wished him a good night and replied “always a pleasure, it must have been fate that night.” A good way to end the day in my Kingdom in Cornwall Ontario Canada.
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