5 years ago, when I lived in Phoenix, a guy tried to carjack me. I was in West Phoenix, we had gone to a Dennys and had dinner with a bunch of friends. I had just opened the door for my lady, and saw the guy coming. My 6th sense fired up, and I told her to get in, close the door and hit the door lock button.
At first, I thought one of our friends put him up to it as a joke, I didn't think he was nuts enough to take on someone who had over a foot and 60lbs on him... Soon as I saw the switchblade, I knew the guy meant business, but still couldn't understand what the guy was thinking... I later found out the guy was high on PCP, therefore he thought himself as invincible. Long story short, he went to the hospital that night with a shattered right knee and a concussion that was severe enough to make him slip in and out of conciousness.
Bish of it is, the cops were going to arrest me for fugging him up. Helloo! Guy comes at me with a knife, what am I supposed to do? Let him hurt me and/or my loved one? That wasn't gonna happen. It was either incapacitate him, or kill him. I really didn't want to kill the man... I would have been buried in paperwork up to my eyeballs. I HATE paperwork. So, I did the next best thing. The shift supervisor, a Liutenant (or Captain, I cant remember) put a stop to that real quicklike. He got a good laugh out of my telling him that I broke the guy's knee for HIS OWN SAFETY.
