Down the Barrel

I have a friend who was recently robbed at gun point. She was approached by a gang who demanded all of her belongings and expelled her from her car with malice. As she slowly drifted away, they screeched off with her universe in tow.

She was victimized, distraught, and humiliated.

what is the response to a pack of wolves? do you foolhardily stare down your enemy? forsake your life for pride? Do you allow the ravishing of your possessions and mind? Leaving you with powerless fear. A stain on your innocence.

If we look to our prophets, we find that the godly reaction would be to openly embrace your assailants with love and smile widely toward the dark of death. A difficult response to choose.

The fight between our pagan desire to fight and our civilized tendency to rationally coalesce. Must we transcend our pride and even our desire to live to see tomorrow? Do we Gandalf that shit with a little bit of "You shall not pass!"

I'll think about it. If you know the answer let me in on it.