There was a red Jeep sitting near the power lines, an out-of-the-way place apart from the houses in the neighborhood. I was walking Prince when I noticed it—and knew to be wary since it was an unfamiliar vehicle. The car’s windows were down and as I drew closer, I could see a guy sitting in the driver’s seat.

An alarm rang in my head, telling me to be alert. I held the dog’s leash firmly, positioned him on my side closest to the car, took a deep breath and picked up speed as I began to pass.

Then I heard his voice. “Hey, good-looking!”

My blood turned to ice and I readied myself to get into defensive stance.

The Rape Aggression Defense class (RAD) I took at the local police department taught me to do exactly that. I had practiced for years and now it looked as if I was finally getting an opportunity to use my self-defense tools.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the driver leaning towards me as he spoke through the passenger-side window. At least he hadn’t yet jumped out of the car, so I was about to shout “NO!” and take off running…when I realized the man was Officer Jeff, one of my RAD instructors. A friend.

Or maybe that characterization is questionable since he nearly scared the shit out of me.

I’m glad I was prepared to react in the proper way. Next time, though, I’ll probably just sic the dog on him.


  1. Susie
    Nov 10, 2015

    hahaha! it would have served him right if you sicced the dog after him! he should know better. he must have given you an A+.

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