Hanh mitauyapi / Hello my relatives. Don said you want to know specifics of things I have done in taking on the WO. Where to start? Hmm. My first rescue was when I was 13. My Auntie Lillian was racing down the street (in her sensible shoes & dress – she never wore pants) & my Uncle Mike was drunk & chasing her with a butcher knife. Nice quiet life, hm? My half-brother & I hid behind a hedge & as he ran by, I stuck my foot between his knees & dropped him on the sidewalk. The half-brother ran out & grabbed the knife & threw it down the storm drain & we lit out as fast as we could. Back then, bars were family places & kids could go in them without anyone getting tied in knots, & we tore into the bar a few blocks down. Pat, the bartender, was waiting by the door & told us to hide in the storeroom. We did; Uncle Mike came tearing up the steps & ran smack into Pat’s fist which caused him to pass out ‘right then’. At which point, we tore out the back door & went to our Grandmother Pearl’s & ate cookies & drank tea with her & Auntie Lillian. Life’s been like that ever since.
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