We’ve just bought a house on a corner lot. It’s pretty and trim with cobblestones, roses, and birch trees. Children come and go to the park and school. I felt so outgoing in July! I wanted to open the door more, rather than ignoring the bell because of so many salesmen. I must’ve been caught up in a very optimistic, verbal moment. I’d probably had caffeine. I tend toward moodiness.
But corner lots have a reputation for being broken into more, easy access. I can still say no to salesmen like nobody else and be super nice. I simply feel safer not opening the door. Neighbors who are smart enough will let me see them from the kitchen window.
I started self defense classes with my children a year and a half ago. We are not mean fighting machines, but being immersed in the lingo of safety, being told again and again the importance of a quick reaction, what mean people might do, and what you on the defense need to do before you run, it stays at the front of your mind. If I took a job selling insurance, the lingo of worth and replacement value of property would stay on my mind. I’d see the need for insurance everywhere. But how boring that would be!
Krav Maga “was derived from street-fighting skills developed by Imi Lichtenfeld, who made use of his training as a boxer and wrestler, as a means of defending the Jewish quarter against fascist groups in Bratislava in the mid- to late-1930s. In the late-1940s, following his immigration to Israel, he began to provide hand-to-hand combat training to what was to become the IDF, who went on to develop the system that became known as Krav Maga. It has since been refined for civilian, police and military applications.” Wikipedia
I’ve never been victimized. Bullied yes, usually by men in their 50s and 60s (1) in grocery store parking lots. They don’t get enough respect in real life, so they bark at me to slow down or put my cart up, never when my husband is with me of course. Used to, it didn’t feel like a physical threat, maybe I should’ve thought of it that way all along though. The turning point for me in seeking out self defense was having three children, getting a few years closer to their leaving home, and realizing that these are multi-layered skills I can give them. It’s confidence that spreads to every corner of your life.
Having said all that, we live in paradise. I read the police log which is mostly a peppering of burglaries that sound to me like inside jobs. Who pays $18,000 for a ring? I come from a mean town though, overrun with meth when I left in ‘97. Not sure what the drug-of-choice is these days. From the movies, it looks like prescription pills. As for paradise, who knows where in the world our children will go?
For more about Krav Maga.
1) I’m convinced these same men are who my curvy girlfriend says act like idiots to get her attention. Always at the gas pump. They say ridiculous things and make snorty laughter to get her to notice them. We compare stories. I get mad, and she has a laugh.