On the walk home, Mal and I are chatting and enjoying the time together, when suddenly, there was a sound a few feet behind me. This noise I can best describe as a crunch of dry leaves. At the sound of this unidentified, possibly life threatening noise, I instantly grabbed Mal's wrist, death grip, might be an appropriate description and I moved with lightening speed to a place in front of him where in the next instant, I would be able to thrust him between me and danger as some sort of human shield. In that same instant, in my hyper awareness, I spotted the source of the unexpected noise. You guessed it. A bike.
Why, you ask is a cyclist not expected on a bike path? Well, I can only imagine that I was so enthralled with the beauty of the day and time with my husband that I had no realization that the rest of the world was there. Maybe not. Anyway, I started to howl with laughter. Mal, then, asked if I would release his hand, he said something about blood needing to circulate. I complied and continued to laugh.
Later, when relating the story to my daughter and her husband, John asked, what kind of training have I had that would elicit such an immediate and perhaps, unthinkably, an important response. Was it the military? I don't think so. I blame living on the ranch with my brothers who had nothing better to do than to scare (frighten silly, actually) their sister at any opportunity. I think now it is a response that would buy the precious time needed to decide, "Fly or Fight".
Mal and I grinned the rest of the day, as we recalled, how I was so willing to sacrifice him to protect me. Funny, huh?
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