Last night, walking to my parents house from the metrolink station, my entire family and some poor kid from Austria were attacked by a mob of 40 black teenagers. We got beat up pretty bad. I have a bruised eye and a burst blood vessel and broken glasses. But Phil got it the worst. His face was beat to shit, and now it looks like he might have to have surgery to fix it. Mom, Dad, Abby, and Helen all got hit in the head and knocked over, but don’t have any external wounds to show for it.
This was a pretty horrible experience, and since I’m still right in the middle of it, I can’t really articulate my feelings properly. I’m scared, and feel vulnerable, and sick, and all sorts of bad feelings right now.
I don’t necessarily believe in prayer, but if you do, maybe send one out for my family, and especially Phil right now. We need all the help we can get.