I'm out for a nice 10 mile run. Pushing a good clip and feeling great. At 7.5 miles I get hit by a water bottle thrown from a pick-up truck. Knocks the wind out of me and I go down. No one right behind the car bothers to stop and help. It hurts tremendously.
A car does eventually turn around to see if I'm okay. There's little she can do to help. She offers me a ride home which I decline. I thank her and she goes on her way.
I thought I'd be over getting bullied when I left high school. Apparently not. It still hurts more than physical.
I get home, call the police who stop by and I give them all the information. The officer really didn't seem to care since I did not have a licence plate number and was not seriously hurt.
I'm thankful to my family for being supportive and to the lady that stopped. They keep me moving.
The happiness I felt from the lady stopping to check on me was far more than the anger I felt toward the two cowards that tried to hurt me.
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