This is not the post I was intending to write this evening, but ... I need to write things down to sort them out in my head as best as possible.
At approximately 2:50PM on my walk home from the metro station, I was attacked from behind.
I have walked down Wayne Avenue at least twice a day for 5 years, at all hours of the day and night. I have always felt perfectly safe doing so. Even today didn't seem out of the ordinary.
As I approached the intersection of Dale and Wayne, I passed a young black man in his early 20s. I made eye contact and nodded.
I crossed Dale and heard a noise. I turned and saw someone running up Dale. That's when I noticed someone following me. I turned off my iPod and reached for my phone. And he jumped me, putting me in a chokehold and trying to pull me to the ground.
I began hitting him over my shoulder with my large umbrella (which, sadly, is now in pieces). I hit myself in the head a couple times, too, and have a few lumps.
He pulled me to the ground and I continued to swing my umbrella, even as I felt myself starting to black out. A passing car, slowed almost to a stop, and starting honking. I yelled, "Help." [Which considering I was having a hard time breathing wasn't much of a yell]. The man jumped to his feet and ran.
Dazed, I called 911. As I was on the phone with them, the middle school this was happening across the street from let out. So, I waited for the police with one of the crossing guards.
The police arrived quickly (although it seemed like an eternity). I gave a description. I pointed out the direction he ran. The only thing I can remember him saying is "Don't choke me" or "I'm choking you" or something like that. Which has to be the stupidest thing for an attacker to say ever.
He didn't take my wallet. Or ask for money. Or take my camera. He may have tried to rip off my messenger bag, but I was wearing it across my chest (and I think that may have contributed to the choking).
"Do you think he was on drugs or alcohol," one officer asked.
"I don't know, but he did attack me on a busy street in broad daylight, which doesn't seem quite normal."
I asked for one of the officers to drive me home. They were all very nice. I doubt they will catch the guy.
And, now, I'm home. I've taken some advil. I put ice on my lumps. My throat hurts when I swallow or try to talk. I feel like I'm constantly on the verge of tears. And I have to wonder, since he didn't demand money (that I remember), would he have killed me?