A car in front of me slowed, but did not stop, once I pulled in. I was counting on the adults in that first car, for possible support. The Child within me is both frightened of, and outraged at, any form of violence. The entire atmosphere of grinning teenagers, watching, and enjoying the fight, and the deadened look in all their eyes, made me shudder. Fortunately, my very presence was enough to break up the fight.
Violence is learned from exposure to violence.
There is a schism between their thinking and feeling natures. Abuse begets abuse. Violence begets more violence. This experience cemented a decision that I have been trying to make for a while now. My growing frustration has been leading me in this direction all along.