After calling the police, I talked with Dylan on the phone (good thing we just barely got cell phones!). Olivia asked me why I was crying and I told her our daddy got hurt. "My daddy? Who did? Who hurt my daddy?" Just some mean boys with something to prove, I said. "Did they kill him?" Then my heart broke, or mended, I'm not sure which. I gave both my babies a big hug and told her they did not kill her Daddy, just hurt him a little bit. But he was okay. Thank heavens, he was okay!
Dylan returned at our door an hour later. They found his bike abandoned at another Max station with some minor damages. And even though his jaw is really sore and his bike needs some fixin', he prayed tonight that we would find love and see everyone as they really are, as children of our Heavenly Father. That, ladies and gentlemen, is why I love my husband. Thanks for not killing our Daddy, teenage boys.
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Zhikes! This is the most revolting post I've seen on your blog. I'm aghast that some boys would do this to my friend.
I am sure Dylan could easily take on three drunked up boozers with illegal ninja moves from the government. I don't think five would be such a stretch. I guess he is just a lover and not a fighter.
It's funny you should mention that, Joe. I didn't want to say anything in the original post, but Dylan did use illegal ninja moves from the government. I didn't want to get him arrested or anything. That's why I wrote "no less than five", because he took out five of them and the other four ran away when they saw him choppin the heck out of the other guys.
Is this one of those embellished stories where something embarrassing, maybe even humiliating, occurred and you beef-up the tale so that others marvel? I’m thinking the “Max” is really Dylan’s bedroom, and the “bike” was really Dylan’s supper. And the drunken teenage boys?....Olivia and Gage after several helpings of crownies.
Personally, I think that yelling "FIRE!" is the worst thing that one could do in such a situation. It is quite possible that one of the hooligans had a gun. Everyone who has been to Boy Scout camp knows that anytime you yell "FIRE!" there's a chance somebody could get shot. But seriously, I'm glad he's okay. That reminds me of the time some guys that I went to camp with burned their tent down. I guess those tents get pretty flammable after years and years of absorbing bug repellant because that tent practically exploded. That was the best day of my life.
Never Fear, Chad is here to teach Dylan the subtle yet amazingly effect skills necessary to combat intoxicated teenagers-even five at a time if he must. Tonight I taught Dylan a few simple Karate skills that will help him to guard his bike from any future ransacery. I taught him a little chop saki to the throat, and a wicked sweet elbow move to the face. He is now good to go. So with that said, all you evil-doer adolescent bike cleptomaniacs out there be warned, for Dylan is no longer a pacifist, but a mighty ninja warrior!
We in heaven's valley utah are all glad Dillan is still here, we are kinda attached to him also... or is it that if he goes Leah might move back in...
Good job Dylan, you must have said and did the right things to have stayed alive. How many people were around at the time? Isn't that a busy place? granny g
Those Boys still deserve a beat down from Dylan and their dads! Old Skool style.
It's funny how after five years, my mom can still spell Dylan's name wrong. And also funny how she will spell it right just two sentances later. I love you, mom!
What is also funny is how Leah can't spell sentences after 20 years of writing them.
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