It’s a long story how all this happened, but years ago an unhinged brother of a former co-worker threatened me and another former co-worker’s kids with bodily harm.
Shit, threatening me I am used to. I’ve been in more fistfights (mostly in grade school and high school, but some as an adult) than most people been in arguments.
But threatening my co-worker’s kids? What the hell.
I told the guy that it was it, I was done, and I was – more than he realized at first. It’s always mystified me that people don’t take me seriously when I say I am going to do something. I don’t make threats. Threats are cheap and worthless and only make you look weak. Where I grew up, threats got you nowhere but on your ass crying.
Anyway thanks to me, two days later, he was fired from his high-paying job at Microsoft, his car was towed to some unknown repair shop (hehe) to have expensive repairs done, his cable was disconnected and the police showed up at his house questioning him about why he had threatened to kill a four-year-old and a two-year-old.
I believe all this happened on the same day, but it definitely happened within two days of one another.
I could’ve done a lot more. I only stopped when he and his sister (who was instigating all this) begged me to. He’d had enough, and I was barely getting started.
But to paraphrase The Game, I do believe that when someone begs for mercy, the beef is over.
I stopped then. Enemy defeated. Mission completed.
What I did wasn’t quite an act of revenge. I needed that idiot to stop terrifying my friend and her kids. And he did stop.
Probably calling the cops would’ve been enough. But doing what I did taught a life lesson that simply calling the cops would never match.