Old Self Defense Success Story Article

[Chris K.]

Does anyone remember ever reading the story posted below? I remember it as a teen when the internet first starting having lots of material like this online. The original link to that is broken, but this was pulled from some discussion board that is 15 years old but still up. Even if you don't remember it do you think this story could have actually happen lol? Seems like if it did there would have been an associated news story or something.

Renata:
This occured 18 months after I was hurt quite seriously (at 17) in a "classic" street attack. It left me horribly traumatized, suicidal,and convinced that I would never allow THAT to happen to me again. I knew that I would rather die.
I was walking to a resteraunt for lunch on a very cold Sunday and I passed a tram tunnel between buildings. A man was pressed up against the wall so I didn't see him as I passed him. All I heard was 3 quick steps squeaking in the snow, and then his body crashed against me and shoved me hard into the brick wall. My face was scraped I later realized. I don't remember thinking, but I do remember that although it all happened so quickly, there seemed to be lots of time. I pushed out with my hands against the wall, and back-kicked him in the knee with my trusty Doc Martens (which I highly reccomend as a practical fashion acessory) as hard as I could. I actually felt the kneecap slide off to the side. I spun around quickly and kicked him again where the knee used to be. He fainted. Now, this I'm not proud of, but even though I knew he couldn't hurt me anymore, I stomped his groin full force. It felt like crushing a huge poisonous centipede. I think I was in shock. I was shaking so hard...
Anyway then I rolled him into the recovery position, and ran to the resteraunt and called the rape hotline. I was crying and the woman kept trying to get me to tell her if I needed medical help. I finally calmed down and told her he did! She told me how to report anonymously to the police and get him an ambulance. The dispacher had trouble believing what I told him. I stayed in the phone booth and watched the ambulance pick him up. They must have known what happened because they were none too gentle. Then I called a friend and she and her mom picked me up. I was traumatized after but not as badly or as long.
Now when I tell this story I always emphasize the simplicity of the techniques and their effectivness. And I had no training then! In fact now I hope I'd have more control. But running into a victim who won't be a victim is an occupational hazard of being an attacker after all.