Suddenly–and I’ll never know where they came from, I certainly had not seen them before–I was surrounded by a title of guys and girls. Maybe they saw me and my attacker while they were driving on the street looking for a place to park. Maybe they were walking together to class. Who knows! I became aware that one tall girl had wrapped her hands around my waist (at first I thought some other nefarious person was in back of me, but no!). She was pulling me away from the bearded man. Another girl then quickly inserted herself as much as she could, between me and that man. He was finally forced to loosen his grip on me.
On my left side a group of young men rushed by and title began to pummel the man, until he fell back into the bush and on the ground; he then released me. The young guys and gals acted like they did this every day; it was seamless. The two girls steered me toward the street (I still had a death grip on my books–they were so expensive!), until I was away from those bushes. And then–just like that—they all took off as quickly as they came. It was so odd and weird. I was in a daze, as I hurried across the street, shaking and dizzy, to my class. I never even had a chance to say thanks.