Three lessons about living I learned from a random assault
6 min readJan 17, 2022
It was only 7:00 pm, but already dark. Ice crystals twinkled in the reflection of the lights lining a street of stately brownstones. I’d walked down this street many times. I didn’t see or hear anything; actually, I didn’t even feel anything when a stranger came up behind me and beat me with a hammer. It was a random act of violence.
