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But, he didn't. He pressed his finger even more firmly on my brow to the point where I had to readjust my grip on my crutches to keep my balance.

I've always had these youthful delusions of how much my crutches would come in handy, if I were ever attacked. I'd whip and punish anyone who would come near me with the leverage I had in my crutches and the power I had in my arms!

Instead, I just stood there in this unnatural configuration with a stranger forcing his finger into what I'm sure had become a scowl. Yet, I didn't feel I was in any particular danger.

Suddenly, his finger left me.

"I hope it helps you," he said with a confidence that surprised me just as much as the forcefulness of his finger.

"Thank you," I mumbled, still struck by his conviction. I was grateful to be free, careful not to disturb, respectful of his delusion.

He left, sweeping down the street. As I threw my crutches into the back seat of my car and slid under the wheel, I chastised myself for being such an easy touch.

I also felt relieved, amused and energized.

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