Under an old oak tree in the park, a disturbing scene unfolded. A man was aggressively berating a woman who stood before him, her face hidden by her hair, trembling as he yelled at her. The words he hurled were harsh and cruel, blaming her for everything wrong in his life. My blood boiled with anger at the sight.
The man’s behavior escalated when he knocked her purse to the ground, scattering its contents. The woman stood helplessly, tears streaming down her face. It was a gut-wrenching sight. Despite the crowd around, no one intervened—just a few disapproving glances.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” he yelled, grabbing her arm roughly. My anger surged; I knew I couldn’t just stand by.
I pulled out my phone, dialing 911, but then I switched to recording video as he continued his tirade. I made sure to capture his face and the woman’s distress. I knew evidence was crucial, but I needed to divert his attention to prevent further harm.
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