Last night, my baby brother (age 24) was attacked while he was delivering pizzas. He said he walked past a weird looking man and then heard some rustling a moment before a baseball bat connected with his skull just below his ear. The people in the apartment for whom the pizza was destined heard the crack of that first hit and opened their door. As the men (there were 2 of them) proceeded to hit him several more times in the shoulder and head and knee, the apartment's residents phoned 911 and police arrived.
I guess my brother should thank God that he has a hard head. First, it made a loud enough crack to alert help and second, after a cat scan showed no permanent damage, we know it was hard enough to protect him. I thank God he is, or at least will be, okay. Praise You, Lord!
He says he will continue to deliver pizzas because it pays very well. I know I would not be able to do it.
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