her blog, where she writes about helping someone who needed it:
Last night, I was in Eugene, Oregon for some business things and some shopping I had to do to prepare for a trip to Wales and Norway next week.
My son is going to the University of Oregon there, and lives in an apartment that is a bit of a distance from his job, so I decided to hang around town for a while in the evening to drive him to his room to save him a walk, at 10:30. He was hungry, we grabbed a bite for him at Denny’s, and then I drove him home and dropped him off. He lives at an apartment complex for students close to U of O. It was about 11:30.
Because it’s Summer, the apartments aren’t nearly as full as usual. He’s normally got three roommates, but right now, he’s got the place to himself. I was by myself in the car, no one else around except a couple talking to each other, I thought playfully, on the lawn in front of my parking spot. They looked like they’d been drinking a little.
I was gathering up my phone and stuff, about to send a message home to my hubby that I would be home in about an hour and fifteen minutes. I wasn’t looking forward to the drive, I’ve been working a lot at night and was pretty fatigued.
The girl and the guy started making some noise, but I didn’t immediately think anything was wrong, because I had thought they were play arguing.
It turns out they weren’t.
When I looked up, they had moved, and I couldn’t spot them immediately. There was no one else around, and as I say, it was very dark.
Pretty soon I heard the girl start screaming. She was yelling, get your hands off me, get off me. I rolled down my window, and it was clearly serious, something very bad was happening.
So I grabbed my keys and my phone to go see what I could do. By this time, she’s full on screaming and the guy is cursing and yelling, and at the very least, I can hear that he’s hitting her. I run towards the sound, and she comes running out of the dark area between two of the apartment buildings…she’s thrown her shoes off to be able to run.
And she’s screaming HELP ME.
And the guy comes out after her.
Now, it’s dark, and there’s nobody around. And when I worked at a crisis center, they used to warn us not to go into dark, enclosed areas like this when there’s a dangerous situation.
So the guy is chasing her, and I make it to her, and put myself between him and the girl. I have my keyring clenched in my fist with the keys sticking out, which does a lot of damage very quickly, if necessary. I am weirdly, completely calm, but it is also very clear that this guy is not going to be allowed to put his hands on the girl. What I don’t know is that my son, in his room on the third floor, has heard the shouting and is looking for the number for the complex’s security.