They called back.

Friday April 28th, 2006.
I was confronted by fear. Fear. Hyperventilation. Dry mouth. Uncontrollable shaking. Fear.
Somehow the inventors of the mobile phone decided to makes the buttons so inconvenient during emergencies. Instead I was pressing 6-2-1.
Step 2, activate the human GPS to lock in on the other phone, while trying to complete another important mission, INHALE. Ah-huh! Yes! The phone is charged and ready for use. Okay.... the delegation of duties begin. Fingers have to coordinate with the brain and the eyes to locate 3 numbers, PLUS the TALK button.

Where are the mental cheerleaders when you need them?

The few seconds blurred, events interlaced into each other, when images flashed, noises flared and all I heard was my breathing. Oh yes, this was what the Psycho Profession talked about in Psychology 100. Wow! Can't believe this is really happening. Damn, he was correct. Too late now, he still wont change my grade. Press TALK. Er... Only once! Not Twice! You think, DiNozo! (NCIS joke, not the real NCIS. The tv version.)

Strategy 2, what strategy? Mentally scribing onto post-it notes, "DONT PANIC". Oops, Objection! Your honour, too freaking late!!

When one is in a state of panic, time does not fly, rather you are caught in an extended reverie, everything is blurry, sounds are muffled, you do not feel any part of your body. The phone suddenly rings. "H-h-h-hello?" emerged from between my breathelessness. "Are you okay? You cannot breathe? I'll send someone out there now. Do you need EMS? Can you talk?" Wow! They called back!! They really did call back! Now I have the winning cards in my left hand, with a government agency on the line.

Brain! Coordinate with mouth! Operation CALM DOWN!

Black jack! Full house!! Royal Flush!! (winning hand?) err... Smart Chip Activated, System restored. Insurgent realized he is outsmarted/outnumbered, basically SOL if he remains in the proximity. "Yes Sir, he is leaving now, out the driveway." Exhale. My comfort in my left hand heard that sigh too. "Are you alright now?" Some reassurances and confirmation that the children will be too traumatize if an officer arrives at the house. TALK. End of call.

The mentioned event is accurate and true. I have equipped myself with a defense mechanism, courage, since my dear friend wont lend me his sidearm (just kidding). But most of all, I am surprised but glad that the law enforcement agency called back. Really f**king glad.

Out of the ashes of fear arose a raging courage that relit the fury of LIFE.