The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

He started to reverse and I searched for artillery among the rubble left by the
builders. There were plenty of useful projectiles and since I had locked the gate
he wasn’t getting in, I could stand their safely pelting him and the car if he tried
anything. I noticed Elly at the window and most of our neighbours were
probably watching too. They would have heard his wheels screech as he came at
me, they would have heard the gate clang off the front of the car and if they
hadn’t heard those noises it is extremely doubtful that they would have heard a
concrete slab land on the roof of his car.
I had been aiming for the windshield but either I was stronger than I thought or I
had miss calculated how fast he was coming at me. I saw his spirit crushed
under that slab. It left a dint in the roof but in his eyes, in his eyes there was a
signal, a signal of realisation. He had come to have his way again but he wasn’t
prepared for me. No one had fought back with him until now and when I did he
couldn’t deal with it. He couldn’t adapt his plan. He had no ‘plan b’.
He thought he could hide out in the dark and mow me down.
That summed him up.
No spirit, no fight.
He had nothing to fight for.
I had Elly and Andrew. Something bigger than myself.