I have surprised people since I was barely two years old with my mastery of language. Probably because I am tiny, words are my defense against anyone who threatens me. According to friends, my words do disarm antagonists. An attempted rape serves as a dramatic illustration of the power of words to protect in a real life crisis.
I had walked home from the university, my arms filled with books and turned to walk towards the house I shared with four other girls. I barely glanced at the pick-up truck parked right in front of our sidewalk. A tall, athletic, friendly looking young man poked his head from under the opened hood and called out.
“Would you mind giving me a hand? I need someone to turn the key while I attach some wires together.”