Warning: Long Reply
When I was 16 (9 years ago), I was riding a jeepney (public transportation from the Philippines) coming from the bank. I got in the jeepney casually because I don't look like a guy who would have a lot of cash with me. Unfortunately I have 25K pesos on me that time which will be the budget for the month. I was the eldest child and both my parents were CA then and they send us money and all that.
Anyways, the jeepney was moving and once it was under the Morayta underpass, this guy pulls up a balisong (makeshift knife). My adrenaline spiked and being a varsity player in judo for UST I immediately went for his wrist. He was shocked about my reaction and he didn't fight me off. His accomplice, sitting across him didn't do anything either so I just held on to his wrist for 5 seconds (it seemed like it was forever...) I scanned the road and I jumped off the moving vehicle. There was minimal traffic so lets just say I was lucky...
I guess I had presence of mind because during those 5 seconds that I held on to his wrist, I was contemplating as to how I can jump off the vehicle without getting run over or with minimal injuries.
Then I jumped... I don't know how fast the jeepney was but it is never smart to jump of a moving vehicle... I figured that the best way to have minimal injuries was to use my forarms to break my fall. I jumped, locked my neck as if I was looking at the sky so that when my head bounced, my face wouldn't hit the pavement. My forarms did break my fall but my head did bounce and instead of my face hitting the pavement, my chin did. I didn't feel a thing because of the adrenaline... but I got a one inch cut under my chin. From what the docter told me, I could probably fit half the diameter of a quarter in it...
Lets just say I was lucky I survived the fall. I Got an FX (public cab), got off at UST hospital and had it stiched. I think it took 6 stitches, called my siblings and told them what happened.
The funny thing is (if there is one), I was laughing during the time that I was being stitched because I realized my stupidity/presence of mind. The doctor had to tell me to hold still so he can have a good stitch... I got home, adrenaline subsided and I slept for 14 hours...
Oh well, I guess my goatee will never be a full...
