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I Decided to Call the Cops on Man Who Hit His Wife
A hypothetical convinced me
I wrote a story yesterday about seeing a neighbor hit his wife.
At the time, I was not sure what to do, but decided to talk to her. Not about what I saw, but simply to get to know her a bit, let her know there was someone around who cared.
Because I have formed friendships with several neighbors, one lady had come over crying one day. A few months prior to that, a teenage girl took refuge for a few hours at my house to avoid a dangerous situation at home.
I’ve also had neighbors help me when I’ve needed it — taking care of my trash when I was recovering from surgery, giving me and my mother rides, bringing over food to share, etc. For the most part, neighbors are kind, caring people and the abusive incidents I’ve described are rare.
The thing is, though, even in “good” neighborhoods among “nice” people — abuse happens. People need to understand that it’s not restricted to a particular class, race, culture, or gender.
Yesterday, I saw my neighbor hit his wife. You can read about it here:
