Excuse Me Ladies. . . .

Just the ladies for this one please.      

I dare say darling,' some of yous is missin' th' point. So. . . 

This subject could get me into deep shit if I don't handle it well. But it is one that I feel is just too important, so I'm willing to risk it. I'll try to do the very best I can.

Ladies, we need this discussion! Your well-being is in your own hands!

Please understand that it is not my intent to put fear into anyone, quite the contrary.  I wish to empower us all and maybe use this forum as a deterrent for those who wish to harm.  We need get real serious. The time is now.  

How I got here. . .

  At the age of 80, my Dad was living alone when he took a swan dive out of the bathtub while taking a shower and landed on the cold tile floor. He laid there for 5 hours unable to get up before someone came to his rescue. A lady neighbor in the apartment complex "came by to check on him" thank goodness. She called me and the hospital. After his release from the hospital I stayed with my Dad in the senior living apartment complex for 4 weeks while he recovered. It was a unique situation living in a 6 story secured apartment complex full of active old people. One needed to be 65 or older to live here, however, they granted me a temporary stay to care for my father. It was during my daily trips to the laundry, store and other outings that I was able to meet and talk to some wonderful older people who were more than anxious to spill their stories on fresh ears to this 50 year old youngster within their midst. Also, seniors would gather in the commons area on my Dads floor where there was a puzzle to put together. I would sit with them and listen for hours while Dad was napping. I took copious notes of these chats.

One story from a 95 year old Nazi occupation survivor left me horrified at the brutality of her male captors. (Her story was one of the reasons why I took on the arduous task of writing How to Survive and Thrive When the Power is Out. You will find her story and others in the book. These gals are true female heroes.)

A few years previous to my Dads accident, I spent 4 years working for a not-for-profit womens' shelter. Women, (and a couple of men too.)who had suffered beatings from the ones that were supposed to love them sought respite from their sufferings at this place. Women beaten and raped had it the worse, emotionally. Physical wounds heal for the most part, that emotional trauma sometimes never goes away.

One tiny 34 year old mother of two was beaten, raped and tossed into a trash can by her live in boyfriend in a fit of drunken/ drugged rage. A saving grace was that her two small boys happened to be at her parents at the time.

The man had beaten her severely and stuffed her into that trash can outside by the garage. Not satisfied with this torment, he went back into the house to retrieve his pistol. Still in his rage, he came back to the trash can and shot it point blank several times. To his surprise, the can was empty when looked inside. She had silently climbed out, ran barefoot with everything she had, several blocks to us at the Womens' Shelter.

That is just one of the heart breaking stories from all the women and children in just one shelter. There are hundreds of stories out there that you never, ever hear about.

Then there is my own story. I was walking out to my car simply to close the windows before it rained when all of a sudden I felt myself being grabbed up by two drunks and stuffed into their car. I happened to be alone and my timing was really bad. I hadn't put my situation awareness into action that night. One of the men decided "he took a fancy to me, out here all alone, and all." Luckily one drunk had to take a piss and was standing in front of the car, while the other drunk was unzipping his pants. He had is hands busy with his zipper, so I kicked the shit out of him and ran like hell. I was lucky

High school history books won't tell you the real tragedy of the losers of battle. In the bygone eras, the bigger, the more powerful army sweeps through their target area hell bent on occupying it. Eventually, the lesser army is defeated and their women are subjected to brutal beatings and rape by the victors. It further humiliated and disparages the losers. 

Recently, a story came out in the news where a top Imam told Muslims to breed Europeans to conquer their countries . "Put your children in the wombs of the European women." Their weapon of choice in this new and current war is a penis. This tactic isn't really new, it's been repeated over and over throughout history by occupiers of cities, villages, tents and even castles. The seeds of victory are planted! Literally. 

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3240295/Imam-tells-Muslim-migrants-breed-children-Europeans-conquer-countries-vows-trample-underfoot-Allah-willing.html">  

http://www.breitbart.com/london/2016/01/04/revealed-1000-migrants-brawl-rape-sexually-assault-steal-one-german-train-station-new-years-eve/

There IS something you can do to protect yourself and your daughters. 

I am of Scottish ancestry. We are a tough lot, stout and thick boned. As we have learned in history class Scotland had its share of battles. There was even a time when swords and knives were outlawed in Scotland because the Scottish were such fearsome and relentless fighters. But as with everything there are winners and there are losers.

My dear creative ancient sisters weren't going to go down without a fight.  Because weapons carried by the peasants was outlawed by the King of England, they risked death by hangman if caught by the authorities. She would nonetheless carry a little knife known as Sgian Dubh, pronounced scheeeeian doo.

http://www.darkknightarmoury.com/c-57-scottish-daggers.aspx

"This was a knife (Dirk) slightly larger than the Sgian Dubh and was carried in the upper sleeve of the jacket, under the left arm.  Just as with men, women would have to carry their own eating utensil, and many a Scots woman had need for a weapon. Research has shown that Scottish women, 'never' wore kilted skirts, thus no apron front on their skirts. They wore softly gathered skirts.  Therefore, let us remember, if a Scots woman carried a dagger (little knife) for eating or her own defense, it would probably be hidden in the folds of her gathered skirt. A pocket deep enough to accommodate the sheathed knife; (so as not to fall out) and well hidden from view; thus protecting her from search, a Scottish woman would try to avoid being searched at all cost."

  http://www.gaelicthemes.net/index.php/articles/3-the-history-of-sgian-dubh

For whatever your reason for not wanting to or unable to embrace a firearm this little handy knife is the perfect self defense necessity. Easily hidden but even better, it could be undetectable if the blade were ceramic. An option our Scottish sisters didn't have. Her little metal bladed knife was in use during a time of history when danger and pillaging was at its peak. When word got around that peasant women were packing Sgian Dubhs,(hidden knife) rapes became diminished considerably. 

On the market today, there are many, many small, concealable knives. Perfect for self-defense if/when the day or moment should arise. We live in precarious times. We have arrived at a time when you are on your own, the need for self defence has become paramount. Teach your daughters well.

             

Damascus steel blade. This one is similar to the one I carry. You most likely won't kill anyone with this blade but the shock of being stuck can give you precious time to flee. 

"The two most important days of your life are the day you were born and the day you find out why."                                                                                                    Mark Twain