Mine was when my father dislocated my mother"s shoulder and started beating her again. I was 14 and was not very big. She was screaming and I wrapped my arms around his waste and thru him across the room. He lay on the floor and just looked at me and I said, "You g.d.s.o.b. If you ever touch her again, I will kill you! He died a year later at the age of 55 from different physical ailments. But in that year, I never saw him touch her again. I think God new that we just couldn't take anymore.
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