I was walking on 14th Street in New York around 6:30 pm on Tuesday. Thinking about my son’s birthday part and having thoughts filled with joy about the entire celebration. Suddenly, I heard somebody spitting up, in less than a second, I felt a disgusting substance on my eye. A handle guy spat upon my eye. He kept walking like nothing happened. I was not sure whether he did on purpose or not because he just ignored his inappropriate behavior.
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He looked like a homeless, and I had various reactions and thoughts. I did curse, but he did not hear. I wanted to chase and hit him, but violence generates violence. So, I searched for cops, and I did not find any. Finally, I gave up and took the train thinking about the situation.
It was impolite, and for sure it is was unacceptable behavior. However, I was glad that was only a spit. Sadly, I thought about women’s and children that are victims of an acid attack in many countries in South-East Asia, Sub-Saharan Africa, the West Indies and the Middle East.
Most of the cases are unreported, and the victims are scared inside and outside for the rest of their lives. This issue is something that needs to be discussed intensely in a separate article, but I guess some situations happen to be analyzed further later on.
Even though the spit up was disrespectful, I was able to overcome the situation by putting myself on somebody else shoes.