Words Were Sharper Than a Knife

Karl Georg Barth - Illustrierter Katalog der Münchener Jahresausstellung von Kunstwerken Aller Nationen im königl. Glaspalaste 1890, Ausgabe vom Anfang September, München 1890 (Digitalisat der BSB)
Karl Georg Barth – Glaspalaste 1890,

I just have messaged a friend in Europe who has served in the army and is the type of man who rises up with righteous indignation when confronted with evil. There are times when men must stand up for what is right, even take up arms. Lucky for me because it is not in me to fight, or even get angry; our land would not be at peace if some men were not ready to defend freedom and truth.

That being said, I remember a time when God defended me, even when a knife was pressed to my throat.

Probably because I am tiny, words and not physical violence are my defense against anyone who threatens me. I have surprised people since I was barely two years old with my mastery of language. According to friends, my words do disarm antagonists. An attempted rape serves as a dramatic illustration of power of words, infused with truth, to protect in a real life crisis.

Of course, I am fully aware that my words alone do not and did not hold  any power; only the Presence of God can thwart a large man intent on harming a small woman. Perhaps my guardian angel had a part to play as well. I had not even  thought to thank him till this moment.

I had walked home from the university, my arms filled with books and turned to walk towards the house I shared with four other girls. I barely glanced at the pick-up truck parked right in front of our sidewalk. A tall, athletic young man poked his head from under the opened hood and called out.

“Would you mind giving me a hand? I need someone to turn the key while I attach some wires together.”

I considered dropping off my books inside and letting my friends know I was home but decided to quickly help this stranger. I climbed into the truck, and he leaned over showing me how to turn the engine over. Suddenly he was sitting on my long maxi coat with one arm restraining me and the other holding a knife to my throat. In a rough voice, he ordered,

“Lay down, now’.”

I countered,


“I don’t want anyone to see you handing over your money.”

I angled my head and looked him in the eye,

“No one will think anything. They will simply think that we are boyfriend and girlfriend.”

Something jerked in surprise in his eyes. I had upset the cat/ mouse routine but then he took control again,

“Get down or I’ll slit your throat.”

“Just take my money I have only eleven dollars. Do you want to get life imprisonment for eleven dollars?”

Again, my words startled him, so he pressed the knife against my throat,45625

“Just do it!”

I could only move my eyes, but I glanced down at the knife,

“It’s too rusty and dull. Just let me out. Your truck is perpendicular to my sidewalk. I won’t even see your license plate.”

He was at a loss for words for a moment. Then he sighed,

“I can’t take the chance. Stay put, I’ll drive into the service lane and let you out where it’s dark.”

We were at a stalemate.

“Fine’. I retorted

He backed up into the lane. Before I knew what was happening, he started to cover my eyes with thick electrical duct tape but it was only when the tape covered my mouth, my only source of defense, only then did I panic. I kicked, screamed behind the tape and managed to open the door. Then it was his turn to panic with all the racket I was making. In an angry voice, he yelled,

“Just get out you bitch.”

He pushed me out but instead of running as fast as I could, I peeled back the tape covering my mouth and pleaded,

“My books, please give me my books!”

Completely frustrated, he swiped the books out of the truck, slammed the door and took off.

I always say that only a true geek would think of books in a situation like this.

The seriousness of my situation became clear during the next week. The constable, who took my testimony, whistled as he read it,

“This is a really good statement. Good memory.”

He informed me that the well-known rapist had probably followed me for weeks without my knowledge. Police picked up my coat as evidence. Apparently they found a button in his truck as well as many items of women’s undergarments.

“Are you sure you’re not hiding what really happened?”

I lost one book, The Complete Analysis of Herman Melville’s Moby Dick and the police chuckled over my concern over a mere textbook.Then the head detective slapped me on the back as I identified my attacker from a picture line-up. He turned to his partner,

” Did you see that? I didn’t even get to put the picture down on the table. Didn’t I tell you we could count on this girl!”

As the police surrounded the rapist’s house with a warrant for his arrest, based on my statement, he shot and killed himself. Afterward the constable, who first came to our house to take my testimony, phoned me,

“I really am not suppose to do this. I just want to let you know how lucky you were. His last victim was a sixteen-year-old girl who is pregnant and in the physic ward. We have been after this young guy for a long time. His dad is wealthy, owning a slew of house all over the city with a Mistress in each one. This was one angry nineteen-year-old.”

I was haunted by my attacker’s face and post-traumatic stress for years, but I was grateful to the Holy Spirit for supplying courage and peace during the attack, as well as the words to speak.

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7 thoughts on “Words Were Sharper Than a Knife

  1. Oh, my goodness, Melanie! I’m so glad you escaped! My mom had a similar experience in college, and warded off the guy by claiming she had to pee first, then escaping out of the bathroom window I think!
    How sad he took his life…I am very glad, though, that he didn’t take yours as well.


      1. Yes, thank goodness for the other women being safe…it is very generous of you to pray for him though, as I’m sure he needs those prayers a lot. I can’t imagine the dark place he was in to do the things he did, and hope in God’s mercy that he asked forgiveness before he ended things. But again, I’m also very glad you and all the others are safe!

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  2. Thanks for sharing your REAL nightmare. That takes courage in and of itself. I love how you attribute the “courage and peace” available to you during this attack as coming from the Holy Spirit. You certainly have a great faith and it can be your best friend, just like it was back then. God bless you

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  3. Mrs. Juneau

    In your way you were very brave! God is always looking to you, giving you criterion, choice, appreciation in all situations of your life. That´s a Gift from God and a Grace!
    God bless you and your family. Thank you so much for sharing bravely your tough experience. Never be silent in any situation, just be yourself!
    Your friend from Europe.


    P.S. Blessed are those who spread Peace worldwide!

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