“[It was a late, and very cool summer night. I had laid my glasses on the desk, and hung my coat on the chair near the desk. I was to go outside for my nightly cigarette, before going to bed, before calling it a day. (To note, I cannot see well without my corrective lenses) I was outside, as usual (I have exceptional hearing, that surpasses the norm) I heard shrieks, crying, drunken laughter, vehicles driving in a quick manner, etcetera., (which is evidentiary; testament to my exceptional capacity for quietude and observation, making me idealistic for further studying in psychology).  

 

I was lighting my cigarette, and heard a younger sounding girl crying, loudly, desperately. I could not see, although street lights lit the nearby sidewalk brightly, the light does not exceed beyond such a point, such as the precipice being the street. I walked in relative darkness, how cold – I was guided by her cries, how despairing. I am nearing closer to the sounds in which I am hearing, I can see them, however slightly so; they are across the street at an elderly care center, in the grass near the parking lot. It’s nearly pitch black there, I approach them, boldly, fearfully so, and my presence darkening over the disturbed and assumed dating couple, a man and a woman are in visual sight. I approach, ever closer, the man is sitting down in the grass, and the woman is standing over him, screaming, crying desperately, attacking him with weakened blows to the face by means of her clenched fist.

 

I approach them now, I am here, hastened, readily to defend the girl from any assumed danger. The man stand himself up, and stares curiously at me, wondrous, ponderous of my intent. We meet only inches from one another, I ask him what’s going on, as I blow smoke from my nearly consumed cigarette; he retorts, and says to me, “I’ve already had one punk ass bitch blow smoke in my face, I nearly killed him; do you want some too?” I laughed with arrogance, with adrenaline filled rage I reply to him “I welcome it, but behold, I am not like the others.”

 

Confused, in a state of perplexed bewilderment he stares me down, and asks for a cigarette, I kindly oblige and give him one. He, now humbled, and seemingly showing respect in his own way, his own sense, and mode thanks me, I nod in recognition. I then ask the girl “is he hurting you, would you like me to hurt him?” She replied “yes, but no, he’s being unreasonable, I cheated on him, and admitted it, but he is just so ignorant.”

 

I laughingly nodded my head once more, my countenance peaceful to her, yet fearful to her assumed boyfriend. I ask for an elaboration on what is going on, and why the discussion, how animalistic as like a fight is taking place in such a public setting. The man elaborates, as does the girl, they both speak, directly talking to me, yet I am able to follow both conversations simultaneously.  

I spent hours with the two, and for me to explain every detail, and every word would be long, repetitive and inappropriate, so I will bring about my point, and also my conclusion.

 

They are both anxious, I hear both explanations, both lasting hours in an individualized manner; they are calming as they use me as a willing outlet for their distress, for their psychological projection and frustrations. I spoke words of wisdom to the both of them, and on that night they continued to argue, to fight and spark either individual’s sense of rage thereof more as time went on.  I left after I spent four, nearing five hours there with them. Working problems out, giving advice, how deemed wise by all parties involved.

 

I left, when I had such an opportunity, and said I wish them luck in their endeavors, and politely exited myself from the tightly-knit discussion, argument. I then went to a nearby friends’ house, walked in without asking; as I spend plenty of time there, and consider the house a second home; and they welcome me.  I knock on my buddies’ bedroom door, he replies “I’m busy.” I open the door regardless, and witness him pleasuring himself to pornographic material, as I am an understanding person I say nothing about the manner, as it is genuinely human, and it is normal.

 

I asked to use his phone to call the police to report a domestic disturbance. I called, and reported the incident in progress, waited with my friend, (dressed, and cleaned up), by the front door of the house, I sat in excitement, waiting for the police to show up. They finally showed up, and arrested the male for disorderly conduct, and disturbance. I felt useless, I tried, but I felt my words were not heeded. My reasons for calling were such as that; I felt entitled to ask for help from a third party, how professional, because I failed in dealing and solving the said situation.  I went home that morning, exhausted after the whole ordeal, and upset over the way it was ended, albeit, credibly sufficient, or appropriated, and slept.

 

Weeks later, I was doing some shopping at Walmart, and as I was leaving, walking back to my vehicle, I saw them.  They didn’t recognize me at first, but I knew something good must’ve come out of that night I spent with them, as I see them together now. The man, recognizes me, and his beautiful girlfriend gives me a hug. The man quickly paces himself, and searches his grocery bags for something; franticly. He quickly withdraws from a grocery bag, a case of expensive beer. He opens the case, pulls a can out, and starts drinking one; there in the parking lot. He then asks if I would have one, (as a celebratory, or thankful measure I assumed.) I politely, kindly rejected his offering, and disregarded the notion of his gift to me.  He said he needs to repay me somehow, in some way, I had replied “seeing you two together, and having worked it out, is enough payment for me, I’m happy for the both of you”.

 

He shook my hand, and started to pack his groceries up into the car. They both stood next to one another, deeply infatuated with each other, passionately holding one another, and then they both thanked me together. They gave me their regards, and had told me if not for my help, if I had not taken time out of my night to attempt helping them, they would not be together today. They had told me I’m exceedingly wise, regarding my age; I was warmed by that, and obliged positively. They continued to thank, and praise me for my help; they were deeply and truly appreciative for my help. They then left together, happily as a couple; I assume today they’re still together.

I’m glad I was able to help them out, I am happy I acted on instinct, to help a woman in potential need, due to potential danger. I was pleased with the results, and my spirit was lifted, elevated; because of this successful project’ if you will. I now do whatever, and anything I can to help people who truly need help out, regardless of my own desires, negatively felt emotions or thoughts, and overall life.

 

I like to help when I can, and am happy to do so for free, as the gift in helping people is knowing you helped someone who needed it. I’m respected by those I help too, and that idea is enough to sustain my own accountability, my own sense of self, and how conceited I can be, I feel humbled and appreciated; wholly by people. I now know I have worth. ]”

 

 Even though, this took place before I began working towards a Bachelor's degree here at Ashford University, it must be noted, this accounted instance is a true story I had retold in my first ever Psychology course, back in my first year of Technical College, where a time later, I dropped out.  This is pertinent, because it was through my newfound fondness for the science of psychology, that drew me into further studying the sciences, reading more literature pertaining to the physical and social sciences, writing professionally for a scientific nonprofit organization's website, and pursuing profounder, more comprehensive understanding of Psychology, by joining Ashford University's leagues.  To recapitulate, I was inspired to act in a far kinder, more sensible and professional manner, than someone of my atypical disposition would, in the situation expressed above, due to my growing interest in psychology, and the newfound knowledge ascertained thereof.