I once had a buddy who got knocked out in one punch. He had been standing on the corner listening to something on his wireless headphones with his hands in his pockets when a youngster came around and threw a fist into his mouth.
This buddy was not a fragile character. He wasn't built like a brick house like your stereotypical "strong" person, but he was tall and lean with large fists and forearms himself. He had been paying attention he would've certainly been able to take the kid on in a fight easy. Then again had he been paying attention the youngster would've never thought about throwing a punch his way.
It took me several minutes to register what had happened. I had been inside the Thai restaurant, waiting for my check from the waitress, just daydreaming while looking out the large window when it happened. At first I kind of giggled because it seemed so out of the ordinary. Seemed like something that I would see on a silly
Youtube
video. But then it was a moment later when it sank in that he was probably very hurt. I went outside and tried gently shaking his head and shoulders. "Are you okay, brother?" I asked.
