Walking home from the grocery store i saw a woman in an alley being thrusted against the wall by a hooded figure. I looked around for a police officer but found i was the only one on this block besides a pot-bellied man asleep on a stoop. Putting my groceries down i walked towards them. “Hey, what’s going on here? I asked in a firm voice. The lady yelled “Help me! Please!” The hooded person looked at me, it was a man with blood shot eyes and a rugged gray beard. I charged at him, tackling him by the waist and bringing him the concrete. Being of 40 years old I had a little trouble rising to my feet. By the time I had gotten up he had already pulled a switchblade out of his jacket. “Wrong place wrong time buddy.” he said with a determination in his voice.