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The First Guy I Ever Knocked Out


I had just started a job with Home Depot. So, I was up for anything that would bring me some recognition. We had been having a lot of theft in the store and whenever I could be of assistance I was right there. The one thing that I can’t stand is a thief. One evening I got a call from my store manager. He needed some help and asked for me to give him a hand. This was the opportunity I was looking for. I handed off what I was doing to another associate and went in pursuit of my manager. On the way to catch him I passed a display of pipe wrenches, so I picked one of them up as I was not sure what I was walking into. I caught up to him outside in back of the store. He looked at me and told me to be quiet. We slowly approached the back corner of the store, to find a guy picking merchandise off the ground. His partner had been throwing products over the back fence to him and he was collecting the bounty. My adrenaline started to pump and I was ready for anything. We were recognized almost immediately. My manager told me to grab him, and that’s just what I did. I had my arms around him in a bear hug. The thief was trying to break my hold and wanted to get away. There were a lot of names being called out and finally my manager told me to take him down. So, I picked him up and slammed him on the ground. Then everything went quiet, there was no more struggling, no more cussing, hell I had to check to see if the guy was even breathing. Fortunately, he was. I really thought that I had killed this guy. I have to say that I was a bit shaken from this. When I grabbed him, I still had the pipe wrench in one of my hands. So, when I slammed him on the ground, the wrench struck him on the jaw, knocking him out cold. At one point I thought I heard him snoring. Finally, the police arrived and took charge of the situation. The guy made a full recovery and was later arrested. I think I got a pat on the back from 3 different officers that night. That was the first guy I ever knocked out.

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