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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Bold (emotionally) (08/30/07)

TITLE: No More Turning The Other Cheek!


Carol was brought up in a Christian home, where “turning the cheek” was not just following the gospel but a way of life. She had just turned 35 and had been working at a local bank, where she had found many opportunities to look the other way at rude behavior and for the most part, it had been an affective way of handling people. At least, for Carol.

That was all about to change on a cloudy September day, two days before Labor Day. The day started out normal and easy-going for Carol. Just 10 customers and they all had been cordial and in a holiday kind of mood..

It was the eleventh customer—Jake Halloway—who would prove to be different in every way…

He approached her window and in a gruff voice said, “Humph! I would like to make a withdrawal!” He was loud and negative and she could tell by his demeanor that he meant business. He continued, “I want the withdrawal of $20,000 in 20s and I don’t want to have to wait for it! Do you understand?!”

With fear rising to her throat she replied, “Yes Sir. But, I will need some identification and I will have to see my manager first before giving the money to you. It’s standard procedure, sir.”

“My name is Jake Halloway and I’ve been coming to this bank for over 20 years and I don’t want any hassles…I thought I made myself clear?!"

“Yes, Mr. Halloway. It will only take a few minutes and I’ll be right back.”

“Humph! Same old bank…” He whispered to himself.

Carol quickly made her way to Ben Olan—the bank president of Hanover City Bank—and saw that he was on the phone…Gesturing with his left hand, he conveyed to her that he would be right with her.

Carol waited. Finally he got off the phone and asked her what she needed.

“Sir, a man by the name of Jake Halloway wants to withdraw $20,000 and sir, I’ve never dealt with Jake Halloway before but I have heard his name. Sheila Johnson has mentioned him from time to time…Have you ever dealt with this man; or do know what he looks like?”

“Yes, I know Jake. Talked with him about a year ago. He was thinking of moving out of state and needed some information on real estate. Let me take care of an item and I’ll be right there.”

“Thanks. I’ll go back and look over his identification and keep him busy until you arrive.”

Before Carol arrived back at her station, she noticed that Jake had a strange look on his face—a look that chilled her to the bone.

And, he had in front of him a gun, and he was pointing the gun at her and wavubg the gun at the other five tellers behind the counter. He shouted, “Money! Everyone empty their drawers now!"

He laid a huge sack in front of Carol’s work station and she began hurriedly putting money into it. She then passed it down to the others and they began doing the same..

All the time, Jake kept waving his gun at everyone behind the work station and telling the other five customers in the bank to lie down flat on the floor. Everyone complied, for they could tell from his demeanor that he would kill in an instant.

Carol began feeling something strange; something she hadn’t felt in a long time—maybe never…Her fear was being replaced by anger and a boldness so strong that she felt almost like a lion, a powerful and strong lion!

Seconds later, one of the five on the floor, a six year old girl, began crying.

“Tell that child to shut up!” He shouted at the mother and for a split second Carol took advantage of the distraction, grabbed her heavy person that was lying underneath the counter and with great force slammed it hard into his face. The surprise hit caused him to back away, dropping the gun to the floor. It landed inches away from one of the men on the floor, who quickly picked it up and aimed the gun at Jake.

The man with gun cried at Carol, “What guts you have, lady! I guess you showed him who’s in charge!”

The last thing Carol remembered saying before landing straight and hard on the cold Bank floor was saying, “I did it! I really did it!”

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Dee Yoder 09/06/07
This is an exciting story. And well written, except for an unfortunate, and funny, (considering what it turned out to mean in the story), typo! This would certainly be an example of a woman with guts and boldness.