The only times I’m worried about a fight is if I’m somewhere and someone with a mental illness might start something. Like the other day on the train someone was yelling very loudly to the car in general and being aggressive to people.

I wanted to do anything but fight, but I was mentally prepping in case I had to protect my step daughter. I was so relieved when he eventually went to a different car. I was even thinking of getting off and waiting for the next train.