He began pointing at the Special Forces tag on the front and pointing at me.
He had a rock, about the size of a softball and proceeded to throw it with all his mite into my windshield. He picked it up and threw it a second and third time.
There was a line of cars making a left hand turn into the hospital in front of me and cars to my right and left. I had no where to go.
He was right in front of my car.
Kenneth was yelling, “GO GO GO!!!”, but I couldn’t.
Finally, there was a path to the left and around the back of the last vehicle making the left hand turn and I took it.
I was not going to run down anybody over a windshield.
What is a seventy-four year old man, belted into a driver’s seat going to be able to do with a very fit thirty odd year old mental case with a softball sized rock?
I was not armed.
I drove to a McD’s close by and called 911 and two patrol cars responded. As soon as I gave them a brief description, one of them left to search for him.
The other officer was taking down all the information and as I was repeating the description of the man, two female McD’s employees were close by taking a smoke break. They both piped up and said, “That was Corey! He works here. He just left and he was mad. He has mental issues.”
So, I assume they know who he is.
Two thousand dollars plus in damages, including the hood,a wiper arm and the portion of the dashboard that contains the light sensor.
Not sure anything will come of this.
I haven’t left the house without a weapon since, though. I have to make that same drive at the same time, four days a week until the end of July.
1 more argument for conceal carry. I guess your lucky it was only a rock but what if he had a gun. To many people with mental health problems. ftd
I probably would have hit the gas which means someone probably would have gotten hurt. You did the right thing though. 
I hope your grandson is ok. I'm sure it was a shocking experience for him.
