This song gives me goose bumps.
That brought tears to my eyes.
Saturday, 25 May 1974 after one of my younger cousins was crying on my shoulder the night before, I hunted down someone who had been a friend. He had tried to force himself upon her.
I had brought a bat, ball and glove as we often practiced. Knocked on the door of his house. Mom answered said he was fishing by the river. I knew where. I dropped the glove and ball at the head of the path.
"Danny!"
"Steven, did I forget practice today?"
"Run."
He didn't and I broke his knee with the bat, he fell in the water, I fished him out. I did call the police and told them what I did and waited.
Hubbub later, after his parents (preacher's kid) found out why I broke their son, they prevailed on the DA not to press charges.
He still walks with a limp and avoids me when I visit back home. He was 17, my cousin was 13. 2 of her friends saw what was going on and helped her. They talked to the cops and backed her up.