Ranjay Gulati

But I'm like confused.

I'm thinking, should I call the guard?

Should I jump him?

Maybe he's bluffing.

Can I take him on?

My mother, my sister, what am I going to do?

My mother, five foot one inches tall, without hesitation, leaps out of her sofa seat, walks across the table, and slaps him across the face.

He didn't even see it coming.

And she said, how dare you come into my house and first you tried to bully me and now you threaten me with a gun?

Get out of here now.

Now, it was strategically brilliant in hindsight because it got him off guard.

Her security guard from the gate heard the commotion came running in.

This guy was so rattled, he ran out of there forgetting his checkbook behind.

I was embarrassed because I froze.

I didn't know what to do.

And by the time I'm 14, I was always feeling like, you know, I'm the boy, the man, protect my mother, you know, I had all these kind of illusions about myself.

But I was always ashamed of the story because I did nothing.

Now I asked my mom afterward, I said, mom, that was crazy.

Weren't you scared?

Did you see a gun?