HANSEL said:Are you expecting people to come forward and say yes?
biteme said:Do you consider yourself to be more on the cowardly side or more on the bravery side?
HULKSTER said:I'm brave as a mothafucker----unless someone points a gun at my head, or has a knife to my throat. Then I become the cowardly lion, and shit myself like a baby in his Pamper's.
SofaGeorge said:
I've got a friend named Maurice. Maurice is the goofiest, lankiest bumbling bag of bones you've ever seen. He's always walking around town carrying these big sketch books of the cartoons he is working on. He wants to be a children's book artist adn his stuff is totally goofy and sweet. He's always smiling and pleasant and quiet.
Maurice is also a total bad ass motherf-ck-r... former champion kick boxer.
Once, about 12 years ago, a guy emptied a 44 at him. Maurice was just walking by the guy's house on the Venice boardwalk, and for whatever reason the guy took offense... maybe something like Maurice was walking too close to his yard. The guy was leaning out his window. They exchanged words... and BLAMO BLAMO BLAMO.
Maurice's girlfriend flipped. She ran for her life... and looked back and Maurice was running straight at the guy while he was shooting. He grabbed the guy through the window... pulled him through... and stomped the shit out of him.
I asked Maurice about it. I asked him the simple question:
"Why didn't you run?"
Maurice looked at me totally confused, like my question didn't make any sense at all, and said, "I don't run from anybody."
In Maurice's mind and world, 44 magnum bullets, dying, getting injured - none of these things meant a lot.
He'd honed a kind of control over his own courage that very few people achieve.
bwood said:some people are just not afraid to die...
for whatever reason, it means nothing to them...
bwood said:yep, sg...
and if you really think about it...
it sure does beat rotting away in some nursing home
or hospital bed...
SofaGeorge said:
I've got a friend named Maurice. Maurice is the goofiest, lankiest bumbling bag of bones you've ever seen. He's always walking around town carrying these big sketch books of the cartoons he is working on. He wants to be a children's book artist adn his stuff is totally goofy and sweet. He's always smiling and pleasant and quiet.
Maurice is also a total bad ass motherf-ck-r... former champion kick boxer.
Once, about 12 years ago, a guy emptied a 44 at him. Maurice was just walking by the guy's house on the Venice boardwalk, and for whatever reason the guy took offense... maybe something like Maurice was walking too close to his yard. The guy was leaning out his window. They exchanged words... and BLAMO BLAMO BLAMO.
Maurice's girlfriend flipped. She ran for her life... and looked back and Maurice was running straight at the guy while he was shooting. He grabbed the guy through the window... pulled him through... and stomped the shit out of him.
I asked Maurice about it. I asked him the simple question:
"Why didn't you run?"
Maurice looked at me totally confused, like my question didn't make any sense at all, and said, "I don't run from anybody."
In Maurice's mind and world, 44 magnum bullets, dying, getting injured - none of these things meant a lot.
He'd honed a kind of control over his own courage that very few people achieve.
Judah Bauer said:
You forgot the part about how after sustaining 6 .44 mags to the chest and beating the crap out of his assailant, he ran next door and saved two little kids and a littler of puppies from a burning building.![]()
SofaGeorge said:
Nope. He never got hit. That is actually a fascinating part of the story. It so scared the sh-t of of the guy with the gun to see Maurice charging at him that he couldn't shoot straight.
There is a fascinating case in the news right now in Nashville. A guy's apartment building was on fire... and his dog was trapped upstairs. He pleaded with the firedepartment to rescue hsi dog - and they said NO WAY. It was too dangerous. So - he grabbed the rescue equipment himself - smashed the window - went in over the ledge and got his dog out... barely. He got some bad burns. There is a very dramatic picture of he and his dog diving out the second story window together.
After he hit the ground the fire department had the police arrest him for interfering. It's caused a huge national protest.
My take is the truth of it is those firemen were embarrassed that the guy had courage enough to save his dog - and they didn't.
HULKSTER said:
Exellent post SGeorge! However, most people---like myself----are brave up to the point when they know that the odds of their bravery letting them live are low. You can have people who are brave when it comes to street fights, Firemen running into burning buildings to save people, etc. But when you are against very bad odds, like a gun being pointed directly at you, natural instict kicks in and says there is no way to live----so run!!! I guess bravery is mankind's free willed decision to overcome natural cowardice in the face of death. However, I think this is also referred to as insanity. If I saw someone running after a person who is shooting at them, I would have to place a LARGE BET that the person is probably insane.
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