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2012-05-01 07:29:05 PM
At a barbecue in a friend's back yard, some kid comes running around the corner screaming with a swarm of yellow jackets (I think- those vicious little buggers that nest in the ground) after and on him. Jumped and grabbed him, started knocking them off and they swarmed me.

Tom Clancy once wrote something about his best friend, Gerald Carroll, a Navy combat search & rescue helicopter pilot who wrote some terrific books about the experience. He asked Carroll once what scared him, and Carroll said "Missions where a kid's in danger, because there's nothing you won't do in that situation." This coming from a guy who got shot down 2-3 times in Viet Nam, out of many more times when he pulled a downed pilot out of North Viet Nam in the face of heavy gunfire that should have shot him down.

I think there's a fundamental instinct in any mammal species that says that we fight to the death to protect the young, no matter what. Gulogulo had it right- I didn't stop to think, I just did. I don't know if that's brave or dumb.
 
2012-05-01 07:38:59 PM
Great Idea!!! Ask the people of FARK, of all places, to speak of their bravery! Can't wait to see all the responses from the largest group of 5th graders in the world!!!!

If they were honest, they would speak of the time they first ventured out of their moms basement, only to rush back in four minutes later.
 
2012-05-01 07:42:31 PM
Barefoot and empty handed, stopped, ran down, and held a guy who had just stabbed his wife several times.

Saw her at the trial. She was dying from HIV/AIDS, Thanked me for giving her the opportunity to die with her family at her side instead of in the parking lot of a Motel 6.
 
2012-05-01 07:42:40 PM
Tough call - at the moment it's a tie between keeping everything together and standing up to my family to let my dad die in peace without having him suffer needlessly in an effort to buy more time, or when I scared off the crack dealer at the end of our block with a maglite.
 
2012-05-01 07:57:30 PM

Spongebob Plaid Pants: Chased down a car-jacker that was dragging a 6-year old boy outside the car. Kid was caught in the seat belt when Mom tried to pull him from the car. Didn't save the kid, but caught the creep. He got 2 life sentences plus 12 years.

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Ugh. I hope he is killed in jail.

Thus far, I haven't been called upon to perform many acts of bravery so about the only thing I can contribute is that my husband and I had to force-feed a Diamonback rattlensnake on a couple of occasions.

Snakie was a wildlife rehab case and the only vet who would treat him was in the hospital at the time. We kept the snake going until the vet got better.
 
2012-05-01 08:06:46 PM
I left my family when I was a kid and moved in with an uncle I never met halfway across the country. The schools sucked where I lived and it was a rough neighborhood so my mother thought I would have a better life with a family I hardly knew. It was the scariest thing I ever did in my life when I first pulled up to the house at 7 or 8 o'clock at night. I played it nonchalant because I didn't want anyone to know how scared I was, and I remember turning back to the cab drive and yelling "Yo homes, smell ya later!" I put my hat on sideways, loosened up my neck and knocked on the door, And at that point I knew I was home as the prince of bell-air.
 
2012-05-01 08:13:36 PM
Messed with Texas
 
2012-05-01 08:16:00 PM
Turned my best friend into the cops after I discovered that he's a filthy pedo. Dude is at least 6" taller than me and has easily 75lbs on me. Then had to pretend everything was "normal" for over a week while warrants were obtained, etc. He ended up getting 5 years less time served.
 
2012-05-01 08:19:01 PM
I worked for years to get teaching experience, publish articles, and earn a Ph.D., and finally landed a job as a tenure-track professor. Once I had the job, I realized that my field was pointless and corrupt. After months of anguish, I quit the profession. Haven't set foot in a classroom since.

/White people problems, right?
//I've also had surgery 17 times, but I don't think that's especially brave.
 
2012-05-01 08:33:37 PM

GORDON: My answer used to be, "Signed my Marine Corps enlistment papers," but I never knew real fear until after my child was born.


lol, what a joke. I hope you are not "protecting" our country anymore.
 
2012-05-01 08:55:21 PM
Told a grieving, potentially violent family that it was time to stop cpr on their 3 month old.
 
2012-05-01 08:57:59 PM
I once saved a couple of girls from a pack of wild dogs.

/totally serious
 
2012-05-01 09:05:26 PM
I ran into a burning trailer in Iraq that had been hit by an enemy mortar, it was next to our mortar dump and there was a chance of them all going kaboom at just about any moment. To make it even more interesting the fire was causing the M4s of the guys who were trapped inside to "cook off" and shoot at random and the enemy mortars were still coming in.

A bunch of us took multiple trips get all the guys out, one dead, one paralyzed, one blind, others burned and hit with shrapnel and we were lucky enough to not lose anyone in the rescue attempt.

After that I went back into the open to get an azimuth on the incoming mortars, I got it an a few minutes a couple of Apaches took them out so we could do a medevac, a platoon had commandeered an Iraqi vehicle to transport the wounded to the medevac site and there was a moment of wartime insanity as they careened in with this bright blue Bongo truck (van with a truck bed), as the Bongo truck skidded to a stop and started backing up the most horrendous off key version of Jingle Bells started screeching from the thing, they often have music that plays when you back up instead of the beeping we have here in the states. The cheerful off key christmas music made everything seem like a nightmare for a moment, black smoke and screaming wounded and far off explosions and Jingle All the Way motherfarker. Pretty kafkaesque.

I have a bunch of other stories like this but mostly not for public consumption for one reason or another.

All you army guys out there will enjoy the fact that while I was put in for a bronze star with a v device for helping get those guys out while under fire it was downgraded to an arcom because I was only a specialist... That happened to me several times more or less but this one I took personally a little bit.

On a slightly less macho note, a year or so after getting out of the military several deployments later I was moving into my first house as a civilian, carrying my 8 month old daughter in my arms down the stairs to the basement so I could ask my wife something.

I slipped and fell, I had a moment of clarity where I intentionally chose to land on both elbows on the concrete floor 5 steps down from where I fell in order to be able to keep her head from hitting, to this day I can't believe I didn't break both my arms. Parenthood can do some strange things to your brain chemistry.

I've done some other stuff, stopped a girl from getting choked out by her boyfriend in a parking lot, etc.

I wouldn't call myself brave exactly though, I'm just able to make myself do anything I need to no matter how scared I am, or at least I've been able to so far, it got a lot harder after I was married which is one of the reasons I got out. When I was still jumping out of planes and getting shot at for a living I described it as "flipping the farkit switch". Some people can do it and some people are wired to be bystanders and victims.
 
2012-05-01 09:06:27 PM

frankencj: Lafcadio: Admitted to myself that my wife would die if I didn't get her to the hospital ASAP.

/she lived.

Mine didn't


ditto
 
2012-05-01 09:13:37 PM
Ate the whooooole thing.
 
2012-05-01 09:14:40 PM
Went into a neighbor's smoke-filled house like an idiot. Stayed close to the door, and couldn't see the wheelchair-bound woman a few feet away from me. Rescued her caretaker's nasty, yappy little dog instead.
 
2012-05-01 09:20:44 PM
Reported, then testfied against, my rapist. At 18. In the 1970s.
 
2012-05-01 09:20:44 PM
chains

If they were honest, they would speak of the time they first ventured out of their moms basement, only to rush back in four minutes later.

hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
 
2012-05-01 09:36:15 PM
I find it interesting that most peoples bravest moments that come to mind are heroic.

Mine tend to be felonies.
 
2012-05-01 09:38:18 PM
Katrina.
 
2012-05-01 09:46:12 PM
spent my last 400 dollars to take a 24 hour grey hound trip, with a 4 hour lay over in prince george ( statistically the most crime in canada ) continued the journey down into orange country b.c. canada. to get to my god children, which i had to track down on the side of a mountain because there meth-ed out father was fleeing on police warrents. stared said junkie down (he was also a black belt in karate or some such thing) and after assessing the situation (starving kids, fish guts in camp, there mother lost 20 pounds easy cause they where living off of cup cakes, wherent disinfecting there drinking water etc etc etc.) and convincing the drug addict i was faster with a machette then he was with his hands and did what i had to do to save the kids. (nothing im proud of because the system really sucks when it comes to taking care of kids, suffice to say police where involved.)

all in all, id say thats the bravest thing ive ever done.
 
2012-05-01 09:51:44 PM
Drove through Cisero IL with a Jordan bulls jersey on.
 
2012-05-01 09:57:43 PM

I was 14-years -old. I had climbed 40 feet up into a tree when I saw a car rolling slowly towards a lake. There were kids playing in the waters edge. I jumped straight down out of the tree and ran towards the car. I grabbed the front bumper and braced for all I was worth. The car stopped just short of the kids and my brother ran in and set the parking brake. Then it was me who needed help. I was driven up to my knees into the sandy lake shore. The editor of the local paper was on the lake and saw everything. I was called a hero but it didn't sound right to me. My neighbor's son had just come home from a P.O.W. camp in Viet Nam, so I knew what a hero really was.

Maybe that's when it started. I can't walk anymore unless I use crutches or a walker. 50 is too damned young for that.

 
2012-05-01 10:07:45 PM

bullsballs: held my mother and told her how much I loved her as she died from cancer...
held my dobie and told her I loved her very much as she was put to sleep...
held my father in law's hand as he died from heart failure...
damn, I'm getting old, hope someone does the same for me...


Remind me to never hold your hand. That shiat's fatal. (I keed, I keed. I can't imagine the kind of strength you must have.)

Lessee. Bravest thing I ever did was save a kid from drowning at the indoor pool where I was a lifeguard. It was right before my shift, so I was still wearing my street clothes: jeans, hiking boots and a heavy wool sweater.

The kid snuck into the deep end to play with his friends even though he was a beginner, and of course started struggling after only a minute.

I saw him when the lifeguard on-duty was at the other end of the pool, so I jumped in, boots and all, and swam out to the kid. He was 10 or 11, and I'm a small woman, so he was just about as big as I was. He kept on flailing around and I couldn't keep a decent hold on him to tow him back to the edge.

After a few seconds I started getting desperate and smacked him upside the head and yelled, "Hold still!" And for a wonder, that got through to him and he stopped fighting me and let me pull him back to the side of the pool. My legs hurt for a week after that from treading water in all those clothes. Meanwhile, I got written up for slapping the kid. No justice, eh?
 
2012-05-01 10:17:35 PM
Sang a song in front of the whole School in 3rd grade.
When I got home my parents made me sing it to Judge Buddy Parker and his Wife.
I was Terrified, I still cringe thinking about it.
I forgot the name of the song.
 
2012-05-01 10:18:02 PM
Told Randy Guzek off and got my life threatened by him. Later went to testify at his third death penalty trial.

Held my moms hand and talked to her for an hour while she died so she wouldn't be alone when she went. Cried like a baby.

Attacked a intruder in my home.

Did 90 in a VW van

did 187 mph in a sports car....90 in the VW was far scarier...

Chased someone who burglarized my car.

Faced down a man with a gun who threatened me.

Mugged my wanna be mugger who brought a pocket knife to the plate. lol

Thats off the top of my head. Last year or so has been quiet though, Im getting too old for that stuff.
 
2012-05-01 10:19:32 PM

chairborne: I ran into a burning trailer in Iraq that had been hit by an enemy mortar, it was next to our mortar dump and there was a chance of them all going kaboom at just about any moment. To make it even more interesting the fire was causing the M4s of the guys who were trapped inside to "cook off" and shoot at random and the enemy mortars were still coming in.

A bunch of us took multiple trips get all the guys out, one dead, one paralyzed, one blind, others burned and hit with shrapnel and we were lucky enough to not lose anyone in the rescue attempt.

After that I went back into the open to get an azimuth on the incoming mortars, I got it an a few minutes a couple of Apaches took them out so we could do a medevac, a platoon had commandeered an Iraqi vehicle to transport the wounded to the medevac site and there was a moment of wartime insanity as they careened in with this bright blue Bongo truck (van with a truck bed), as the Bongo truck skidded to a stop and started backing up the most horrendous off key version of Jingle Bells started screeching from the thing, they often have music that plays when you back up instead of the beeping we have here in the states. The cheerful off key christmas music made everything seem like a nightmare for a moment, black smoke and screaming wounded and far off explosions and Jingle All the Way motherfarker. Pretty kafkaesque.

I have a bunch of other stories like this but mostly not for public consumption for one reason or another.

All you army guys out there will enjoy the fact that while I was put in for a bronze star with a v device for helping get those guys out while under fire it was downgraded to an arcom because I was only a specialist... That happened to me several times more or less but this one I took personally a little bit.

On a slightly less macho note, a year or so after getting out of the military several deployments later I was moving into my first house as a civilian, carrying my 8 month old daughter in my arms down the stairs to the basement so I could ask my wife something.

I slipped and fell, I had a moment of clarity where I intentionally chose to land on both elbows on the concrete floor 5 steps down from where I fell in order to be able to keep her head from hitting, to this day I can't believe I didn't break both my arms. Parenthood can do some strange things to your brain chemistry.

I've done some other stuff, stopped a girl from getting choked out by her boyfriend in a parking lot, etc.

I wouldn't call myself brave exactly though, I'm just able to make myself do anything I need to no matter how scared I am, or at least I've been able to so far, it got a lot harder after I was married which is one of the reasons I got out. When I was still jumping out of planes and getting shot at for a living I described it as "flipping the farkit switch". Some people can do it and some people are wired to be bystanders and victims.


I know what you mean with the baby-carrying thing. Exact same thing happened to me, except I deliberately landed on my ass to keep her from getting hurt. Had a black bruise the size of a dinner plate on my left cheek for a month and now have a permanent sideways dent in my derriere. Would do it again in a heartbeat.

Can't identify with the insane Army bravery though. Thank you for defending our country, good sir.
 
2012-05-01 10:31:26 PM
so after reading all of these, the people who I considered the bravest were those that reported and testified against their rapists.
I know how hard this is. I have watched tormented people live in fear for their lives, unable to report their attackers. I have felt their terror.

Your bravery to do that which so few people are ever able to do.
I salute you.
As a hope for all the victims out there. That it can be done.
Thank You.
 
2012-05-01 10:41:24 PM
As I was pulling into a parking lot, some douche with a paper bag and a handgun came running out of a jewelery store. I chased that guy four blocks and tackled his ass. I held him in an armbar while I waited for police to show up. I didn't even think about it, I just did it. After the fact, it occurred to me that he could've shot me, but it didn't even cross my mind at the time.
 
2012-05-01 10:50:01 PM

Hetfield: SonOfSpam: Never had to be brave, never faced adversity. Life's been good to me so far.

You sound white.


I can't complain, but sometimes I still do.
 
2012-05-01 10:55:05 PM
About the time I've decided that everyone here is a hopeless asshole, you go and prove me wrong.
 
2012-05-01 11:03:16 PM
Two things, I guess count as brave.

I dated nice guys and finally married one after having been seriously abused by my father as a young child. (As in, I'm pretty sure there is some child porn out there from the 80s that I was in.) I went on to have normal healthy relationships as a teen and adult despite it.

My husband and I had a second child five years after our first, two years after he'd been diagnosed with autism. We had no idea how he would handle being a big brother or if he would be safe around a baby. It turned out fantastically well, he's a great big brother to all of his little sisters, but it easily could have gone the other way. With each subsequent child after our eldest we also had to face the fast that once you have one boy with autism, the odds your second son will have it double.

/not your typical sort of bravery, but i do think it took some courage for me to do them anyhow.
 
2012-05-01 11:07:18 PM
Came up out of the audience at "Puppetry of the Penis" and did a dick trick. Have the t-shirt to prove it.
 
2012-05-01 11:10:13 PM
Ate a train, piece by piece, after derailing it -- with my penis.

/It was for charity.
 
2012-05-01 11:27:50 PM
forced myself to not pay 5 bucks for total fark
 
2012-05-01 11:29:28 PM
I once saved a woman from getting raped


by changing my mind
 
2012-05-01 11:32:38 PM
Chased an intruder out of the house that tried to touch her.
Got engaged to her.
married her.

/working up the courage to knock her up
//this may fall more under the foolhardy rather than brave category
 
2012-05-01 11:46:05 PM
I decided to be a dad to a ten year old little girl, last through all of the issues that she had to go through. Looks like I will be giving her away next year. Damn its getting a little dusty.
 
2012-05-01 11:51:35 PM
Joined the USMC as a 5'9", 115 lb skin and bones type of guy. And made it through my entire enlistment without getting shot at, or being put into a position where I would have to find out if I really could kill a man.
 
2012-05-01 11:56:24 PM
"The bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding, go out to meet it."
-Thucydides
 
2012-05-02 12:22:49 AM

Valandar: Joined the USMC as a 5'9", 115 lb skin and bones type of guy. And made it through my entire enlistment without getting shot at, or being put into a position where I would have to find out if I really could kill a man.


hey I did the same thing! well, 3" shorter, and 40 lbs heavier.
 
2012-05-02 12:39:32 AM
Not really much in comparison to some others here, but this is what I can think of:

Age 7: Some racist kids that were older than me decided it was "Kill Haole Day" even though school was out for the summer. I talked my way out of it. They left thinking I belonged in Kahi Mohala (mental institution).

Age 9: After church had cleared out, my parents along with their Bible study group and the pastor stuck around in the chapel. I watched my father bawling, begging on his knees for my mom to not divorce him with her sitting in the pew cold as dry ice. I came to find out later that Bob, their friend from Bible study, had wanted to get in my mom's pants and had been "helping" my mom through the hard times of marriage. I suspected his lust for my mom, but wasn't able to verify till later. To my knowledge, he never got his goal.

Age 10: My parents divorced. I asked for joint custody instead of living with just one of them. My mom tried to kidnap me with the enticement of a "surprise" in the taxi and somehow talked the taxi driver into keeping the doors locked. Sometimes at night I would put a knife to my chest ready to commit suicide, but stopped at the thought of the pain it would do to my parents even though they were being selfish.

Age 11 (school): One of the class bullies decided it was "Choke Haole Day" and started to choke me. I pulled his hands away from my neck and threw him over a row of desks into the wall. I stood my ground and got a broken nose out of it. My nose, though strait, will bleed profusely without much effort these days. BTW, it was one of those religious private schools where you had to stand up whenever an adult entered the room, ask for permission to do anything, or write sentences during recess for anything "bad" we did (not finishing my homework in my case) in an unsupervised classroom (why we were there). I went to the bathroom with my hands cupped over my nose to prevent my uniform from getting stained with blood and asked the teacher that was watching over recess if I may go to the bathroom; her face was classic when I answered her perplexed expression with a pool of blood in my hands and nose flowing. In hindsight, I should have just let my nose gush all over my clothes and been a complete mess when I got picked at the end of the day; my dad regrets not suing them after the other things that happened there.

Age 11 (home): My mom and Bob bought a new condo. At first it was just mom and I, but after a month or so my mom had a "surprise" at home. The last "surprise" she tried to give me was a betrayal of my trust so I wasn't buying another "surprise". I queried her for answers mentally prepping myself to unlock the door and bail from a moving vehicle. She informed me that I had a new roommate; I stopped thinking about risking the jump and asked more on who it was until I was informed it was Bob. She was all surprised at my admission that I didn't like Bob and thought he was "weird". I got to share a bunk-bed and bathroom with the man that accelerated my parents getting divorced. I am sure she would have divorced my dad at some point, but I would have been a bit more mature and capable of handling it.

Age 12: Since the last school was run by a narcissistic asshole that turned a blind eye to bullying, my dad tried to enroll me in another private religious school. I rode with Bob and my mom and met my dad at the school, which the property had several houses inhabited by the pastor, principle, a couple of teachers, and their respective families. I don't know what the discussion was, but my mom went ballistic on my dad and started cursing at him as loud as she could and everyone heard her. I sort of remember my parents getting into a physical tug of war with me however that may have either been my mom dragging me back into the car or a dream adding onto the incident.

Age 15: Moved to Georgia. My dad pretty much gave my mom an ultimatum that she could either move as well or he could sue for custody. I don't think she knew that I was willing to tell the judge that I'd rather live with my dad than be bunk buddies with a grown man every other week. Georgia was a culture shock. I had never been around so many black, hispanic, and white people in my entire life.

Age 18: Decided not to go to college and instead pursue IT certifications. It wasn't all that it was cracked up to be, but wasn't the complete life failure some made it out to be. I make more money than all of my friends with bachelor's degrees with the exception of one friend that has two masters, he's self-employed, and he averages 5k more gross.

Age 21: Stood up to my dad's mental abuse, walked out, and spent the night at a friend's house. I didn't lie to him on where I slept that night, but I alluded to possibly sleeping on the streets that night. Calling your friends at midnight asking for a place to crash really showed me who I could rely when things got tough.

Age 22: Stood up to my dad's mental abuse, walked out, and broke off contact for a few months. I didn't live with him at the time. For my dad, I pretty much dropped off the face of the planet. He'd call and leave sobbing messages trying to make me feel guilty. He even came to my apartment a couple of times, knocked on the door, and snooped around trying to see if I was in fact home.

Age 25: Proposed to my now wife; I was pretty damn nervous that night. She wanted kids and I kinda wanted kids. A couple of my colleagues told me that I should never get married and never have kids.

Age 26: Got married. I was glad to see that my mom was able to act like an adult around my dad at not losing her shiat.

Age 30: Got a baby girl due in two months. With a boy, I would only have to worry about one penis; with a girl, I have to worry about all the penises in the world. Wife still won't let me get a magazine fed shotgun or any gun for that matter.

/CSB
//Don't think I could act civil around Bob.
///This was more therapeutic than actually thinking I was brave through this stuff. Some may say that I had to be brave through some of that; it was character building for me by teaching me that life isn't fair, work with the cards you're dealt, ignore people that only deal in bullshiat, be kind to others, don't be a dick, know that you're no better than anyone else, and I shouldn't trust my parents with my child(ren) without supervision.
 
2012-05-02 12:57:06 AM
Stepped between a Japanese gangster looking dude chasing my group down a street and the two men I was with.

I'm a woman. I dressed him down in Japanese, on the street in front of Japanese shop owners, turned around, spun the guys I was with around and told them "walk".
 
2012-05-02 12:59:30 AM
Pulled my own ass outta the Killer Kern after falling in while tubing.
 
2012-05-02 01:02:11 AM
I've done my fair share of brave and my share of stupid things and usually they are the same act. When they aren't, they are just mostly stupid.
 
2012-05-02 01:19:56 AM
When I was 12 and my sister was 5 her and I and 2 of my friends were walking to the neighborhood store (this was out in the country, not in town). There are train tracks on the way and the lights came on so we ran to beat the train. We were half dragging half carrying sis between 2 of us when her foot came down and got wedged between one of the rails and one of the ties. Her foot was stuck fast and the train was coming I told my friends to get off the tracks while I feverishly worked to free my sister's foot. Suddenly it occurred to me to pull her foot out of the shoe and leave the shoe behind. I snatched her up and ran. We just made it safely off the tracks. After the train was gone by we pried her shoe loose (it was unscathed) and swore each other to secrecy. Our mom never knew she almost lost 2 of her 3 daughters one summer day till about 30 years later and she still yelled at us.
 
2012-05-02 02:14:52 AM
Jumped over the side of a bridge one night to get at a car that I had seen plunge into a ravine. Found the first dead guy with my bare hands, cause there was zero visibility. I was 13 years old.

Didn't do Laura even though she was gorgeous, and she was doing a fine job of massaging my wiener and nibbling on my ear. She was amazingly drunk, and I wanted her so much, but she was engaged to my best friend, and I am not good to look at, so I knew it was just the booze making her horny, so I snuck her into her house, right past her Mom's open door, put her in bed, and then went home and fapped furiously. The next day I lied to Laura, and told her that she passed out, and nothing else.

/That last one took far more courage than finding the dead guy.
//Run on sentence tends to run on.
 
2012-05-02 02:43:45 AM

Lando Lincoln: Are we talking "spur of the moment" bravery or "plenty of time to consider your actions" bravery?


I'm told that the difference is whether you're scared beforehand or scared afterwards.
 
2012-05-02 03:02:46 AM
Brave or stupid? Told her to let me go, or, Chased a man shooting at me from 6 feet away..I think walking away from her was my bravest..
 
2012-05-02 03:48:24 AM
It's a toss-up:

* - Spit on a Chuck Norris poster

* - Went to 42nd street and messed around with Slim

* - Walked around the flea market in spandex (commando) and a bright pink muscle shirt

* - Drank beer... then whiskey
 
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