I don't really know if this is a 20 seconds of COURAGE, but it was a pretty weird split second situation, that was life or death for me. When I was four, I really loved to scooter with my dad, (he would ride a bike) and we went to the school that's near our house (thats not where I went to school, doesn't have to do with the story though) and I was afraid of crossing the street. I would never do it, unless my dad was taking me, and he wanted me to do it by myself. I kept not doing it, because it gave me a heart attack, but finally my dad was done and made me do it. So my house is across the street, with my dad there, and I'm alone, on the other side, scared, wanting him to take me back more than ever, but he wouldn't budge. So finally, I'm getting ready to do it, and there's a huge truck, like an old f-150, going, and my dad keeps telling me to cross, and then when he sees the truck, he's like "DON'T CROSS, DON'T CROSS", but since my little 4 year old brain can't keep up that fast yet, I'm crossing the street, and the f-150 doesn't see me, and it doesn't hesitate or stop for one second. Instantly, instead of staying there or trying to go back, the time that I move and pass the truck, I find out the truck hits part of my foot, or skims it, and I make it not hurt. I cried for like the next 5 days.
If I saw that guy again, I would hit him in the face, he didn't even notice or see me, or stop after that happened. :/
On August 12 2012 19:23 frontliner2 wrote: Both occured in AMsterdam.
Once a few of my friends we're in the threat of a street fight and this coked up guy grabbed a huge street tile/brick and threatend to plant it in my friends face and I tried to talk him out of it for a good 15 minutes. He seemingly walked away but turned suddenly and threw the tile (which was broken in half and sharp) in my friends face and his front teeth feel out and left a huge cut/scar in his face. Beeing so outraged we all jumped the fucker and kicked his ass and handed him over to the cops which were watching in undercover all the time.... (the irony) . This other time I was at a cool party and a black guy asked me for a sigarette to roll up some weed. I gave it to him, nice guy he was and we chatted a little. Some white punk kid (belonging to a group of 5 or so douchebags) elbowed me in the guts to piss me off. I forced him to apologize for being such a dick (I'm 6ft7 260 pds) and that seemed to be it. This group of assholes were out to hurt people. So afterwards we came out of the party and in the street I saw a friend of me argueing/trying to stop this group of douches from kicking that same black guy's ass who was already lying in fetus position from being pounded. I jumped in immediatly and called for my not so brave friend to get my friends. I fought about 5 guys, one being my size, 3 being average and 1 being small, but he had a cane. Anyway I fought them all off and I was so enraged and filled with adrenaline that I kicked all their asses. The guy as big as me kicked me in the nuts 5 times before I really started fighting and even necklocked me from behind. I was so angry at some point I confronted him. He started showing off throwing bikes at me (wasting his stamina) and I punched him in the face. The smallest guy was tackling me with his cane all the time so at one time I quickly grabbed him and held him above my head and slammed him on the floor, picked him up again by his collar and belt and slammed him inn the wall. My 2 friends rallied to me and they defended me each time I was tackled so I managed. The other 3 enemies stood no change I outsized them dramatically and my reach in fistfighting is extremely long.
Needless to say that black guy (who wasn't big at all) was VERY thankfull (and bruised and bloodied might I add), they would have killed him or at least had him kicked in the hospital.
I spent the following month or so watching over my shoulder very often when walking the streets.
People can be so fucked up.
Two of the most messed up fight I ever been in. But in these situations I simply can't sit idle.
That second story smells so much of bullshit :| sorry if its true man but the way you wrote that is just odd. "my 2 friends rallied to me and they defended me each time i was tackled" "i quickly grabbed him and held him above my head" "the other 3 enemies stood no chance"
Who talks like this O.o also lifting someone above your head while 4 other dudes are around seems pretty hard.
I will specify
I sent my friend to get 2 of my friends so they rallied after a minute or 2. The guy with the cane was 5 ft tall and weighed maybe 110 pds. I was fighting 5 dudes and adrenaline was pumping. So then I can do those things to a dude half my size and weight. Anyway I understand you don't believe it. It's true I tell you.
The only courageous moment of my life so far worth mentioning is when I asked a girl I liked out. I was totally hyped as I feel we came along really well and I totally thought she was giving me the green light. Sadly she already had a boyfriend (to my shock) though so I didn't really gain too much from that : P In retrospect I feel good about the whole event, at least I once in my life actually had the balls to do something I wanted to and next time I won't be so nervous.
I am still only 18 and my journey has only just begun.
On August 12 2012 23:04 levelping wrote: My 20 seconds of courage was when I had to break up with this girl. She was great, fun and we really clicked. The problem was that she was my sisters best friend. And she has had some really bad experiences with guys that just treated her like crap. While I really enjoyed her company (and the sex) I knew that my sister was unhappy about it and so continuing the relationship would just make my sister and this girl lose a friendship that had lasted since they were 4.
It would have been the easiest thing to just let things "take their course" and enjoy the company and sex until the whole thing blew up, screwing over the girl and my sister. So I dug deep and met up with her and just told her we could not see each other in that way anymore. I told her my reasons, and that I wanted to do the right thing . I was sad, but she really appreciated it and we are still friends today.
Its a small story, and it's ultimately about me doing the right thing. Bt well (and to all the people saying courage is selfish/merely doing the righ thing) sometimes doing the right thing really needs a bit of courage.
Your sister didn't want you dating her best friend? I don't get it. Why would she put you in a situation like that? Couldn't she trust you to treat her respectfully? I guess I'm just curious why your sister would be so upset.
Yeah she did not. She found it very uncomfortable. And to spin what you have said around, why would I put my sister in scha position? Her friendship has been longer and she is my sister so I felt the right to do was what I did... That way no one is put into positions that are uncomfortable in.
I don't know, because my sister would never do this to me. I obviously don't know your whole story but from what you have said it seems like your sister is being selfish. Would you tell your sister to break up with your best friend because you found it "uncomfortable?" I'm a bit confused.
On August 13 2012 02:31 Absurd Bunny wrote: I don't really know if this is a 20 seconds of COURAGE, but it was a pretty weird split second situation, that was life or death for me. When I was four, I really loved to scooter with my dad, (he would ride a bike) and we went to the school that's near our house (thats not where I went to school, doesn't have to do with the story though) and I was afraid of crossing the street. I would never do it, unless my dad was taking me, and he wanted me to do it by myself. I kept not doing it, because it gave me a heart attack, but finally my dad was done and made me do it. So my house is across the street, with my dad there, and I'm alone, on the other side, scared, wanting him to take me back more than ever, but he wouldn't budge. So finally, I'm getting ready to do it, and there's a huge truck, like an old f-150, going, and my dad keeps telling me to cross, and then when he sees the truck, he's like "DON'T CROSS, DON'T CROSS", but since my little 4 year old brain can't keep up that fast yet, I'm crossing the street, and the f-150 doesn't see me, and it doesn't hesitate or stop for one second. Instantly, instead of staying there or trying to go back, the time that I move and pass the truck, I find out the truck hits part of my foot, or skims it, and I make it not hurt. I cried for like the next 5 days.
If I saw that guy again, I would hit him in the face, he didn't even notice or see me, or stop after that happened. :/
Holy shit dude your dad would have felt terrible!
20 seconds of courage for me is probably when i got my first kiss cuz im terrible at reading girls so i just went for it and it worked out ^^
On August 13 2012 01:13 Psychonian wrote: I'm in 8th grade but I agree with the first post that proposing to your girlfriend is probably the craziest and at the same time best 20 seconds you will ever experience. I have been in love before and really it's a beautiful thing..my 20 seconds was when I was in love with a girl back in 6th grade and I finally told her after 6 months. Worked out for several months until the middle of 7th grade, and we're still close friends today.
There was also a time back in 4th grade when I was getting bullied all the time, all year, and in about the middle of March when the kids were bouncing a ball off my face I decided I'd finally had enough and ran over and kicked the leader's ass. Needless to say, it stopped after that.
For the record I also got in huge trouble for kicking the guy's ass but it was worth it, I had considered killing myself several times that year.
nothing past the first bold was worth reading. but the 2nd bold is where you are already wrong.
you have not been in love...ever.
Come back in 10 years and chances are you have never been in love still.
As others have stated, what is courageous for one individual may not be for another, but honestly, asking a girl out, making a move or even asking someone to marry you really isn't courageous, its something that is natural and most (if not all) will go through at some point.
Every year my family celebrates Xmas on the 24. Last year as we were sitting down for dinner the neighbor across the street ran over and said her house was on fire and that her dogs were still inside. The woman and her husband are in their 80s and they had ran out to the store for 10-15 minutes, what they didn't know at the time was that the wife didn't put the pan of bacon she had been cooking off the hot burner before they left. When they came back the left side of her house was on fire. The fire soon spread to the car port and eventually caused a massive explosion of a pickup truck as it burned. It took the fire dept at least 10 min to show up and by then the entire house was a wreck.
The front door was locked so I had to hop the fence to the back yard and go through the back door. I still remember exactly what their back yard looked like when I came around the house. They had a pool about 10 ft from the back door, I could see and hear the screen on the window melting off and flames were covering the entire side of the house. Between watching the screen melt off and knowing that both their cars were on fire, I remember thinking to myself, "I don't have much time before one of the cars explodes" I tried to find the dogs that the woman was literally about to have a heart attack over, but the house was pitch black and filled with smoke. I made it back to the front of the house just after the pick up exploded.
I've never been an animal person but I know to a lot of people their animals are as good as family. Luckily, after the fire was put out the firefighters were able to find the dogs hiding in a hole in the back yard, they got out because I left the back door open.
People talk about what they would do in a tight situation, I know now that I'm willing to walk into a burning house to try to save something's life. Neither my gf or mother were exceptionally happy about my choice that night but I still think it was worth it.
I woke up everyday at 430 just to see this girl at the gym. Sometimes i wouldnt even talk to her, other times i would. The twist to this story is she was a doctor and easily a 9 or 10 so i really didnt have a chance in hell. One morning i decided to say fuck it and ask her out to dinner. She turned me down so hard it wasn't even funny but it sure felt amazing after knowing that i asked her.
Another time my grandma called late at night saying someone was outside her house beating on the windows. She lives in the middle of nowhere where there is not a house for 2 miles or so. I grabbed my gun and drove down to her house. As soon as i got into her drive way I saw two people running off into the woods. I got outta my truck and chased them until they out ran me. They must have been young kids because they were damn fast.
On August 12 2012 08:00 Kaoriyu wrote: First time confessing straight to someone:
When I was in high school there was this croatian girl that I suddenly started to like about 2 weeks away from graduation. I have never seen her with a boy before and even her friends tell me that she has never had a boyfriend before so either she was really picky or just really shy. However it was mutually agreed between the guys in our grade that she was one of the prettiest girls in our class. [...] So long story short: we have a fun time at grad, I got accepted into a more prestigous university than the one that my crush was going to and I didnt tell her. We once meet again at a party and she asks me why I didnt go to her university in a way that she was expecting me to be there and then we just went our seperate ways.
The benefit of this was that it made me more confident towards women and everyone in highschool thought that I had balls of steel.
But you didn't get the girl. :p
I've always regretted not actually picking up on the invitation to go to grad with her friends. We didnt end up going to the same college either and it sounded like she expected me there as well haha so many things just happened and we drifted apart but this is definitely a memorable experience for both of us.
We had a bunch of Game Designers come into my uni and were doing a few conferences talking about what they do.
Me finishing my degree in Networking and Security didn't even know there were jobs in the gaming industry for our kind. However, I went up and asked one of the Game Designers if they were looking for a person with an understanding of Cisco Equipment and a general IT knowledge. I ended up scoring a job!
I never knew I would ever get the chance to work for a game industry, but been there for 2 years now.
If you are working and want a promotion or if you are looking for a job, just go in and ask because chances are they will give it to you, and if they don't then all that will happen is the person will think highly of you because you are looking for new opportunities.
On August 13 2012 01:34 Endymion wrote: my whole family moved from the US to saudi arabia because our company got a huge oil contract.. however, after we got there everyone was mad about us drinking so much water, and eventually another oil company came in and took us out... they killed my dad and threw my mom and i into the desert!! eventually we met up with some muslims in the sands of saudi arabia and they took us in and started calling me "mouse" or something like that, i got pretty offended. oh yeah then i started having lucid dreams about this hot bitch and the ocean. anyways so we chilled with these religious nuts for a while and then they told me my mom was pregnant, although she had just drunk a lot of alcohol so my little sister got reallyyyy messed up. then the muslims made me ride some giant phallic animal, and i kept telling everyone that the sleeper had awakened whenever i woke up from sleeping.. eventually we attacked the rival oil company with these giant worms and it turns out that obama was helping them so i attacked him too.. now i'm emperor, hows that 20 seconds of courage
Well, you know, you are talking about the first book of the best fiction story ever written, in a funny way. As you have such attention to detail about it, I hope you are not being sarcastic. If so, I suggest you to read the other 5 books, it is pure gold, The first book is only an adventure-heavy introduction to the whole philosophical masterpiece.
On August 12 2012 19:23 frontliner2 wrote: Both occured in AMsterdam.
Once a few of my friends we're in the threat of a street fight and this coked up guy grabbed a huge street tile/brick and threatend to plant it in my friends face and I tried to talk him out of it for a good 15 minutes. He seemingly walked away but turned suddenly and threw the tile (which was broken in half and sharp) in my friends face and his front teeth feel out and left a huge cut/scar in his face. Beeing so outraged we all jumped the fucker and kicked his ass and handed him over to the cops which were watching in undercover all the time.... (the irony) . This other time I was at a cool party and a black guy asked me for a sigarette to roll up some weed. I gave it to him, nice guy he was and we chatted a little. Some white punk kid (belonging to a group of 5 or so douchebags) elbowed me in the guts to piss me off. I forced him to apologize for being such a dick (I'm 6ft7 260 pds) and that seemed to be it. This group of assholes were out to hurt people. So afterwards we came out of the party and in the street I saw a friend of me argueing/trying to stop this group of douches from kicking that same black guy's ass who was already lying in fetus position from being pounded. I jumped in immediatly and called for my not so brave friend to get my friends. I fought about 5 guys, one being my size, 3 being average and 1 being small, but he had a cane. Anyway I fought them all off and I was so enraged and filled with adrenaline that I kicked all their asses. The guy as big as me kicked me in the nuts 5 times before I really started fighting and even necklocked me from behind. I was so angry at some point I confronted him. He started showing off throwing bikes at me (wasting his stamina) and I punched him in the face. The smallest guy was tackling me with his cane all the time so at one time I quickly grabbed him and held him above my head and slammed him on the floor, picked him up again by his collar and belt and slammed him inn the wall. My 2 friends rallied to me and they defended me each time I was tackled so I managed. The other 3 enemies stood no change I outsized them dramatically and my reach in fistfighting is extremely long.
Needless to say that black guy (who wasn't big at all) was VERY thankfull (and bruised and bloodied might I add), they would have killed him or at least had him kicked in the hospital.
I spent the following month or so watching over my shoulder very often when walking the streets.
People can be so fucked up.
Two of the most messed up fight I ever been in. But in these situations I simply can't sit idle.
Similar thing happened to me.
I lived in a small rural village in Japanese-occupied China, where this gang of Japanese punks always made trouble. Their gangleader led a Kung-Fu dojo and - sparing you boring details - we had a history.
One day, I went to his dojo to confront him. Observing the dojo, an elderly man with glasses sat next to a group of Japanese black belts who were training. The old man noticed me, we had a little chat, and I challenged every Jap in the joint. The first blackbelt stood up and threatened me, so I suggested it would be more prudent, if they all fought me at once. Not heeding me, he decided to take me on solo, which didn't avail him anything but a broken rib.
After I had taken down the second one, he commanded the rest of the dojo to surround me.
Around 25 guys circled me, so I made some noises and took off my shirt. When they charged me, I dished out some kicks, each of which cut down a blackbelt at once. Their blows didn't land home, so I felt comfortable kicking asses of 25 guys, until one of those assholes kicked me in the back.
Deciding to bring on the hurt, I took out nunchucks and from then on, each blow sent them down for good, until only their foremen remained. I made them eat paper, vowing it would be glass the next time and went home with fists of fury.
On August 12 2012 19:23 frontliner2 wrote: Both occured in AMsterdam.
Once a few of my friends we're in the threat of a street fight and this coked up guy grabbed a huge street tile/brick and threatend to plant it in my friends face and I tried to talk him out of it for a good 15 minutes. He seemingly walked away but turned suddenly and threw the tile (which was broken in half and sharp) in my friends face and his front teeth feel out and left a huge cut/scar in his face. Beeing so outraged we all jumped the fucker and kicked his ass and handed him over to the cops which were watching in undercover all the time.... (the irony) . This other time I was at a cool party and a black guy asked me for a sigarette to roll up some weed. I gave it to him, nice guy he was and we chatted a little. Some white punk kid (belonging to a group of 5 or so douchebags) elbowed me in the guts to piss me off. I forced him to apologize for being such a dick (I'm 6ft7 260 pds) and that seemed to be it. This group of assholes were out to hurt people. So afterwards we came out of the party and in the street I saw a friend of me argueing/trying to stop this group of douches from kicking that same black guy's ass who was already lying in fetus position from being pounded. I jumped in immediatly and called for my not so brave friend to get my friends. I fought about 5 guys, one being my size, 3 being average and 1 being small, but he had a cane. Anyway I fought them all off and I was so enraged and filled with adrenaline that I kicked all their asses. The guy as big as me kicked me in the nuts 5 times before I really started fighting and even necklocked me from behind. I was so angry at some point I confronted him. He started showing off throwing bikes at me (wasting his stamina) and I punched him in the face. The smallest guy was tackling me with his cane all the time so at one time I quickly grabbed him and held him above my head and slammed him on the floor, picked him up again by his collar and belt and slammed him inn the wall. My 2 friends rallied to me and they defended me each time I was tackled so I managed. The other 3 enemies stood no change I outsized them dramatically and my reach in fistfighting is extremely long.
Needless to say that black guy (who wasn't big at all) was VERY thankfull (and bruised and bloodied might I add), they would have killed him or at least had him kicked in the hospital.
I spent the following month or so watching over my shoulder very often when walking the streets.
People can be so fucked up.
Two of the most messed up fight I ever been in. But in these situations I simply can't sit idle.
Around 25 guys circled me, so I made some noises and took off my shirt.
When I was a kid and probably still about 65 pounds, we were trying to get our full grown cow into a trailer to take to the butcher but this cow had serious mental illness and was running around bucking and kicking its feet in the air. It was big, even for a beef cow. Me, my Dad and my brother and trying to guide it into the trailer and it sees me and essentially charges me.
Its running straight at me looking berserk and kicking its back legs up above its head as it ran and swinging its head up and down (like I said, mentally ill). My Dad (very strict and loud voice) yells at me to not let it past me.
I basically starting swinging my skinny little arms above my head and jumping up and down screamimg incoherently "blaaugggdeaduaalde!!!" and the cow keeps charging me berserk-like. I don't back down and I keep screaming and jumping and swinging my arms and the cow turns aside at the last moment and my dad is able to push it into the trailer and close it up. I then fell down on the grass and tried to catch my breath. I've never had that much adrenaline in my body before.
On August 12 2012 19:23 frontliner2 wrote: Both occured in AMsterdam.
Once a few of my friends we're in the threat of a street fight and this coked up guy grabbed a huge street tile/brick and threatend to plant it in my friends face and I tried to talk him out of it for a good 15 minutes. He seemingly walked away but turned suddenly and threw the tile (which was broken in half and sharp) in my friends face and his front teeth feel out and left a huge cut/scar in his face. Beeing so outraged we all jumped the fucker and kicked his ass and handed him over to the cops which were watching in undercover all the time.... (the irony) . This other time I was at a cool party and a black guy asked me for a sigarette to roll up some weed. I gave it to him, nice guy he was and we chatted a little. Some white punk kid (belonging to a group of 5 or so douchebags) elbowed me in the guts to piss me off. I forced him to apologize for being such a dick (I'm 6ft7 260 pds) and that seemed to be it. This group of assholes were out to hurt people. So afterwards we came out of the party and in the street I saw a friend of me argueing/trying to stop this group of douches from kicking that same black guy's ass who was already lying in fetus position from being pounded. I jumped in immediatly and called for my not so brave friend to get my friends. I fought about 5 guys, one being my size, 3 being average and 1 being small, but he had a cane. Anyway I fought them all off and I was so enraged and filled with adrenaline that I kicked all their asses. The guy as big as me kicked me in the nuts 5 times before I really started fighting and even necklocked me from behind. I was so angry at some point I confronted him. He started showing off throwing bikes at me (wasting his stamina) and I punched him in the face. The smallest guy was tackling me with his cane all the time so at one time I quickly grabbed him and held him above my head and slammed him on the floor, picked him up again by his collar and belt and slammed him inn the wall. My 2 friends rallied to me and they defended me each time I was tackled so I managed. The other 3 enemies stood no change I outsized them dramatically and my reach in fistfighting is extremely long.
Needless to say that black guy (who wasn't big at all) was VERY thankfull (and bruised and bloodied might I add), they would have killed him or at least had him kicked in the hospital.
I spent the following month or so watching over my shoulder very often when walking the streets.
People can be so fucked up.
Two of the most messed up fight I ever been in. But in these situations I simply can't sit idle.
Similar thing happened to me.
I lived in a small rural village in Japanese-occupied China, where this gang of Japanese punks always made trouble. Their gangleader led a Kung-Fu dojo and - sparing you boring details - we had a history.
One day, I went to his dojo to confront him. Observing the dojo, an elderly man with glasses sat next to a group of Japanese black belts who were training. The old man noticed me, we had a little chat, and I challenged every Jap in the joint. The first blackbelt stood up and threatened me, so I suggested it would be more prudent, if they all fought me at once. Not heeding me, he decided to take me on solo, which didn't avail him anything but a broken rib.
After I had taken down the second one, he commanded the rest of the dojo to surround me.
Around 25 guys circled me, so I made some noises and took off my shirt. When they charged me, I dished out some kicks, each of which cut down a blackbelt at once. Their blows didn't land home, so I felt comfortable kicking asses of 25 guys, until one of those assholes kicked me in the back.
Deciding to bring on the hurt, I took out nunchucks and from then on, each blow sent them down for good, until only their foremen remained. I made them eat paper, vowing it would be glass the next time and went home with fists of fury.
I feel like you're trolling me 1vs25 = impossible, no matter how strong/trained you are.
On August 11 2012 14:15 xrapture wrote: Courage = committing an action with selfish motives-- same as every other action.
you've been reading that ayn rand again haven't you
tsk
If he has been, he misunderstands. He is suggesting that every action is selfish. This is contrary to Objectivism. Objectivism holds that selfishness requires a specific course of action, guided by a process of reason for the prupose of your long term survival and happiness. It is very difficult to be selfish and when someone decides to act on any whim, they are destroying themselves and being the opposite of selfish. For a more detailed explanation, read the essay "Isn't Everyone Selfish?" in Ayn Rand's The Virtue of Selfishness.
On August 12 2012 19:23 frontliner2 wrote: Both occured in AMsterdam.
Once a few of my friends we're in the threat of a street fight and this coked up guy grabbed a huge street tile/brick and threatend to plant it in my friends face and I tried to talk him out of it for a good 15 minutes. He seemingly walked away but turned suddenly and threw the tile (which was broken in half and sharp) in my friends face and his front teeth feel out and left a huge cut/scar in his face. Beeing so outraged we all jumped the fucker and kicked his ass and handed him over to the cops which were watching in undercover all the time.... (the irony) . This other time I was at a cool party and a black guy asked me for a sigarette to roll up some weed. I gave it to him, nice guy he was and we chatted a little. Some white punk kid (belonging to a group of 5 or so douchebags) elbowed me in the guts to piss me off. I forced him to apologize for being such a dick (I'm 6ft7 260 pds) and that seemed to be it. This group of assholes were out to hurt people. So afterwards we came out of the party and in the street I saw a friend of me argueing/trying to stop this group of douches from kicking that same black guy's ass who was already lying in fetus position from being pounded. I jumped in immediatly and called for my not so brave friend to get my friends. I fought about 5 guys, one being my size, 3 being average and 1 being small, but he had a cane. Anyway I fought them all off and I was so enraged and filled with adrenaline that I kicked all their asses. The guy as big as me kicked me in the nuts 5 times before I really started fighting and even necklocked me from behind. I was so angry at some point I confronted him. He started showing off throwing bikes at me (wasting his stamina) and I punched him in the face. The smallest guy was tackling me with his cane all the time so at one time I quickly grabbed him and held him above my head and slammed him on the floor, picked him up again by his collar and belt and slammed him inn the wall. My 2 friends rallied to me and they defended me each time I was tackled so I managed. The other 3 enemies stood no change I outsized them dramatically and my reach in fistfighting is extremely long.
Needless to say that black guy (who wasn't big at all) was VERY thankfull (and bruised and bloodied might I add), they would have killed him or at least had him kicked in the hospital.
I spent the following month or so watching over my shoulder very often when walking the streets.
People can be so fucked up.
Two of the most messed up fight I ever been in. But in these situations I simply can't sit idle.
Similar thing happened to me.
I lived in a small rural village in Japanese-occupied China, where this gang of Japanese punks always made trouble. Their gangleader led a Kung-Fu dojo and - sparing you boring details - we had a history.
One day, I went to his dojo to confront him. Observing the dojo, an elderly man with glasses sat next to a group of Japanese black belts who were training. The old man noticed me, we had a little chat, and I challenged every Jap in the joint. The first blackbelt stood up and threatened me, so I suggested it would be more prudent, if they all fought me at once. Not heeding me, he decided to take me on solo, which didn't avail him anything but a broken rib.
After I had taken down the second one, he commanded the rest of the dojo to surround me.
Around 25 guys circled me, so I made some noises and took off my shirt. When they charged me, I dished out some kicks, each of which cut down a blackbelt at once. Their blows didn't land home, so I felt comfortable kicking asses of 25 guys, until one of those assholes kicked me in the back.
Deciding to bring on the hurt, I took out nunchucks and from then on, each blow sent them down for good, until only their foremen remained. I made them eat paper, vowing it would be glass the next time and went home with fists of fury.
I feel like you're trolling me 1vs25 = impossible, no matter how strong/trained you are.
No shit, Sherlock.
This thread is called "your 20 seconds of bravery", not "describe something you've seen in a Bud Spencer movie from a first person perspective."
EPT
1vs25 = impossible, no matter how strong/trained you are.
