My Two Cents: Reality Check
I'm a natural born defender.
Ever since I was a kid, my initial reaction has always been to jump in the middle of a fight and defend "the other kid" from the bully. It seems to be instinctive.
When I look back far enough over the years I find all the evidence I need of my inability to resist getting involved to protect "the little guy".
By the time I was twelve I had developed a reputation. Mothers would seek my services; enlist me to look out for their sons, the ones who were always afraid of where and when the next bad guy might strike.
Over the years I have remained consistent. I can always be relied on to -
I remember vividly one afternoon a few years ago. Dana and I turned down a street corner and ran into a fight, already in progress. Three triple extra large men were beating the hell out of one regular man who had obviously done something that really pissed them off.
My instincts immediately kicked in and I started toward the fight, only to be stopped dead in my tracks. Dana had no intention of "going there". She shot a look at me that called into question my sanity and then she called 911.
I'm a natural born defender. My wife on the other hand, is wise.
That's my two cent's (for whatever it's worth).