reminds me, last weekend in a coffee shop my friend and I saw a guy crossing the road slowly on his bike, only his cap fell off and he didn't notice. We were discussing the RAOK book at the time, so my friend legged it out of the shop and, having retrieved the hat, ran after the guy. Once over the other side of the road the guy obviously sped up a bit, but my mate carried on chasing him across the town centre until he caught him and returned his hat.
I (selfishly) sat warm in the coffee shop, but shared the moment by kindly watching my friends drink for him 🙂
I have a scar under my left eye... I have it because last year as I was driving down the road I saw two teenagers beating up on a little kid, trying to take his bike. Soooo, I slammed on my brakes and pulled the firebird over to the curb, jumped out and intervened. 🙂
Except the two teens didn't run away and we got into one hell of a fight. Well, the kid got away with his bike and I managed to knock down one of the gang. The other one caught me with a hook to my eye, and my glasses cut me bad under the eye. I kept fighting though and they soon took off.
So now I'm scarred for life. I don't care, I'd do the same thing tomorrow if it came up. Scars are not important. What I did was.