When I was about 23, my husband and I and a couple of friends, guys, were walking home one night. In the middle of San Fran about midnight. We were passing some "projects", and a girl came running out of the dark screaming, saying "they" tried to rape her. Myself and one of the guys immediately started running right over to where she indicated it had been. My husband came running up behind me and caught me before I got too far in. He just shook me, and said "what do you think you would have done if you had found them??!!" I had no idea, it was just an automatic reaction.
Another time, I ran into a smoking apartment to try to help get an old couple that lived there out, fortunately, the pros were right behind me.
I once carried a little old lady up to her second floor apartment, she had had one leg amputated, and was trying to get out of a cab and get in to her building and having a lot of trouble.
Just recently a woman at the library fell on the floor in the restroom, she was in a wheelchair and didn't maneuver correctly. Someone else came up to tell me what had happened. When I got to her, sure enough she was still on the floor, so I picked her up and put her in her chair. As I got started on the endeavor, I realized how heavy she really was. I didn't think I was going to make it. Sheer will let me get her in that chair. I told myself right then, that I needed to stop this kind of nonsense. I could have hurt her, not just myself. It's just in my nature to wade in
However, we must recognize and accept our limitations.
Yep, I'm workin' on it.
