"If we choose not to get involved...then we are as guilty as those who are the cause".

Or something like that ^^^

I heard this quote once and it made me think long and hard.

There are certain times when I would physically get involved and then there are times when I would call for help for the person in harms way. But, I would NEVER not do anything! That's just me...that's how I am made and it reflects my upbringing (my Mom was a big buttinski too...lol!).

I consider myself rather diplomatic when it comes to confrontation and so I could probably "talk down" a potentially volatile situation if I caught it at the right moment. I also consider myself a good "reader" of people and I would know instictively if I should intervene personally or call for help.

I'm not a big person and so I have learned to use brains in place of brawn to defuse many a situation.

For example...Did you know that you can calm down an out of control drunk significantly if you whisper to them? I used to tend bar and have used this tool several times to get someone to let me call them a cab and go home. Now, we could have tossed said "drunken asshole" out of the bar by the seat of his pants...but instead, I whispered my intentions of aide and the results are astonishing!

Mr. Lixy knows this "buttinski" trait about me and has, on several occasions, rolled his eyes and murmured "OMG...here she goes again". But I know he agrees that we would feel like pond scum if we had turned our back on some of the situations that I choose to get us involved in.

Even if it's just a phone call to the authorities...I know I've done something to aide my fellow man! Makes me sleep better at night!

Funny how that works, I found a cold hard stare sometimes causes reflection on the mater too. I once had a rowdy drunk causing a ruccus and just placed both hands palms down in fromt of him. leaned toward him face to face and said nothing but glared disapprovingly. He shut up and thought for a minute and just said "What?" LOL All the ladies thought I was going to bitch slap him so they hustled me to the other side of the business and tried to calm him down their way. I had to laugh when the other bartender came to get me a few minutes later and said "OK just kick his ass I don't care!" I didn't have to fortunately, he'd decided when I returned to my post he'd best leave. He almost died that night and didn't know it too. I closed the bar down for the owner that night and in having the money bag for depost as I locked up I had my gun with me. When I walked out toward my truck this guy had hung around to apologise. The scary part is, he just stepped around the corner of the building with his hand extended. If I'd been the jumpy sort he'd have had a huge hole in his somewhere and I'd probably be in deep doodoo. Luckily we sorted things out and I never had another cross word with him.

Well...duh! Everyone knows you ain't spose to stare into an attacking bear's eyes! Who wouldn't back down?

:rofl:

Well there was that 5' tall redhead with killer eyes once...... she shook her fist at me and so help me it wasn't any bigger than a tangerine! LMAO

But BigBear every bartender knows you don't mess with a redhead :rofl:

Ohhhhhhhh but Scarecrow my friend, the potential rewards are soooooooooo worth it! LOL

Fire on the mountain ...LOL