what would you fist fight for?

Ladies, what would you get in a fist fight for?  I’m not sure why but last night at 3am I was awake & contemplating if there was any good reason I’d get in a fist fight?  Or even a wrestle match.  A fist fight, of course, assumes I actually know what to do with my fists.  I think I’d either a) miss or b) cringe in pain if a fist of mine made contact with someone’s face ~ after all, I don’t really like the sting of a volleyball on my bare arm.

In 6th grade, this girl named Kelli Gill punched me hard in the stomach.  I was in so much shock & pain it didn’t actually occur to me to hit her back.  All I wanted to do was focus on nursing myself back to health.  As for “fighting,” that’s all I got.

I grew up in the hood of Detroit, I saw plenty of fights.  And you know what? Everyone looked so stupid.  The look on their angry face, hair flying all over the place, blood splattering, vile language.  The whole sharade sickened me.  I pretty much vowed if I could ever avoid it I would.  Although in High School I was pretty rough on the court -always fouled out of games- and made the fighter types jump after me.  What a punk I was, I knew I’d be saved from the referee’s –or someone!

So, what would you fist fight for now in your grown up age?

Here’s my meager list:

-If someone vulnerable or a young child (including of course my sweet little boy) were be being abused/and/or taken advantage of by an ignorant teen-ager or adult.

-If for some reason my husband was down for the count and I thought I could do something (anything) to save his life.  I would also probably do this for my mother & a few choice friends and family members.

-Last but not least, if some jerk was trying to rape me.  In that case, I would not only fist fight but start trying to remove things from his body… things like tongues, ears, air and private parts.  At the end of that whole episode that man would be missing something.  I don’t what, but it wouldn’t be pretty!

Other than that, if you don’t like me & come up and punch in my eye… well, I hate to admit, but I’m probably going to just start crying & walk away.  I just don’t have it in me! 🙂  I wish I could say it was born out of some godly attribute of mine to do what Jesus said & just “turn the other cheek,” however it’s not.  Just my bonus.