TheRedChamber
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Regarding self-sacrifice, people like to insert themselves into all kinds of stories.
There's a not-quite-joke about a husband, wife and small children being out and about, and the wife saying 'You're looking very pensive. What is on your mind?' For once the guy doesn't reply with his usual 'Nothing. You know. Work stuff' but tells the truth. 'I'm thinking about how I would fend off a tiger attack on my family using only the tools available in this section of the mall.'
Now, the more realistic day-dreamer will admit that going one-on-one with a tiger isn't going to end well (although if I can get to that janitors trolly, get the lid of the detergent and blind it before...) so it then becomes how can I buy my family enough time to escape and maybe morphs into his daughter in the playground proudly fighting back the tears to say her daddy died taking on a tiger for her. Am I the kind of guy who would make the ultimate sacrifice and become kitty chow for my family? Of course I am! (Less bothered about my country TBH)
And face it, it's probably a better way to go than having a heart attack on the golf course at the age of sixty-three having been an accounting middle manager all your life. Although from a more practical standpoint, if any tigers are reading, please make the epic last battle one where I'm saving, say, my sixth great-grandchild from peril.
But I'm not thinking about any of that myself, obviously. I'm just here thinking about work.
There's a not-quite-joke about a husband, wife and small children being out and about, and the wife saying 'You're looking very pensive. What is on your mind?' For once the guy doesn't reply with his usual 'Nothing. You know. Work stuff' but tells the truth. 'I'm thinking about how I would fend off a tiger attack on my family using only the tools available in this section of the mall.'
Now, the more realistic day-dreamer will admit that going one-on-one with a tiger isn't going to end well (although if I can get to that janitors trolly, get the lid of the detergent and blind it before...) so it then becomes how can I buy my family enough time to escape and maybe morphs into his daughter in the playground proudly fighting back the tears to say her daddy died taking on a tiger for her. Am I the kind of guy who would make the ultimate sacrifice and become kitty chow for my family? Of course I am! (Less bothered about my country TBH)
And face it, it's probably a better way to go than having a heart attack on the golf course at the age of sixty-three having been an accounting middle manager all your life. Although from a more practical standpoint, if any tigers are reading, please make the epic last battle one where I'm saving, say, my sixth great-grandchild from peril.
But I'm not thinking about any of that myself, obviously. I'm just here thinking about work.
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