Just a simple question. What is the bravest thing you have ever done?

Several things come to mind depending on my age.
Learning to swim aged eleven when at age four or five I almost drowned.
Aged about 14 and climbing up the side of 'cavedale' very foolish as I'm scared of heights.
The staggering fear when I asked the first girl out, no guesses on my age for that one.
Aged 15 and sleeping in a tent in a graveyard whilst doing the Dales Way.
M.R.I. scan not scary in the least well not after it had finished but I didn't like the waiting area.
Probably the bravest thing i've ever done is accept myself as i am. [there you are a confusing one to end with]

Depends what constitutes as brave. To some, a trip to the dentist without kicking and screaming can be classed as brave.

Probably the bravest thing, IMO is moving away to university - moving from being a complete dependant on my mother to a complete independent living with 46 other random people - and i've not given up a year later. So for me that is brave.

I've also taken my natural father to court after not seeing him for over 10 years and then, a few months later, wrote a letter officially disowning him. Long story, not one I can be arsed telling, but i'm now glad to have that part of my life behind me.

:)

There are loads but one that jumps to mind is going to the doctor and having my B*****KS felt after finding a lump. It took me months to sum up the bottle.

Another big one for me was retaliating against the school bully. He decided it was my year to suffer but after a pep talk with my aunt, i went to school and gave him some back. Not much, but just enough!.

Getting back on my bike, after narrowly escaping a head on collision into two-way rush hour traffic when my brakes went as a teenager. I had to swerve and land myself on the grass verge, all the traffic had stopped, and the boys I had been racing seconds before said 'did you see that she got straight back on her bike!'. Oh yeah, I won the race - but stupid I know.

Or was it brave 'cos I was wearing undersized shorts with rips in them, and standing to pedal uphill !!!!

removed my post as decided too personal.

Spar with the world thai boxing champion :)

I kicked his butt 8) (Yeah, right.. :| )

GU... cotton-bud, japs...

I deserved a medal

I've never really been in a dangerous (so to speak) situation that would require bravery.

I was brave when I sat on the glass floor at the top of blackpool tower. I have a fear of falling :P

Originally posted by smedley
GU... cotton-bud, japs...

I deserved a medal

What's GU stand for? If it's what I think it is.. I had one as well :thumbsup:

Originally posted by smedley
GU... cotton-bud, japs...

I deserved a medal

Thats only brave the second time you go, when you know what to expect.

I'd define bravery as doing something you don't have to do, at considerable danger to yourself to do a good deed, when you could not realistically predict the outcome.

So I don't really think I have ever done anything brave. I tend to think carefully about things, and only act when I am fairly sure of the results.

But on the other hand some people thought I was brave travelling round lots of Eastern Europe on my own for months, where hardly anyone spoke English. That sort of thing doesn't worry me though, so I guess something that is brave to one person is just everyday to another.

i don't know if this is brave but it was damned scary.

I went abseiling with a project during the school holidays and slipped on the edge of a 30 ft drop....not a good thing when you are afraid of heights and already have your right hand out of use after taking a load off skin from your fingers on the assault course.
Badly injured my ribs on the edge but I still went ahead and abseiled down...singing I will survive all the way down....albeit rather badly.

Moon

When I was about 15 I stood on the Fullwell end terracing at Roker Park for a Newcastle v Sunderland match. We won 2-1 (Newcastle)…..and in a moment of madness I cheered our winning goal (instinct) and barely got out alive.

Thinking about it, it wasn't brave, just bloody stupid.

Yeah I'd say singing badly at the top of your voice in front of an audience is braver than I would ever be!

about 5-6 years ago a had a staffy called tyson,he used to come everwhere with me and i thought the world of him,one day he did a runner,i think he must have got the sent of a bitch in season.....but i searched high and low for 4 days.....well this bloke i new came to see me he said he had been to visit his kids at his ex wifes house and had seen a dog that looked just like mine tied up in the garden next door....quick as a flash i grabs mi car keys....he says don't go on ya jacks its a gypsy family and there's loads of em........oh dear i thought........so i decided to drive up there take a quick look,if it was my dog i'd go and get a few lads and then go and get him....so off i go,i get near the house and see about 15 peiople sat in the garden (it was summer and red hot) and there's my dog tied to a pole......all my plans went out of the window.....i cleard the fence and says thats my ****in dog (i knew being polite wouldn't work with gypsy's so i needed to show a front,btw i was ****ting it) the dog went berserk i yanked the pole out of the ground picked him up by the scruff of the neck and his back end and turned to walk away,this big fat women shouts bring that ****in dog back here..i quickly got him in the car and locked the door......i went back to the gypsy bloke and produced a photo of me and the dog....can't remember what i was saying to him but he told me to calm down..he said he had paid 100 quid for the dog and if i gave him the £100 that would be the end of the matter.....**** that i said my dog was stolen (it wasn't like) so who ever you bought him from is a theif so i suggest you take it up with the ploice.......i walked off got in the car and drove away......i stopped about a mile away took out a cigarrete (i never smoke during the day unless i'm boozin) and just sat there not beliveing what i'd just done....

It is amazing what adrenalin can make you capable of, then, once it wears of your left think "what the f**k just happened ?"

I got out of Barnsley! Maybe not the bravest thing but the most necessary! :D
Moving down to London was a bit scary but i did that too!

Originally posted by kirky
about 5-6 years ago a had a staffy called tyson,he used to come everwhere with me and i thought the world of him,one day he did a runner,i think he must have got the sent of a bitch in season.....but i searched high and low for 4 days.....well this bloke i new came to see me he said he had been to visit his kids at his ex wifes house and had seen a dog that looked just like mine tied up in the garden next door....quick as a flash i grabs mi car keys....he says don't go on ya jacks its a gypsy family and there's loads of em........oh dear i thought........so i decided to drive up there take a quick look,if it was my dog i'd go and get a few lads and then go and get him....so off i go,i get near the house and see about 15 peiople sat in the garden (it was summer and red hot) and there's my dog tied to a pole......all my plans went out of the window.....i cleard the fence and says thats my ****in dog (i knew being polite wouldn't work with gypsy's so i needed to show a front,btw i was ****ting it) the dog went berserk i yanked the pole out of the ground picked him up by the scruff of the neck and his back end and turned to walk away,this big fat women shouts bring that ****in dog back here..i quickly got him in the car and locked the door......i went back to the gypsy bloke and produced a photo of me and the dog....can't remember what i was saying to him but he told me to calm down..he said he had paid 100 quid for the dog and if i gave him the £100 that would be the end of the matter.....**** that i said my dog was stolen (it wasn't like) so who ever you bought him from is a theif so i suggest you take it up with the ploice.......i walked off got in the car and drove away......i stopped about a mile away took out a cigarrete (i never smoke during the day unless i'm boozin) and just sat there not beliveing what i'd just done....

very nicely done kirky! :thumbsup:

Originally posted by ianmitchell
very nicely done kirky! :thumbsup:

i needed to buy some new pants that day......and i still wake up in a cold swet when i relive it in my sleep:|

i suppose there's different types of bravery and mines not along the same lines as kirky but for me it was realising i had a problem with drugs and going to get help for it. this was a few years ago it turned out to be the best thing i ever did and now all is wonderful !!!

:clap:

Originally posted by Lee1979
i suppose there's different types of bravery and mines not along the same lines as kirky but for me it was realising i had a problem with drugs and going to get help for it. this was a few years ago it turned out to be the best thing i ever did and now all is wonderful !!!

:clap:
well done mate:thumbsup: :thumbsup: ive lost a few friends to drugs over the years,fortunatley i never went down that road...ive dabbled a few times like i suppose most people have but i prefer my drug in a pint pot:)

Originally posted by nick2
It is amazing what adrenalin can make you capable of, then, once it wears of your left think "what the f**k just happened ?"

I was taking my staffie for a walk in Norfolk park with my daughter earlier this year. Some idiot woman came walking down with the biggest Bear (sorry German Shepherd) running around all over the place. She must have been 100 meters away when the 'Bear' clocked my little staffie. Down went it's head, back went it's ear's and up went it's hackle. I started screaming at the woman to get her dog on it's leash but she just ignored me. A few seconds later the Bear was attacking my staffie, and did'nt seem to mind that my daughter was in the middle of them.
I did'nt think, i just started kicking the 'bear' in the head (this got the idiot woman's attention). She finally managed to pull the 'Bear' away from us and then proceeded to start gobbing at me and blaming me for not turning in the other direction when i first saw her.
It was a good job it was a 'her'!...

Holding my mom in my arms while she died.

Originally posted by kirky
about 5-6 years ago a had a staffy called tyson..... Chuffin'eck kirky. Well done!

The bravest thing I have ever done - still doing, going into work every day in a secondary school.

Originally posted by vidster
There are loads but one that jumps to mind is going to the doctor and having my B*****KS felt after finding a lump. It took me months to sum up the bottle.

Same here, I was S**t scared but went anyway and luckily all was ok. The first time I went to give blood is another one that comes to mind, doing a charity abseil from the Bristol hotel and my first flight (to Toronto).

I consider them to be the bravest things I did, can't choose one that stands out from them.

Originally posted by tattoo
Holding my mom in my arms while she died.

Thats Bravery of its own... Something like that takes real courage... :)

Angel.


I just wanted so desparatley for my mum to leave this world as peacefully and unafraid as possible.This over rode my own feelings.Its amazing the things we can all do when we have got to.I amazed myself at the amont of inner strenth i managed to find.

Originally posted by tattoo
Angel.


I just wanted so desparatley for my mum to leave this world as peacefully and unafraid as possible.This over rode my own feelings.Its amazing the things we can all do when we have got to.I amazed myself at the amont of inner strenth i managed to find.

When my friends Dad passed away i asked her how she coped... Because if something like that ever happened to me i wouldnt be able to handle it... 6 months later my Dad passed away 28/11/95... The strength we build up in circumstances like these is amazing... My Mum was so worried about telling me and wondered how i would cope... As anything like this i go to pieces... Admittedly i did at first... I didnt even want to face my Mum... I didnt want to see her so heartbroken...

I ended up coping alot better than expected... Losing someone so close is such a hard thing to go through...

I guess looking back i was brave in my own way...

One or two things I guess...

- Attempting a move to Toronto all by myself and living there for 7 months while trying to obtain a working permit

- Abseiling 100ft down the Bristol Hotel a couple of months ago

- Changing my career from graphic designer/illustrator and leaving behind 6 years of college training to retrain as a gas fitter.

Can't think of anything else right now but they'll do for the moment. :)

Gettin' married. :o

Don't regret it though, in spite of the scars; and there's a beautiful apple pie in the fridge with a big jug of cold custard. Not the George Medal perhaps but as good as :D

ANGEL.

Getting up each day ,taking a deep breath and facing whatever was to come that particular day is bravery in its self.When its something as devastating as this ,the first thing we want to do is weep,wail, scream , hide away and lick our wounds,its natural.But to get back up and force yoursef on each day is so hard when your hurting so much inside.

Dont knock yourself, you kept going, and thought about your mum at the same time.That to me is brave.

Originally posted by Pauly
One or two things I guess...

- Attempting a move to Toronto all by myself and living there for 7 months while trying to obtain a working permit

- Abseiling 100ft down the Bristol Hotel a couple of months ago


Wish I could do the first one.

Remember the second one very well, looking out the window whilst waiting on the stair well was enough to put you off:o But we did it rope burn to prove it too:thumbsup:

got stabbed in what was jolly buffer, and asked why???????

Admitted on this forum that I copy dvds. Boy was that a mistake or what? May as well have said I was Myra Hindley.

anyone thats read my reply on here about getting my dog back from the gypsys let me tell you that was nerve wracking,but ive just beat it......ive made an appointment at the dentist:( :( :( :( that took some doing:(

i caught a spider all by myself the other day, very brave - nearly passed out after like!

I have a terrible fear of heights , and so when I went on a bungee rocket in Spain two years ago, I thought I was quite brave.

Originally posted by kirky
anyone thats read my reply on here about getting my dog back from the gypsys let me tell you that was nerve wracking,but ive just beat it......ive made an appointment at the dentist:( :( :( :( that took some doing:(

DON'T DO IT!!!!!. I went to the dentist for the first time in 14 years last FEB. The stand in dentist had a look and was well impressed. He said my teeth were in great condition and that i would need '1' filling. I pointed out a chip in one of my teeth (from opening beer bottles) and he decided to grind half my tooth away, then told me come back in a week to have a filling put in. One week later i went back and there, waiting for me was a GOLD CROWN!!:mad:. While fitting it (lopsided) he decided i needed another '4' fillings?:suspect:. Now i'm walking round looking like a blinged up Jaws and two of my teeth are now sensitive to heat.
I'm never going back there!!!

Originally posted by vidster
DON'T DO IT!!!!!. I went to the dentist for the first time in 14 years last FEB. The stand in dentist had a look and was well impressed. He said my teeth were in great condition and that i would need '1' filling. I pointed out a chip in one of my teeth (from opening beer bottles) and he decided to grind half my tooth away, then told me come back in a week to have a filling put in. One week later i went back and there, waiting for me was a GOLD CROWN!!:mad:. While fitting it (lopsided) he decided i needed another '4' fillings?:suspect:. Now i'm walking round looking like a blinged up Jaws and two of my teeth are now sensitive to heat.
I'm never going back there!!!

lol you sound like my grandad. He never went to the dentist, when he finally did he had to have one pulled out in the middle of his bottom teeth.

the bravest thing i ever did was marry my mrs

Originally posted by tattoo
ANGEL.

Getting up each day ,taking a deep breath and facing whatever was to come that particular day is bravery in its self.When its something as devastating as this ,the first thing we want to do is weep,wail, scream , hide away and lick our wounds,its natural.But to get back up and force yoursef on each day is so hard when your hurting so much inside.

Dont knock yourself, you kept going, and thought about your mum at the same time.That to me is brave. its people like this that put the GREAT into GREAT BRITAIN,the inner strenghth that comes through in the deepest moments of despair..true spirit......

I find it difficult to say as what is brave for one person is routine for another.
On being told that hearing was one of the last senses to go, One of the bravest things I did was to talk to an unconscous close friend about all our hopes for the future as he lay dying knowing there would be no future.


Taking my french exam at 60.

Travelling on to Dunkirk in a full coach behind a hungover coach driver who said "No--one wants to visit tthe graves do they" cos he didn't and it was pouring wth rain.
Sitting across from me was an old man in his blazer with an Army badge on the pocket, so i said I do. The driver ignored me and carried on. So after repeating it once or twwice to no avail I went to the front of the coach took the mike and asked for a show of hands on who wanted to see the war graves.
I lost the vote, but I tried.
Hazel

Emigrating when we had very little money and two teenaged sons to support.
Breaking out of an unhappy marriage after 20 years and striking out on my own and having to face lots of disapproval.
Learning to drive at 40 years of age.
Learning to swim at 53.
But - overcoming these fears has brought me to where I am today and I wouldn't change it for quids !!

Holding back tears when my grandad was cremated, so I could look after my nan without her thinking I was weak?

Jumping outside in my boxer shorts at 4am, freezing cold, with a machete when I thought we had burglars?

Ok, so the latter of the 2 was probably stupidity, not bravery.. But most would have hid under their sheets :)

(We didn't have burglars, my dog was barking at a popped balloon outside :loopy:)

I can think of a million things, but those 2 are the ones on top of my head... I can certainly think of a couple that most people on here wouldn't have experienced, but they aren't the things I'd want to go into on a public forum.

Feel free to PM, though (over 18's, don't want to scare any kids!)

GazB

For me I think it was having a natural birth for my youngest. I am a right wimp when it comes to pain, and he got stuck on the way out (ouch). But it was worth every second.natural birth is a really wonderfull experience