I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback!
Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date the year before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate…
So here it is!
Previously published on May 22nd of 2017, here’s a dare I got from one of my favorite bloggers. I hope you’ll enjoy this (again). And I do hope that all of you are safe, where ever you are, in the world!
That’s what she said!
Who did that? you might ask… The Bag Lady, of course!
To make a not so long, but possibly long if I tell it, story short… It was The Bag Lady’s grand son’s birthday, and he is a firefighter. And she ended her post wishing us a great week, and asking that we’d go and hug a firefighter! I innocently mentionned the firestation only about 3 minutes of walk away from my apartment, saying how I could go there and get a fireman hug! And she did it. She said the three forbidden words…
Ooooooooh. Daring me, uh?
I love being dared. Being dared is a passport for doing silly things I wouldn’t do otherwise. I am incredibly shy, you see? And being dared gives me someone else to blame for my peculiar behaviors…
“That’s crazy? Well, yes, I agree, but it’s not my fault… I’ve been dared to do it!”
And the weirder the challenge, the better it feels. It is a little like jumping off an airplane (I can make the comparison… I did jump off a plane, once!) Your brain says “No! No! Let’s not do this just now! Sit down a minute, we’ll talk about it!” but you just tell it to shut the dang up, and you go ahead…
Doing something that scares me, or that makes me uncomfortable makes me feel very alive! It gives a boost of I don’t know what hormone or whatever my brain produces to help me pull through the stressing moment, and I walk away with a “wow” feeling that is difficult to describe. I needed that feeling tonight.
Sometimes I dare my own self, but it is never as much fun as an outside “you’re not game” challenge. So, I thought about it while at work, and both the excitment and the fear of making a total fool of myself built up.
When I left the office, I was decided. I repeated my speach on my way, turned left instead of right (leading to my home) and I walked to the fire station.
When I got there, the garage doors were open, and three firemen were taking a break outside the station.
“Stooooop!” said my brain. “Stoooop now, crazy girl!!”
But I walked straight to them. There was no turning back.
I explained the situation. Exactly as it was. Told the truth, all the truth and nothing but the truth. There was giggling… The Captain even called out for interested firemen to show up downstairs on the interphone. I bet there was never a call for a “fireman hug” out loud in that station before!
After a few minutes, most men chickened out (or just didn’t want to hug me… hard to say, but they are firefighters, so I’d go for the second choice!), but one was nice enough to take place in front of one of the trucks, and let me hug him in front of the camera!
I thanked the gentlemen profusely, and left with my adrenaline rush, trotting back home.
The biggest challenge is yet to come. In a year and a half, I never agreed to have my picture shown in the Cove. It is in part because I am shy, and in part because I liked keeping the mystery about who Cyranny was. But I know that this challenge will not be complete if I don’t post the picture, and I wouldn’t dare blurring my face, when this nice man agreed to pose for you.
So…. Sorry, fellow bloggers. I didn’t want to hurt your lovely eyes, but it is necessary.
That is what I call… Mission completed!
Amber from the Life in perspective blog took over the challenge, and hugged a first aid guy, during baseball night in her hometown 🙂 Two thumbs up for spreading the free hugs around!
If you too would like to join in, just make sure you let me know when you post your free hug moment!! I’ll be glad to add you here and reblog your own post!
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