I was a child at the breakfast table the first time I rescued anyone. I was eating my oatmeal as my dad recounted the dream he had the night before: He spoke of being trapped in a cave by a tiger, and of how I rescued him. My eyes were wide as I listened. I rescued him? On the one hand, it was a scary thought: I was only a small child. On the other hand, I was very proud and happy to have done it. Perhaps that moment planted the seeds of my “protector” personality.
I’ve had a recurring dream these many years since then, though not recently. The setting and the specific threat changes from dream to dream, but I am always with or near a group of strangers and there is always danger. And in every scenario it is up to me to calm, disarm, and/or outsmart a madman.
So far we’ve all come out alive.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Daring Do.”
Light & life 
“Madman?”…did someone call?
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You are both amusing and terrifying a.g.
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Dreams are funny things!
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This recurring dream is very telling and all the while you have been and are being equipped. You are a mighty Spiritual warrior still in the making.
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Thanks a.g. When I was younger I would have found the words, “You are a mighty Spiritual warrior still in the making” an exciting and welcome honor. But now I am old enough, wise enough and aware of my limitations enough to find them n/a. On the other hand, God is not limited and if He can use a donkey, He can use any one of us, no matter how limited we are. In fact, it’s probably an awareness of our limits that makes us finally useful. I’m thinking Moses.
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You are awesome!
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Of course you can take a madman!
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🙂
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Good “thinking!”
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