Each time I post on the subject to me I find my head swimming with repeated affectations telling me to stand my ground and that I have the strength. Strength is a matter of perception and I am strong to others but to me, I am not any more stronger than a wee weakling.
When I was in high school I wasn't able to pass the presidential fitness evaluations that were mandated by the Reagan administration during the 80's.(I think Arnold Schwarzenegger was appoint the secretary of physical fitness and I remember that I weighed exactly what he did in the tenth grade!) If I recall correctly, it was supposed to be that, when it came to lifting weights and the show of "might," that a man should be able to lift around half their own body weight and the woman far less. This was an effective tool for measuring where you lie respectively but no more than that. I couldn't lift my weight and do pull ups on the bars, I believe most women aren't capable as our musculo-skeletal systems vary from that of our male counterparts. However, I was able to lift almost twice my weight in "foreign matter" in the form of squats and such! I was a goddess in my own right and despite suffering the side effects of old age and abuse and medical issues, I am still mighty by that standard. Our people have been attributed with super-human strength and though I have not met too many others in person, I find that holds true with the two Wamphyr I know. I can't tell you what it means to me now, but I can say this, as I get older and even though I am getting healthier I miss those days when I was a beast! A sexy beast, that could pick up a grown man by the time she was twenty years old and throw him through a plate glass window for whatever offense the dumb-ass had incurred.
Every myth has its reasons and ours is simply that we are capable of pushing through to the points unreachable by humans past the pain thresholds. Yeah my arms ached like a bitch but how many women are there that you know that can lift the rear end of a '77 Mustang six inches off the ground by herself and feel her tendons ripping and elongating severely and her bones snap, and keep lifting? My poor girlfriend Linda was freaked out as she sat in the driver's seat trying to gun the engine while I lifted the rear tires out of the sandy lot that was her yard. When the car finally leaped forward my knees buckled and I went down like a sack of turds with a rock in it thrown into a pond! In the next yard over there were four burly-big dudes in lawn chairs pouring beer on a fire and shooting the breeze together. I ain't ever seen four fat men move their asses as those had. They had guilty consciouses as they sat and watched and even mocked us for our endeavors and not one believed I could do it! But when I went down I had their respect and when they tried to lift the tail end of that steel "boat" they were scared! They immediately went form respect to admiration and even idolization for the young woman on the ground silently and calmly bading them to keep their distance for she was afraid of hurting them.
I wasn't wanting to hurt anyone. It is also a side effect and one attributed with most animals, even some of the human kind. I don't like people near me when I am hurting or protecting my interest, my kin. In this case hurting, and I knew I would have to put my knee back together and pull myself up, but it was more important to me to do it gracefully and with dignity for I too had a guilty conscious, pride. One had gotten bold enough to come over and grab my arm to lift me and the words that came out of my mouth would bring Charles Manson to tears in the validity of their promise of mirth. "Back up and remove your hand or I will get up broken knee or not and rip it off at the shoulder and beat you with it while you still bleed until either you crawl away or fall in a crumple to the ground like the 'pile' you are!" I was calm when I said it and you could see him look at his other three buds trying to lift the car and look back at all 224lbs of sexy blonde ambition and back at the car and his straining friends. Slowly the wise fool backed away and I didn't get up until they had rocked the car in and out of the sand. Linda was silent and on her stomach operating the brakes, she had no driver's license, and the gas at my command as I drove to the hospital some ten miles away with two broken knees and two sprained ankles. Once there my treatment was less than ideal as I had no insurance and was given x-rays and sent home on crutches and told to follow up with orthopaedic.(they do this so you will have to eventually owe someone something as no ortho will touch you without payment in advance-so I just went about my days on crutches until I didn't need them and moved on a little less than I was, and a lot wiser for my efforts on all subjects)
Strength is perception, yes, but it builds character and wisdom too as I know not to "do" things just because I can~keep safe and love one another and don't sit back and watch her fall to the ground, pick your neighbor up before they need to be! ~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves!
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