We're getting ready to kick off an extremely exciting week here at Defending Big D. While continuing our countdown of the greatest players in franchise history, we're also going to start looking ahead at the upcoming season with player profiles, position breakdowns and the top storylines heading into training camp. We're also going to have some special guests take part in an incredible roundtable discussion on the changing landscape of sports journalism.
In the meantime, I thought I would share some personal thoughts. I've spent the majority of this weekend away from the computer and the internet (something I need to do from time to time) and I used a lot of the time for reflection and inner musings on the world around us. What really stuck in my mind this weekend was how emotional I get when I see the power of the kindness of strangers, thoughts which came about after seeing small but incredible generous gestures between people while I was out and about.
Some background on myself: For those of you who did not know, I am currently serving active duty in the U.S. Navy. I spent a little over five years on a fast attack submarine, and it became second nature to see over a hundred men routinely pull together to accomplish a task in the quickest and most efficient way possible. It never mattered what that job might be, it got done. The same effort went into cleaning an engine room as it did combating a fire, loading missiles or fighting to save a shipmate's life who had fallen overboard in bad seas. After five years, I became used to this mentality.
Yet for some reason I become emotional when I see this same effort exerted among a group of perfect strangers, who will do whatever it takes to save the life of a fellow human being. There are countless stories of how hundreds of people banded together to save just one person, usually endangering the rescuers themselves. You see this with mountain rescues, people trapped in ice, families stranded in a flash flood. Sometimes the rescuers are trained, sometimes they're just regular people who can't stand idly by and not help. With the internet we now have the chance to see these incredible feats of humanity almost instantly, and every time I still find myself incredibly moved. I don't know why I get emotional like I do seeing these rescues and acts of selfless heroism, but I do. I guess that's not a bad thing.
I bring this all up now because I watched a video this weekend of a rescue that affected me like no other. It wasn't the most fantastic, jaw-dropping rescue ever caught on tape, but I think it is the first to really show the panic and adrenaline that goes into saving another life. Perhaps it affected me like it did because there were children involved, or that the rescuers themselves were injured in the process. I won't give anything else away; just watch the video: