Have you ever had an experience in life where you just thought to yourself, man…I’m a bada**?
I personally have not, but I’m hoping that it happens sooner than later…
There’s still time, right?
These AskReddit users had totally bada** moments.
Let’s see what they had to say.
1. Like an action movie.
“I was running through a building, down a ramp with polished cement floors, and I somehow ended up falling down on one knee.
With my high momentum I managed to slide all the way down the ramp (it was very long) and then kick myself back up into running again.
It all happened completely smoothly and it felt like an action scene.”
2. Saved the day!
“I went on a snorkeling trip off the coast of Kauai.
There was a newlywed couple there that I could tell weren’t good in the water. We’re out in the water and they’re off by themselves and I can see that the wife is crying and the husband has a panicked look on his face.
Turns out they didn’t realize that skin contracts in water and he lost his wedding ring off his finger. I scan around for a while and find it 30 feet down or so. I run down and get it and give it back to them. They were thrilled.”
3. Oh yeah!
“Chucked a piece of cardboard at a recycling bin at work, it was about 30 feet from me.
A draft caught it and took it 40 feet up and it did a double loop before slamming directly into the bin. One old lady saw and went “wooow!”
Felt like a f**king champion all day”
4. The big play.
“Little League baseball. Late 80s, early 90s.
Our coach was fantastic. All of the team played and rotated through every position.
This one game it was my turn to be second base.
There’s runners on first and second. The score is tied for the moment, but the game’s close to over and we’re getting tired. Plus it’s mid-July and it was hot.
The other team had a kid who was older than should have been on (but his dad was the coach, so…) and he had a mean swing.
He belts a line drive over the pitcher – I just start running. I snag the ball from the air a few steps into the grass towards center field, then make a u-turn and run back, tag second base (second base runner is out) and tag-out the runner who was trying to get back to first.
The adrenaline surge was enough to get us the win in the next inning.
We ended up being undefeated that season.”
5. Nice work!
“I saved my husband’s life using the Heimlich maneuver, on the first try, never having done it before.”
6. Boom!
“Start of UK lockdown my dishwasher broke down and since shops were closed, I was looking at minimum three months of doing the dishes by hand.
F**k that.
Went to YouTube, watched a bunch of videos, took the pump apart and found a piece of broken glass which was f**king it up.
Put it back together, worked perfect, f**k you entropy and washing dishes.”
7. A helping hand.
“I share mine with my dog. Did the adrenaline pumping, car lift thing.
My idiot neighbor was trying to change his own oil, and didn’t have the jack in the proper place. Whatever metal it was on, bent, and the car lowered onto him. Him which had his body positioned perfectly so the front tire would crush his dumb a**. My dog was out back and started going insane barking, so I bolted outside, wondering what could be wrong (he only barks when something’s wrong, like my kid left the yard or something).
I see my neighbor’s legs sticking out from his freaking tire, race inside screaming for my brother, then bolt back out and try to lift the car. My brother comes out and as I somehow manage to lift the car just enough, he pulls the neighbor out. I was expecting him to be dead, but he stood up, coughed a few times, and said thanks.
We called EMS to get him checked and they took him to the hospital. He had some internal injuries, but survived and recovered fully. What I remember most is flopping to my butt in the driveway, thinking, “S**t. That guy is an IDIOT!”
It was my brother that said I’m a bada**. And as the real hero, yes, doggo got all the pats and scritches and treats.”
8. Survivor.
“I got lost alone in Yellowstone, after sunset.
But I’d come prepared with a headlamp, kept my cool & found my way back to my car alive. My detour added several miles to the route, and it was & still is the most I’ve hiked in a single day, probably just under 14 miles.
I could barely move when I got back to my car. I had to just sit for about 20 minutes before I was able to drive. But I got the most amazing view of the Milky Way of my entire life along the way. Totally worth it for that alone.
Any mishap you survive becomes an adventure.”
9. Backed down.
“I was at a party and apparently some guy had a problem with me (I didn’t even know him).
I was sitting with friends and from across the room he yelled something to me, but with the music I couldn’t hear what he was saying.
So I said “What??” And he yelled it again. But again, I couldn’t hear him. So I stood up and said (more forcefully) “WHAT?!” His face dropped, he shrunk back a little, said “never mind” and sat down.
My friends laughed their a**es off. I genuinely thought this dude had a question. But I had inadvertently backed him down. My bada** moment was an accident.”
10. Take your best shot.
“Back in the day, I trained a few years in judo. A few regional tournaments convinced me that I am a fairly mediocre martial artist.
Ten years later a big, athletic guy (outweighed me by probably 80 pounds) took a swing at me outside of a bar, and I threw him with a massive shoulder throw with basically zero effort or thought. I started to lock his elbow on the ground, but realized he was mostly knocked out, so I just stood up.
I left as quickly as I could, but I saw like a dozen guys with open mouths saying things like, “Did you see that s**t?”
I pulled over to throw up on the way home.
A few years later, I related this story to a friend who works in military special operations, including the embarrassing part where I barfed. He said something that I’ve never forgotten: “That’s not a big deal man, a lot of guys get sick before every big mission. Bada** motherf**kers are guys who do bada** things. Sometimes, you are terrified, and you push through it to do bada** things anyway.”
I am in no way, shape, or form anything resembling a bada**. But I like my friend’s definition of courage. Who cares if you are the cool guy in the movies who walks away from explosions? What matters is if you pulled the girl out of the car before it blew up.
Doing what is necessary even if you are scared (especially when done for the benefit of other people), is the real definition of bada**ery.”
11. Just like Pee-Wee Herman!
“I went to a shop to buy a new bike… and I went there on my old bike.
I came back home riding my new bike and by holding the old one with one hand. Everything was going fine, until the bikes abruptly turned sideway and sent me flying over the handle bars.
I ducked forward, landed on my shoulder and in a continuous roll, I got back on my feet and did a thumbs up to appease a startled passer by.”
12. The accident.
“Watched a late 1990s Ford Explorer (I thought) over correct and roll off the interstate. The vehicle had rolled and came to a stop about 100 feet away and down a hill near the underpass.
I was in a work truck with 2 of my co-workers, followed by another work truck with 4 workers. We sprang to action like some sort of emergency team. Numerous vehicles were pulling over and 3 of my co-workers stayed behind to call 911 and prevent people from getting too close. The wrecked vehicle was 2 adults, a toddler, and an infant. The infant was completely fine and still in a carrier, so one co-worker unclipped it and took it closer to the road to be safe and await medical
. The woman was thrown from the vehicle one of my co-workers was keeping her still and watching for breathing as she was in and out of consciousness. My “task” with my other co-worker, was to attend to the man and the toddler still in the vehicle. The man was pinned by his door and the steering wheel, and was pouring blood and screaming “my baby, my baby”.
I sent the co-worker to help him after we disconnected the car battery. I pulled the toddler out of the vehicle, the little boy was completely unconscious, bleeding from his mouth, nose, and maybe eyes, and not breathing. I made sure the mouth was clear and started compressions, compressions for 5ish minutes until help arrived.
Everyone lived, I still have nightmares, but “d**n, I’m a bada**.””
A note: a little blood is a lot of blood, and an actual lot of blood is terrifying.
Have you ever had any moments like this?
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