Hey everyone. I thought I'd start a topic where the men here could share a situation in their life where they were at their personal best.

It's nice to hear positive experiences that others are having and hey, we might just learn a thing or two along the way.

I'll start. My personal best would be when my daughters recognized in me the qualities I had been trying to develop in them. I've always encouraged them to try to do what they knew was right. It made me feel incredibly proud that they saw that in me.

This is kinda tough to answer, but I'll try. I hope I make sense, so bare with me.
I always feel as if there are 2 people inside of me; the person I am and the person I want to be.
That being said, I think I am more the person I am, than the person I want to be, but sometimes the real me comes thru to the surface and it makes me feel good to think I am not the person I am and maybe more the person I want to be. Confusing I know...
One day a few years ago, I was driving thru Houston and spotted a guy in one of those badass electric wheel chairs, stuck in a rut on the side walk. I was in a company van with a deadline, haulin ass to my next job. And thought to myself, "It's hot as heck outside, that guy is fryin. I wonder how long he's been stuck. Bah, I'm going the wrong way or I would stop..." I continued to drive for a few minutes, gave it a bit more thought and hooked a U-turn.
When I got to the guy, I turned on my hazards and blocked a lane of traffic. This was on a very busy road here in Houston, so I wasn't popular. But what's amazing, as busy as it was, no one else bothered to stop. NO ONE! Well, I stopped and got out of my van, asked the guy if he needed a hand, "Yes please." was the reply. So I gave him a shove and asked how long he was stuck there. As it turns out, he had been there for 15-20 minutes. Stuck 15-20 minutes in the blazing summer sun in TX next to a busy street, incredible.
I gave him a water, and opened it for him, he had trouble with the bottle so I helped him with a drink or 3 then slowly followed him until he got to better surfacing on the sidewalk. Then I walked back to my van and went on my way. I waved and honked as I went by, he waved an awkward wave and smiled.
I never asked his condition, just if he was ok after being stuck in the sun. We never really introduced ourselves, but I think we both made friends.

I'm not always at my best, but I have my moments.

This moment really comes to mind because it was "the event" that really got me to thinking about things and started me on my quest for answers. Questions that ultimately helped put me on my path brought me here.

Redwoodbob wrote:
I always feel as if there are 2 people inside of me; the person I am and the person I want to be.

This is the first time i have seen this post. the strange thing is, is i just had a conversation with a friend where we had said this is how we feel. my best huh? let me think... this probably isnt the best but its the best that comes to mind. When i was in high school i played for a travel hockey team. At one of the tournements we went to, i believe was cleavland we were eating dinner and there was one kid who sat down first, after he sat down the rest of the team sat down at another table, leaving him all alone. with out even thinking i went and sat with him and started talking. before i realized it, the rest of the team had followed suit and we were all together. i had united the team simply by sitting in a different spot. it made me feel good.

Hey APG, I guess its just you and me on this one buddy.
You guys can't see me right now, but I'm posin, flexin and growlin at my monitor! Me and APG can handle it.... we can carry the load around here......[cool]

I forgot, (how silly of me) but a little bit of my best comes out every year at thanksgiving, I do meals on wheels b4 going to my family's celebration. Nothing grand, but as one of my friends would say, "I'd like to think I still have the best of me up my sleeve."
So Redwood, Do the two people that comprise you have any attributes?
For instance I feel That the darker side of me is a werewolf therianthrope (sp?). While the other half is human, and has a condition that I call compassion. [smile] The two together make up me.

Bob, I think this one is doomed.

I know this is for the men and their personal best. However...I have a statement about my husband and his personal best.

Now he does little things that are nice for people almost everyday. He is a manager at a remodeling contracting company. So he is always adjusting a door of some poor little old lady, or fixing up something for single mom who doesn't know how. He is a handy to guy to know. [wink]
But while on the job a couple of years ago, before he was management, he was doing some work for a woman who had hired him to work on her mothers house, and the mother took to him as do all older ladies. They just adore him. Anyway she then asked him to do something on her own house, and the mom was staying there.
ANWWAY
The mother had gone for a short walk, I can't remember where, but it had started to storm and she got confused and lost. She called the house a couple of times but my husband doesn't make it a practice to answer the phone at a clients house. So he just let the machine get it.
But they just kept calling back. Finally he answered the phone and it was the mom. She had gone to a strangers house and they let her call him. She told him she had got disoriented and couldn't find her way back to her daughters house in the rain.
So my husband stop working and got in his van and drove to the strangers house and picked her up, and gave her towel to dry herself off, from his work rags. He brought her home, safe and sound, although a little soaked...She asked him not to tell on her because her daughter gets so upset over these things.
Of course it was their little secret.
(Everyday after that while he worked there she was always trying to feed him.)Grins...
The daughter did find out because the stranger was really a neighbor on the next street over and asked about her mom and that nice young man that came and brought her home...she thanked my husband as well.
He didn't want thanks. He was just happy she was OK and that he was there. It just makes me so proud to be married to that kind of man.

cool story mamma!

I feel we all have that *personal best* inside us! AND it is always a choice to *show it* [grin]

Very cool storys! It's really great to see others doing good things simply because it's the right thing to do.

APG, I think that this one is dying out too.

You know what I think would bring this one back? Some raunchy metephores. [evil]