My dad told of a kid in Colorado who was chopping kindling for the stove. Another kid came up and said...”Betcha can’t hit this!” Then he put his finger on the chopping block.
But he did.
When we were young, many of the school toughs played football in school to impress the girls. Other toughs went hunting.
Several years later when they got the letter, “Greetings from the President of the United States”, they suddenly came down with back problems or had shot themselves in the foot.
I knew a few guys like that-they are the same type I encountered as a comp case manager-tough guys leaning on a cane-until they think no one is watching-whining for an 80% disability rating-and money, of course-for a bulging disc or two that is only rated at 17%-some tough guys...