**I am in no way encouraging or condoning this type of
Mike is good friends with an architect named Adam. Adam is a
smart and friendly guy, but he is still a crazy jock at heart.
About a year ago, Adam was out drinking with a group of friends. He was talking
to a woman and somehow they began discussing which gender has the highest
tolerance for pain. They both thought their own gender was superior, so the
woman suggested a contest to see who was right. There was a candle on their
table, so she suggested that they see who could hold their hand over the flame
the longest. She told Adam to go first. Adam held his hand over the flame,
actually watching the fire come up between his fingers, for "four Mississippi."
After he went, he looked at his hand and it was charred a little bit. Now it
was the woman’s turn. She held her hand over the flame for "one Mississi"
and pulled it back. "Ouch! That hurts, I’m not doing this!" she said.
Adam was proud of himself for winning. Five visits with a burn specialist
later, he was able to tie his shoes again. When he told me this story last
night, I asked him if he had learned any important lessons. His response?
"Yea, never be the person to go first." He is still proud that
he won the "highest tolerance for pain" contest. I acknowledge that
he won, but disagree with him on what exactly he won. I think the appropriate
title of their contest should have been, "Who is the biggest idiot?"