The Man has this thing about saving people. I don't know if it is just his personality or he genuinely thinks he can save everyone out there.
While I was pregnant with Lulu, The Man, my best friend and I were at a football game for The Man's birthday...or it might have been Christmas...I can't really remember (I blame mommy-brain...and the fact that it was more than 6 months ago). As we were leaving the stadium, we happened to pass a scuffle of sorts. Two younger men, for whatever reason, were pushing an older gentleman. We didn't know the circumstances and I really didn't want to know.
Had I not stopped him, The Man would have pushed his way into the middle of the action and tried to break things up. I tried to get him to understand that if something had happened to him - though I'm sure he would have been okay - I wouldn't have been able to jump into the mix. I am not one to keep my hands to myself and I don't avoid confrontation at all. However, I was preggo at the time...which doesn't bode well for hand-to-hand combat.
The Man reasoned that if it were his father, or my father, he would hope that some brave soul would prevent the situation from escalating.
I guess if my child was in danger, then I'd hope someone would step in and try to stop whatever was going on. I don't know what I'd think if MY child (or husband) was the one putting an end to the confrontation. Call me selfish, but I just wouldn't want my loved ones to willingly put themselves in danger for someone else.