Ben Harper sings on his latest album, in the song “Fight Outta You”: “I’d rather find out who you are, than who you’re not”.

I found out who Dale was, Barney was and who I was on Sunday morning about 1am as we left Three Beans Cafe in Broadbeach to go back to our cars parked at the rear of the National Australia Bank. We walked past the Barcode Nightclub and were set up by some Native NZ boys.

One very large bloke set us up, then two others jumped the three of us. They punched Barney in the jaw, and then the two proceeded to Dale and myself.

I’m not sure what went through the other two minds, but for myself it played out like this: a) You can talk yourself out of this b) Do I scream at them all tellign them to stop in the name of Jesus c) God …. what would Jesus do in this situation d) Far out he punched me e) I can tackle him real easy f) Turn the other cheek??? g) Punched again a few times (2-3 I think)

As the maori boys ran off I jumped in my car and encouraged the other boys to do the same. I sped off down Albert St onto Surf Parade and saw the girls walking back with Zay. Making a quick phone call to Katie to make sure she left asap I arranged with Dale and Barney to meet them at Gold Coast Hospital where we were checked out, I was fine with a black eye, Dale was fine and Barney had a broken jaw.

Jumping forward to today, two days on, after banter, photos, laughs and alot of thought I was asked about the incident once more and the onversation was rather simple.

Was there heaps of them? No, only two Were they bigger than you? No Were they stronger than you? No Were they better fighters than you? No I guess you just locked up? No etc etc.

I simply had no answer apart from at the moment it happened I asked the Holy Spirit what to do, and he said “Turn the other cheek”, although I too judged myself on the strength/manliness/awesome

ness scale and failed, and I also went through the shoulda coulda woulda scenarios. What if the girls were with us, what if etc etc.

The truth is I find out who I was … a man after God’s heart … not mans. I’m fairlty happy with myself, rather sore, especially after two frisbee injuries and a carry Zay on my back injury, I really need a full body massage, but aside from these mortal injuries which will fade away, I rest secure that when squeezed, Josh produces God juice, like an orange produces orange juice.