Say you find yourself walking down a darkened street late at night. Say a couple of thugs emerge from the shadows wielding knives and machine guns. Are you ready? Because I am. I'm ready for anything.
Say you're flying twelve thousand feet above sea level. Now say the pilot drops dead and an engine explodes. Are you ready? I am.
A dragon sets your town on fire? I'm ready.
Somebody needs the phone number of a good florist? I am ready.
The Boy Scouts have their motto: be prepared. Being prepared might have been fine a hundred years ago, but now it's not enough. In today's world, you've got to be more than prepared. You've got to be ready. And that's what I am.
Ready to fight. Ready to love. Ready to do a tricky dental extraction under less than optimal conditions. On myself. I am ready.
But here's the thing: a lot of guys are ready. I can name three hundred guys who are ready. But are they willing? You've got to be both ready and willing. Am I ready and willing? No I am not.
Ready, yes. Willing, no.
Which is why when the shit goes down, I am going to die.