About a week ago, I received a phone message from the mother of Jacob's friend.

When I rang her back, I listened as she told me what had happened the day before at school:

In their PE class, the kids had to pair up in groups of four to play tennis. Parker & Cole were on a team against two other boys. Jacob was in another group.

Parker and Cole were so excited because they won the game. They were doing the requisite 'high five's' and other celebratory dancing. One boy didn't like this at all - as he was on the losing team. He called them cheaters and started punching Parker. (Just a note about the boy - he is about a foot shorter than the rest of the boys. Jacob said it is like Noah hitting him. But still.)

My awesome son, Jacob, stepped in between the melee and told the boy that he needed to cool down and knock it off. This seemed to work - for a minute.

Fast forward a few minutes...in the dressing room, the boy mouthed a string full of profanities (it would make you blush if I repeated them) and ended by asked Parker what he called his mom.

Parker and Jacob just looked at each other like "what is he talking about?" Parker said, "I didn't say anything about your mom."

Again with the profanities. This boy then proceeds to climb on top of the lockers and jumps down on Parker. Jacob said it was like this boy was trying to be like the Incredible Hulk or something.

Again, Jacob stepped between the boys and basically ushered this out-of-control boy into the corner and told him that he needed to cool down.

Of course, Jacob didn't tell me any of this. He really didn't think that it was a big deal - nothing to get excited about, and certainly not worthy enough to tell his mom.

I have had several people tell me what a great example he was that day and how appreciative they are for stepping in.

I talked to Jacob again this morning about it. He still doesn't think that it is a big deal. I asked him how many people just stood there and watched? He was the only one that did what was necessary.