Yup - it comes down to if you inherited the flight or fight gene. I am Danish on my dad's side (many family members are still in Denmark). We have been traced, genetically, as the most "authentic" line to the Vikings, whatever that means. My husband is British/German. When we go camping and hiking he has this attitude that he just needs to outrun me. I, on the other hand, stand my ground and fight. That's not always such a good thing.

I remember once in Philadelphia when we were first married. Some burglars were robbing a neighbor apartment and I came home and caught them at it. Rather than running, I chased them out - two black men and here I was, all blonde 5'9" 135 lbs as a 22 year old. I'm surprised I didn't get shot. This has happened on numerous occasions...I can't help myself but that I stay and fight rather than flee. People always say a smart person backs away from me when I get my hackles up because I'm coming after you full force. Interestingly, though, I'm also considered overly laid-back. My dad was the same - people didn't mess with him although he was also one of the most respected and consistent people in the area.