Great Moments in Life

 I'm a geek about the English language.
 I don't speak any others, so I'm biased, but I still love it.
 Conversely, one of the shortcomings of the form is that sometimes there's a situation that doesn't have a name.
 Here's an example: A friend of mine gave me some advice today and, unusually for me, I took it. I then referred to her as "boss," because I was doing what she said. She called me something unprintable (or at least unprintable on blogs where the author doesn't swear like a cunt with fucking tourettes) and I said that it was a nice thing, and that I didn't take orders from just anyone.
 She asked if I was paying her a compliment, and I said it was a compliment through action, not through words.
 I'm not sure if there's a word for that, but I don't know one.
 There should, however, be one.
 There's another situation which I love, and can't find a word for.
 I'd like to think it's a universal feeling.
 For me, there's a moment when I see an opening appear for a bad joke, or a groan-worthy pun, and time slows to a trickle. I can see it coming, big and slow and gorgeous, like a wolf looking at a crippled elk, like a baseball player knowing that the ball is gonna come right over the plate; like Joe Louis bouncing off the back foot and knowing the other guy's jaw and full momentum is coming right towards him.
 There's no word for that moment, but it's possibly my favourite feeling in life.
 Maybe my second favourite, right behind actually making the joke, which to me is the wolf's killing moment, or the crack of the bat, or the shock of the impact travelling up your arm as the other guy tumbles.
 Every so often, you get it vicariously, and tonight was one of those beautiful, golden moments.
 I was on a message board thread from Reddit, talking about doing terrible things for justifiable reasons. One poster said his boss had a kid with cerebral palsy, who was allowed to get away with anything because of the condition. The kid was running around (or "going around," more accurately) kicking people who worked for his dad, and the poster warned the kid that he would kick back if provoked. And then, when provoked, did.
 So the terrible, justified thing was kicking a child with cerebral palsy.
 A few posts below, someone commented "I have cerebral palsy and I approve!"
 This led to someone else asking this poster what it was like to have a normal brain but be stuck in a defective body. Someone else chimed in that it's always unpleasant; that they had a brother who was crippled.
 The cerebral palsy poster said that he'd been that way all his life and knew no different, and that for the most part it wasn't so bad, but there were certain things he needed help with.
 The poster with the crippled brother said "Yeah, I sometimes have to carry my brother when his chair won't fit in places."
 Then, in a perfect, ball-over-the-plate moment, someone asked: "Is he heavy?"
 There was a fluid, pinpoint-accurate swing, the sharp snap of an impact, and the reply.
 "Nah, he ain't heavy. ...He's my brother!"
 You'd never know it, but I have moments where I fucking love people.