What is the scariest or most couragous experience you've ever had?

Gaer

Gaer

"Angel whisperer"
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I know you all have had scary moments where you had to test your mettle. Will you share some of them?
 

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Mine so far (not counting this virus) was having to leave my small hometown and move to a bigger city where I know no one, and get a new job and find a place to live. The crime rate is higher here. I took a job at the local zoo and was emotionally abused every day for 5 months by my boss and I ended having to quit. I went 6 days not knowing if I was going to find another job or not. I have had to learn to be even more self sufficient than before. I had to learn my way around a strange city. We deal with a myriad of things in our facility as well as some of the activities that take place in the neighborhood. I had to drive back and forth an hr. and a half both ways every day for the first month before finding a bug infested apt. to move into. The residents in the other apts were all druggies and criminals and drunks. it wasn't safe. first night I moved in I got woke up by a maniac trying to kick the neighbors door in. I cried every day on the way to work and again on the way home. But after 6 days I got an interview with this hospital and got the job. I am going to be ok if I survive COVID19.
 
My scariest: Driving up the Yukon solo, I lost my way. (no map) The only way I could get back to the Alcan highway was to climb this huge, sharp craggy mountain, thousands of feet high. It started out gravel but quickly became mud, snow, ice as it narrowed. No guard rails; couldn't see the edge. It took all day and all night. Snowing heavily. I'd pull over to the cliff as far as I could to let the lumber trucks by and even then we would both have to pull in our mirrors.
It was thousands of feet high when the last truck squeaked by (with his tires on the mountain side), My Toyota Forerunner was at a sharp angle. I felt the earth crumbling under the truck. My front right wheel was in the air. It wasn't a comfortable angle. It was WAY TOO MUCH of an angle!
Opened my driver door and stuck my hand out with my purse,( So they could identify the body if it came to that) I scooted over to the side edge of the seat and stretched my right arm and leg to manuver the gas and steering wheel. It was a balancing act! If it slanted even an inch more, I was going to jump! Don't know how I made it back on the road (must have been my angels) but I made it! It was night now and snowing hard! Icy. No visability. I had to roll down the window to reach out and feel the side of the mountain, as the sky and road were one. At the very top of the mountain, there was a big sign, "Welcome to Highway to Hell Mountain!" You got THAT right!
 

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most scariest --I lived I South Africa for a while -we was at friends house 'his parents where their they was both doctors in
Soweto and come over in the E.type jag ' so the son showing off said let me take u for a spin 'god help me he was a maniac
behind the wheel 'thank god it was a dirt road we went on -I told him to slow it down -I was terrified I had visions of it turning over
my swear words come thick and fast when I got back ; (n)
 
Loads...most from my childhood of which I can't tell you because it would be too distressing...

many I can mention...

Giving birth and in labour for 57 hours alone without family or husband... ...

Driving over the Alps thick with snow and ice in dense fog, and seeing huge articulated lorries in front of us falling over the side...

A tornado ripping off part the roof of my house and tearing up the palm trees in my garden while I was home alone in Spain...

..loads more... scary times...
 
Gaer said:
My scariest: Driving up the Yukon solo, I lost my way. (no map) The only way I could get back to the Alcan highway was to climb this huge, sharp craggy mountain, thousands of feet high. It started out gravel but quickly became mud, snow, ice as it narrowed. No guard rails; couldn't see the edge. It took all day and all night. Snowing heavily. I'd pull over to the cliff as far as I could to let the lumber trucks by and even then we would both have to pull in our mirrors.
It was thousands of feet high when the last truck squeaked by (with his tires on the mountain side), My Toyota Forerunner was at a sharp angle. I felt the earth crumbling under the truck. My front right wheel was in the air. It wasn't a comfortable angle. It was WAY TOO MUCH of an angle!
Opened my driver door and stuck my hand out with my purse,( So they could identify the body if it came to that) I scooted over to the side edge of the seat and stretched my right arm and leg to manuver the gas and steering wheel. It was a balancing act! If it slanted even an inch more, I was going to jump! Don't know how I made it back on the road (must have been my angels) but I made it! It was night now and snowing hard! At the very top of the mountain, there was a big sign, "Welcome to Highway to Hell Mountain!" You got THAT right!
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I used to have repeating nightmares like this - glad you survived!
 
In 2006,I went on a church mission trip to D'Iberville,Miss to help with the cleanup after Hurricanes Katrina&Rita nearly destroyed this small gulf coast town.Our group: 8 members from my church, 6 from two other Presbyterian churches,we were there 1st week in Jan
I had some idea what to expect after seeing pictures on TV,but to see the devastation up close was scary&mind blogging..We bonded with the residents we helped who always thanked us, the other church groups at our camp.One day at lunch a resident told us'You are all God's Angels' I came back a different person after this experience
 
Coming up the hill towards my house and seeing all the fire trucks and police there... knowing my wife was home at the time. And then, not seeing her standing outside with the crowd, and the police not letting me into the house as it was burning way too hot, thick black smoke rolling out from under the eve's, and flames licking the sky from every window, and unsafe for even them to enter. šŸ˜§
That I'm sure was the scariest moment of my life.
Oh yes, by the way, found that the wife was at the neighbors house, safe and sound. (y)
 
What is the scariest or most couragous experience you've ever had?

Scariest;

The last one was when the ladder gave way while I was installing the weather cap of the metal roof to my shop
I had it strapped to the scaffolding
The scaffolding was strapped to the studs of the shop wall
Evidently not too well
Nothing to grab onto while the ladder inched downward
I think I left scratch marks on the metal from my fingernails
I, ever so gingerly, made my way down the ladder
Took a bit of elbow grease for the wife to git the poop stains outa my shorts

Most courageous;

Changing the filled diaper of my grandkid (shiver)
 
There was this girl I used to know, and she had a younger brother. For some strange reason, he latched on to me, and used to visit me before I went to work. He was 19ish. A good looking guy, but he was an idiot. He used the big ,thick drive chain from a motorcycle as a belt. He showed up at my place. He was sitting there, when he pulls out this gun. I remember seeing the mirror shine of the thing. Two things went through my head. # I, I wanted him out out my house, yesterday. I knew this idiot was going to do something stupid. #2. What other idiot sold him a gun? I told him I had to go to work, so he left. He knew I worked the 4-12 shift and this was 9 AM-like I said he was idiot. About a week later, he was arrested. He was in a bar ,when he tried to light his cigarette by shooting at the end. See, idiot. When he was in my place with that gun, I knew he was going to do something stupid with it. I was terrified I was going to be accidentally shot by that idiot. The person, who sold him the gun, had to understand that he was going to do something stupid with it. It was like putting a 3 year old at the controls of a nuclear reactor.
 
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Scariest, tie: Going through a bad earthquake. I had just found out I was pregnant that morning. Later, flying over the mountains of Turkey in a small Medevac plane during a bad storm, holding my newborn in my arms and being convinced that my husband would never get to see her (or me, again). Many years later, trying to keep my husband alive long enough for the ambulance to get there. I failed.

Most courageous: Crawling partly under an overturned car in a water-filled ditch and holding a man's head out of the water until the rescue squad got there. Honestly, I cannot remember what my thoughts were at the time.
 
2 unpleasant airplane trips. On a twin engine commuter plane NYC to Albany one engine caught fire about 1/3 of the way there. Flying @500 feet straight over the Hudson engine burning & smoking, so if we crashed weā€™d hit water & not any buildings or people tho we buzzed some of the bridges pretty close. Made it to Albany, met by all sorts of responders.
On a flight supposed to be fromRome to NYC, something went wrong & pilot said we had to dump fuel and go to Heathrow. Suffocating fuel smell. One old gent was so nervous he lit up a cig and the passengers close to him jumped him! All I could think about was nobody was going to get to see all the little Italian things Iā€™d bought them. Made it to Heathrow where we were kept in a hangar at the far end of some runway.
And then there was the time on the one lane cliff side road in the Blue Ridge Mts.....
 
After my daughter died it took a long time to move her to the morgue. She was in the hospital room, dead, for so long I had to take a brief walk. On my way back to the room, I noticed a large gurney, waiting for the elevator, with a green covering and in the middle, hidden, was a small lump. I knew that was my lump. It passed through my mind to grab her and run away, possibly screaming. But I didn't. I just filed it away in my mind till RR just opened the drawer. It's okay, ((RR)).

For each and every passing, I wonder how I survived, how any of us do. It Hurts so much.
 
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