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pud

climber
Sportbikeville & Yucca brevifolia
Feb 9, 2013 - 06:23pm PT
My own life? I don't think I have ever been oddly enough.
Afraid of getting hurt maybe, but death, I can't remember even one time.

Holding my 3yr old asthmatic son in my arms while he gasped for air is the most frightened I have ever been, without exception.

paul roehl

Boulder climber
california
Feb 9, 2013 - 06:30pm PT
Have to agree with the child in danger/sick... had a similar experience with my son turning blue in my arms suffering from a seizure. He was only a year and a half and had a really high temp. Can't describe the feeling, beyond fear... He was fine but life never had quite the same ease/quality for me after that.
Fritz

Trad climber
Choss Creek, ID
Feb 9, 2013 - 06:44pm PT
Base 104! Re your mention:
I don't get scared on the fast near death experiences. My brain just clears out and zones in. You know, that hyper-aware time dialation experience. I might notice a trembling finger or something after it is over, kind of like a fired up race horse.

I get scared shitless when things happen slower. We all have our strenghts and weaknesses.

Do any of you catch yourself wondering why you are even still alive?


Yep! I'm with you all the way!
Truthdweller

Trad climber
San Diego, CA
Feb 9, 2013 - 07:19pm PT
Having a #7 stopper fall out, and looking at a 50' ground fall on Johnny Quest at Suicide, then climbing another ten feet to finally cram in a #3 Friend while totally pumped would of been my scariest moment until...

ELEVEN mortars hit FOB Hit, near simultaneously, in Iraq in a coordinated attack one afternoon in 2004. Only those that have experienced close proximity ordinance phenomenon can relate, I had never, until then. FOB Hit was the heaviest mortared and rocketed FOB in theater at that time. Otherwise, it was the most boring "campout" of my life...relatively speaking, thank God.
GhoulweJ

Trad climber
El Dorado Hills, CA
Feb 9, 2013 - 07:27pm PT
For me, I'm not afraid of dying. I don't want too, but I dig my life and will always have big future plans but I know one day, the lights will dim.

For me it's more like the day I saw the small child at beach near bodega bay get engulfed by a surprise wave. I threw myself into the ocean being sucked out to sea scrambling for the missing 4 year old. I couldn't find him...

There was no way I was going to fail alive so I dove deep. and got caught in a fast current. I extended my arms in front of me face in case I hit some thing. i had my hand open and suddenly my fingers snagged his clothes!

Thrashing my right arm in the water trying to swim to the surface with his shirt in left hand i drug us both to the surface..... He was crying (thank gawd!).

I look back toward shore and it's a long way away...

Well, as you all ready know, we made it back to the beach.

Parents never said thanks.

I was 15. My older buddies just said "You're f*#king stupid"... Maybe.
Truthdweller

Trad climber
San Diego, CA
Feb 9, 2013 - 07:48pm PT
Parents never said thanks.

That's okay, your initial motivation wasn't that you'd get a "thank you." Scripture calls that love, the willing sacrificial giving of oneself, for the benefit of another, without thought of return (ref John 3:16).
Brandon-

climber
The Granite State.
Topic Author's Reply - Feb 9, 2013 - 07:50pm PT
I'm kind of in the 'not fearing death' camp as well, but sometimes something so violent and unexpected happens.

I'm also in the 'not scared at the time, just reacting' camp. Fear is more of a reminiscence, unless...

You get violently jumped. It's happened to me, I didn't stand a chance, and I felt fear. However, I only feared for my health, not my life.

After the hospital visit, I was angry at my own fear. It's such a complex subject, fear.
GhoulweJ

Trad climber
El Dorado Hills, CA
Feb 9, 2013 - 07:53pm PT
Brandon, I hear ya 'bout fear being complexed and all.

One time I drew down face to face with a guy.

My jaw locked and determined. He just went away... Thank gawd!

EDIT: Truthdweller, Thanks ;)
Brandon-

climber
The Granite State.
Topic Author's Reply - Feb 9, 2013 - 08:20pm PT
I've feared what I may have to do many times. Be it at the top of a chute, below a certain runout section, or in a back alley.

It's the cognizance of risk that creates fear. When you either have to sh#t or get off the pot, so to speak.

I find that I feel fear briefly, then I'm fortunate enough to be able to compartmentalize said feelings. Fight or flight, I guess. I fight.

This topic intrigues me.
eKat

Trad climber
Less than a second shy of 49 minutes
Feb 9, 2013 - 08:34pm PT
13th Street - Seal Beach - WINTER - BIG, churny, didn't know up from down, kept surfin' though. . . cause everytime I told myself "SELF, THIS IS THE LAST ONE!" I'd get so stoked, I'd be 1/2 way out before I'd realize I was paddling out again.

WHOA.

Some trippy loop. . . like "Groundhog Day!"

:-)

MisterE

Social climber
Feb 9, 2013 - 10:37pm PT
It's funny, I never mentioned the Alaska rescue in my "Near Death Experiences" thread (linked above) because I trusted the "Sylvia" to make it through the rescue - and she did. It was just that staring at the ice-cold waves towering over us that struck the notes of fear for a moment...or a while.

As has been stated, when death is near, there is a calmness and focus to either avoid or accept what is coming, I have found - as well as others. Also (as mentioned) there is often no time to be afraid.

It was knowing I was going to go for the ride of my life and get the cold-water smack-down from the pacific that really frightened me. The sheer power of the storm before the rogue wave was the build-up...that feeling that you are just a small element of a force so much larger than you, and yet: here you are in a place you have no business being to save some stranded souls...Not one of us hesitated when the Skipper asked us if we would do it.

We towed that boat to safety in crazy following seas that tested our captain, the Sylvia and the tensile strength of our tow-line.

Watching a boat you are towing tower above you 40 feet and 100 behind you, then come rushing down while you take in line like a madman on the hydraulic hauler, then ease it out as you mount the next roller.

Mad exercises in the open seas.
Ron Anderson

Trad climber
Soon to be Nipple suckling Liberal
Feb 9, 2013 - 10:37pm PT
Dateline 1974. Minden airfield. Civil Air Patrol was having a fly in, with flour sack aerial bombing and the likes. I had come up with a small chute static line system to deliver supplies to victims of crashes or lost parties etc. This was a 20 foot cargo canopy set up with a static line and a forty pound sack of sand for weight.

The pilot was Bill Williamson (owner of the tv famed "buddy the wonder dog" and we were flying in the CAP 172. We got to 1200 agl and began an approach to the area to do the drop...

upon doing the first run, i quickly discovered how hard it was with an eighty MPH breeze against the door to get it open and keep it that way. SO i moved my position in the seat and used the seat belt as a self belay and we did a go around to come back to the target area.

The door pried open and using my back to push against it, i slid the package out and let it go as we approached the "zone". Problem 1: the door being open against the prop wash caused a sucking hesitation which brought the package back toward the front of the plane and it struck the strut step! SAND FLEW INTO THE CABIN in a whipped cloud and suddenly the canopy popped from the sleeve and did a total May West across thew horizontal stabilizer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OOOOHHHHWWWWWWWWSSSSHHHHIIIITTTT!
mEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE the stall indicator started going off- Bill was reefing on the yoke in an attempt to gain some altitude and i was in a full on panic hanging out the door trying to see the hang up! I saw shrouds that had looped the step so i quickly got a knife out of my pocket and cut loose the shrouds - all the while the stall indicator is going off, and we are riding a bucking brick at this point. We have lost about 900 feet of elevation and are still going down as Bill attempts to steer us over a field of corn and the may west is flapping like a canopy gone wild, still draped over the tail..I hear Bill yell to me to get ready for a HARD ONE and just then i see the culprit. One shroud line had looped over the seat adjustment knob!!!!! I flicked it off the knob and the whole shittaroo flys off the tail and it falls for only a second or two before hitting the corn. Of course, with Bill pulling on the yoke for all he is worth, when the may west clears the tail we shoot almost straight up and he grabs the throttle to the max.. A recovery with only a few feet left till the corn tops was had, and we began to climb normally.

Meanwhile back at the airport, they were rolling out the response team as they all lost sight of us and knew we were down... we landed and surveyed the damage to the skin on the fuselage just behind the door from the harness and empty sand sack beating into it.. Bill was one HELL OF A PILOT! I took the delivery system back to the drawing board LMAO!! To this day ill never know how that plane did what it did to recover us out of a low level stall..Bill didnt know either.
BASE104

Social climber
An Oil Field
Feb 9, 2013 - 10:48pm PT
I take back what I said earlier.

I did get insanely scared when I did my first BASE jump. This was almost 30 years ago and the gear was total cave man. The gear was just getting there for it to be possible. Now you go through a mentoring process, buy BASE specific gear, you name it. You can even go through a first jump school.

I jumped El Cap on my 24th jump. Back then you had to start with five static line jumps, then work your way up to longer and longer delays. I had been off of student status for only ten jumps or so.

I was up there with my buddies and Walt who tagged along. I tell ya. There was 3 feet of snow on top and I was standing there with my gear on ten feet from the edge waiting my turn. I was so scared that I thought I was going to vomit.

I went 3rd (last) and the microsecond that my feet left the exit, my entire mind became supercalm and hyper aware. That is one damn cool experience.
Ksolem

Trad climber
Monrovia, California
Feb 10, 2013 - 12:08am PT
I'm kind of in the 'not fearing death' camp as well, but sometimes something so violent and unexpected happens.

I'll put it like this:

I'm not at all afraid of being dead. It is the transition which concerns me...
BASE104

Social climber
An Oil Field
Feb 10, 2013 - 12:18am PT
^^^Yeah. What he said. I just hope it doesn't hurt.^^^^
moosedrool

Trad climber
lost, far away from Poland
Feb 10, 2013 - 12:19am PT
White water kayaking, a couple of close onces. Cought up in a hole.

It is the most horroble feeling when you are getting weaker and weaker and weaker...

MisterE

Social climber
Feb 10, 2013 - 12:23am PT
It really does come down to that Kris - well put...

although they have pretty good drugs and hospice to make even THAT part easier now.

moosedrool

Trad climber
lost, far away from Poland
Feb 10, 2013 - 12:49am PT
The whole secret of existence is to have no fear. Never fear what will become of you, depend on no one. Only the moment you reject all help are you freed.

Says Duck
mechrist

Gym climber
South of Heaven
Feb 10, 2013 - 01:10am PT
I literally wet myself when my neighbor chased me out of his garden when I was 6. I was dared to steal some vegetables. I snuck over there and had just picked a tomato when the 6' tall dude came charging out of his house. Before I could even take a breath he was towering over me. I'm telling you all this in the strictest of confidence. I know we're all friends and this won't leave the Taco.

I'm happy to report I have not lost control of my bladder since.

I've been pretty scurd the 4 times I've found myself looking down the wrong end of a gun barrel, but I held my sh#t.

I was skurd when 5 of us got jumped by a group of 10+ high school kids, but I managed. Unfortunately Jeff didn't manage as well... lost 3 teeth, had 4 broken ribs, and had a fractured skull... pretty brutal for a 14 year old.

Most frightened I have ever been climbing was looking for the descent on East Butt of Middle. We had done the first 3 pitches of Central Pillar earlier that day. Finishing EButt around dark we convinced ourselves the rap was "just to the climber's L." We found some anchors and started rapping. After 2 raps I saw some fresh chalk on what I thought was a pretty cool looking climb... turns out it was the top of P8 on E Butt... so we climbed back up. It was exciting climbing up through them trees, but what really skurd me was when I put my hand on a 4' boulder to look over a sloping edge for some anchors. It slid about 6 inches and was less than that from going over the edge. It was at that time I learned to levitate. Sometimes, when I get really really really fuked up and start thinking of death, it is easy to convince myself that I actually died that day and this is the resulting dream/nightmare.
MisterE

Social climber
Feb 10, 2013 - 01:21am PT
Sometimes, when I get really really really fuked up and start thinking of death, I imagine I actually died that day and this is the resulting dream.

You imagine or you believe? Why do you need to get really really fuked up to consider death?

As I mentioned, all living beings have a 100% mortality rate...except for the Tardigrade...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tardigrade
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