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A mate of mine had to have emergency brain surgery after he collapsed and was found to have a tumour. Thankfully it was successful and he recovered but the surgeon informed him that the area where the tumour had been was responsible for the sense of fear and he was concerned that it may have been affected. Sure enough, after some tests they established that they had essentially removed his sense of fear on the operating table and that he was now not scared of anything!
Origin Unknown said:
Weekend before last taking my family with another family train to Ascot racecourse.
Stood at the Martins Heron train station buying tickets, I'm aware of how busy the station is, my son (5) and daughter (8) are there and there.
Looked up to speak to my wife about what ticket to buy at the machine, look back and my son has vanished. Our planned train pulled in at the same time and sheer panic sets in. My wife and our friends are trying to work out where he had gone whilst trying to keep our heads. The train doors start beeping indicating they are about to close; has he just got on the train?
Snap decision to leave others searching the platform and car park as if he's gone on that train, how the hell are we supposed to find him?
Train is packed and I'm asking everyone if they have seen a little boy in a blue coat. Nobody has and others now seem worried too.
I finally get a call from my wife saying as the train pulled out he's stood on the platform on the other side waving.
A mixture of emotions but scared was certainly one of them.
Yes, that would get most people....Stood at the Martins Heron train station buying tickets, I'm aware of how busy the station is, my son (5) and daughter (8) are there and there.
Looked up to speak to my wife about what ticket to buy at the machine, look back and my son has vanished. Our planned train pulled in at the same time and sheer panic sets in. My wife and our friends are trying to work out where he had gone whilst trying to keep our heads. The train doors start beeping indicating they are about to close; has he just got on the train?
Snap decision to leave others searching the platform and car park as if he's gone on that train, how the hell are we supposed to find him?
Train is packed and I'm asking everyone if they have seen a little boy in a blue coat. Nobody has and others now seem worried too.
I finally get a call from my wife saying as the train pulled out he's stood on the platform on the other side waving.
A mixture of emotions but scared was certainly one of them.
My daughter (18 at the time) went 'missing' last year - last seen 'talking to some blokes at a nightclub'. Her phone was traced to some unknown male who'd found it at the nightclub.
Due home at midnight, never showed up... Police called 8am - officers everywhere searching the house (I knew they were thinking the unthinkable). Eventually she was found sleeping in an outbuilding at home "I didn't want to wake you up".
Up until about 10am I was thinking everything was probably OK. Between 10 and 11 with Police everywhere I was bricking it.
Needless to say my daughter got a talking to and I wrote to the local police to thank them and apologise....
STe_rsv4 said:
TurboHatchback said:
I can't think of any moments I've genuinely thought I was going to die, I can think of only moderate fear at best.
Recently I was persuaded to ski the Aguille Rouge in Les Arcs (on my second week ever skiing), it was blizzard conditions at the top and I have a catastrophic fear of heights. For those that don't know it's extremely high, the start section is about the width of a single track road with just some flimsy nets between you and an enormous cliff. It was busy, icy and just generally awful but once you've started down you can't turn round and go back, unamused would be an understatement of my feelings on that one.
Slightly O/TRecently I was persuaded to ski the Aguille Rouge in Les Arcs (on my second week ever skiing), it was blizzard conditions at the top and I have a catastrophic fear of heights. For those that don't know it's extremely high, the start section is about the width of a single track road with just some flimsy nets between you and an enormous cliff. It was busy, icy and just generally awful but once you've started down you can't turn round and go back, unamused would be an understatement of my feelings on that one.
Yep, I skiied the Augille rouge a few year ago. The run had been closed all week due to avalanche warnings but opened up on the last day so I dragged my missus (novice skiier) to have ago. Im gradually getting better with heights but it was only when we got the 1st cable car up then realised that these was another, almost vetical cable car that took you up to the peak that I realised I was s
tting myself!!I couldnt let my OH know I was scared as she was just as worried as me so I kept joking and saying it would be ok once we got to the top. When we got out it was apparent that there was no way she was going to ski back down due to how severe the runs were - I had to send her back down in the cable car by herself crying
To be fair, its actually a very good run once you get over the initial "not being able to see over the edge of the piste" on the run - it really is that steep.
The only time skiing has ever really broken me though is spending a week in Whistler with a guide.
Some of the really big stuff along ridge lines and with complicated drop-ins is properly terrifying.
Think of having to slide sideways along a ridge with the back of your skis over a void, then having to do a 270 degree hairpin spin at the end in order to make the turn, that then leads you to a 10ft drop that is the beginning of a narrow ice chute that it pretending to be a run...
And all that is after you have climbed up to it with your skis on your back your boots slipping constantly and a wind that catches and threatens to throw you over the lip and into nothing.
That and really big cornices in Spanky's had sort of killed my bravery by the end of it.
Thankfully my wife is far braver than I and made me do a few more, otherwise I think I would have bailed on "challenging" skiing then and there.
Edit for odd quoting
Edited by WreckedGecko on Tuesday 25th July 14:34
2nd October 2016.
Woke up at the home of a girl I ha been seeing for a few weeks, who lived 50 or so miles from me, and I knew no-one else in the area.
Could not feel or move one side of my face.
Went into "panic" mode, just wanted to get to my "comfort zone", drove home, got changed, went to my local hospital (Frimley Park, who were fantastic btw)
Was convinced I was having, or had, a stroke, and that this was the end of my life.
I realised once it had all sunk in how stupid driving was.
Presented myself at hospital, who had me in triage within 15 minutes, and on a ward 10 minutes after that.
Had various tests, and after an hour or so, was told that I had Bells Palsy, which has similar symptoms to a stroke, recovery could be sometime between 3 weeks and never, luckily it was about 3 weeks.
When the Doctors told me that I had not had a stroke, I just broke down, such was the relief.
Woke up at the home of a girl I ha been seeing for a few weeks, who lived 50 or so miles from me, and I knew no-one else in the area.
Could not feel or move one side of my face.
Went into "panic" mode, just wanted to get to my "comfort zone", drove home, got changed, went to my local hospital (Frimley Park, who were fantastic btw)
Was convinced I was having, or had, a stroke, and that this was the end of my life.
I realised once it had all sunk in how stupid driving was.
Presented myself at hospital, who had me in triage within 15 minutes, and on a ward 10 minutes after that.
Had various tests, and after an hour or so, was told that I had Bells Palsy, which has similar symptoms to a stroke, recovery could be sometime between 3 weeks and never, luckily it was about 3 weeks.
When the Doctors told me that I had not had a stroke, I just broke down, such was the relief.
Nothing scares me, except...
Fat, ginger women......RUN AWAY
Edit for the PC Brigade, Feminists' International and the Ginger Front....
A fat ginger girl used to sit on me when I was a child, until I turned purple, so please don't be harsh.
Fat, ginger women......RUN AWAY
Edit for the PC Brigade, Feminists' International and the Ginger Front....
A fat ginger girl used to sit on me when I was a child, until I turned purple, so please don't be harsh.
Edited by mybrainhurts on Tuesday 25th July 16:23
LordHaveMurci said:
can't remember said:
Thorpy said:
Also Kudos for giving Tryfan north ridge a go, its pretty a pretty intimidating scramble (it gets easier twards the top).
Coming back down for me. I'll stand at the top of a climb thinking jumping is less stressful than climbing down. I really struggle lowering myself back over the edge.king joking!'.Surprises me how many rock climbers admit to not liking heights, some admitting they are scared at the top of climbs!
And for Tryfan, my mate is a mountain goat & assured me it would be Ok, it f'ing wasn't! It really annoyed me for years as it's the only time I've really bottled it & turned back. We did go & walk up Snowdon though (no idea what path)
I had much the same problem as LHM, but at the end of Striding Edge - held it together across the ridge, then suddenly saw the chimney down off to the right...and had a "not a f
king chance" moment. Thankfully my two mates were trojans and spotted me down...couldn't have done it on my own.Would second the 'wife's emergency C-section' comment made above - that's probably as bad as it's got for me so-far, worse than going in for my appendectomy.
And then our 3y.o. son wandering off from poolside on holiday in Lanzarote - he'd gone to find me up in the hotel room while my wife's back was turned - clever little sod had used the lifts and everything - but he'd just missed me walking the other way to the stairs. Get back (~2 mins after he's left my wife), ask wife where he's gone, cue 5+ minutes of near-panic for both of us...
* Heights in other forms I can do - no problems on glass viewing platforms, or in planes, etc. etc...but have no confidence in myself near edges.
Edited by havoc on Tuesday 25th July 16:51
At school in my early teens I went body boarding down the road from Scarborough at Cayton Bay. It was autumn and the sea was very rough. I was wearing a wet suit too large for me and ended up out at sea well past the waves without a body board as I had given it to one of the other lads I was with. Decided to try get to shore against a strong pull out to sea. Made it eventually to where the waves were breaking and proceeded to get wiped out about 8 times before making it ashore. I was sure I was going to drown. Water scares me a little but I enjoy snorkelling and swimming in the sea for some reason. I think its a case of I dont know what lies in wait.
MikeGoodwin said:
At school in my early teens I went body boarding down the road from Scarborough at Cayton Bay. It was autumn and the sea was very rough. I was wearing a wet suit too large for me and ended up out at sea well past the waves without a body board as I had given it to one of the other lads I was with. Decided to try get to shore against a strong pull out to sea. Made it eventually to where the waves were breaking and proceeded to get wiped out about 8 times before making it ashore. I was sure I was going to drown. Water scares me a little but I enjoy snorkelling and swimming in the sea for some reason. I think its a case of I dont know what lies in wait.
I got caught in a rip at Croyde years ago, very, very nearly got smashed on the rocks by 6ft breaking waves. Properly scary & despite my mates protestations I refused to get back in, never bodyboarded since & no desire to do so despite having gone regularly for several years. Also nearly drowned in my mates kayak, mainly because he was a dick & left me on my own with only very basic instructions
Without any shadow of a doubt "The baby's heart rate is dropping. She needs to come out now", five weeks before the due date.
All's well that ends well though.
I suspect if you asked the same question of my mother, she'd probably say turning up in casualty to find me already unconscious for an hour. I didn't wake up for another two. The bloke who looked after me whilst we were waiting for the ambulance burst into tears as soon as he opened the door a week later when I went to say thanks for looking after me, but until the bit above with my own daughter, I couldn't even begin to imagine what my mother must've been going through in those couple of hours.
All's well that ends well though.
I suspect if you asked the same question of my mother, she'd probably say turning up in casualty to find me already unconscious for an hour. I didn't wake up for another two. The bloke who looked after me whilst we were waiting for the ambulance burst into tears as soon as he opened the door a week later when I went to say thanks for looking after me, but until the bit above with my own daughter, I couldn't even begin to imagine what my mother must've been going through in those couple of hours.
I've been held up and clobbered (gun and truncheon) for the contents of a work safe, too quic,k no time to to be scared, Car/Bike crash stuff the same, afterwards shaken, but not scared at the time.
The worst one was a case misconduct and embezzlement my (bitter and twisted) ex boss bought, just because it went on for months. Completely unfounded but created plenty of stress, I was bricking it until the final hearing.
The worst one was a case misconduct and embezzlement my (bitter and twisted) ex boss bought, just because it went on for months. Completely unfounded but created plenty of stress, I was bricking it until the final hearing.
Diving the arch at the Blue Hole in Dahab. Cant be that hard can it?, enter the water at bells, enter the blue hole, dive down 55m, then swim through a 30m arch. Who needs a guide?
https://youtu.be/jaiKS0jx2pA
I wasn't scared at the time, in fact i felt great (that would be the nitrogen narcosis dufus). I came very close that day.
https://youtu.be/jaiKS0jx2pA
I wasn't scared at the time, in fact i felt great (that would be the nitrogen narcosis dufus). I came very close that day.
Origin Unknown said:
Weekend before last taking my family with another family train to Ascot racecourse.
Stood at the Martins Heron train station buying tickets, I'm aware of how busy the station is, my son (5) and daughter (8) are there and there.
Looked up to speak to my wife about what ticket to buy at the machine, look back and my son has vanished. Our planned train pulled in at the same time and sheer panic sets in. My wife and our friends are trying to work out where he had gone whilst trying to keep our heads. The train doors start beeping indicating they are about to close; has he just got on the train?
Snap decision to leave others searching the platform and car park as if he's gone on that train, how the hell are we supposed to find him?
Train is packed and I'm asking everyone if they have seen a little boy in a blue coat. Nobody has and others now seem worried too.
I finally get a call from my wife saying as the train pulled out he's stood on the platform on the other side waving.
A mixture of emotions but scared was certainly one of them.
I was on a train a couple of months ago from Bristol to Taunton. As the ticket inspector started making his way down the train (before we'd left the station, which I thought was a bit odd), a woman going the other way starting screaming hysterically at him about how she'd lost her boy, and no, he couldn't look at her ticket, and where was her son and stop the train and he couldn't be left on his own, he was just behind me and now he's not, you've got to stop the train, he'll be terrified... I've never heard anyone get so much out in one breath!Stood at the Martins Heron train station buying tickets, I'm aware of how busy the station is, my son (5) and daughter (8) are there and there.
Looked up to speak to my wife about what ticket to buy at the machine, look back and my son has vanished. Our planned train pulled in at the same time and sheer panic sets in. My wife and our friends are trying to work out where he had gone whilst trying to keep our heads. The train doors start beeping indicating they are about to close; has he just got on the train?
Snap decision to leave others searching the platform and car park as if he's gone on that train, how the hell are we supposed to find him?
Train is packed and I'm asking everyone if they have seen a little boy in a blue coat. Nobody has and others now seem worried too.
I finally get a call from my wife saying as the train pulled out he's stood on the platform on the other side waving.
A mixture of emotions but scared was certainly one of them.
You could see some people looking at her thinking "huh, bloody woman trying to get away without admitting she hasn't got a ticket", but most people clearly concerned for her and realising how they'd feel if they'd lost their little lad on a station platform.
About 5 minutes later, she comes back down the train followed by an absolutely mortified-looking lad who must've been 15 if he was a day, and a good three inches taller than she was!
LordHaveMurci said:
MikeGoodwin said:
At school in my early teens I went body boarding down the road from Scarborough at Cayton Bay. It was autumn and the sea was very rough. I was wearing a wet suit too large for me and ended up out at sea well past the waves without a body board as I had given it to one of the other lads I was with. Decided to try get to shore against a strong pull out to sea. Made it eventually to where the waves were breaking and proceeded to get wiped out about 8 times before making it ashore. I was sure I was going to drown. Water scares me a little but I enjoy snorkelling and swimming in the sea for some reason. I think its a case of I dont know what lies in wait.
I got caught in a rip at Croyde years ago, very, very nearly got smashed on the rocks by 6ft breaking waves. Properly scary & despite my mates protestations I refused to get back in, never bodyboarded since & no desire to do so despite having gone regularly for several years. Also nearly drowned in my mates kayak, mainly because he was a dick & left me on my own with only very basic instructions
Did a bit of sea kayaking there on my sit-on-top earlier in the year. Got tossed out near the shore, bonked pretty hard on the back of the head by the yak (wearing a helmet thank god), then nearly pulled back out despite only being in about 3 feet of water.
Scariest experience for me - eye surgery while fully conscious. Numerous times. Having a scalpel coming at my eye is not not an experience I'm keen to repeat in a hurry.
Vandenberg said:
Diving the arch at the Blue Hole in Dahab. Cant be that hard can it?, enter the water at bells, enter the blue hole, dive down 55m, then swim through a 30m arch. Who needs a guide?
https://youtu.be/jaiKS0jx2pA
I wasn't scared at the time, in fact i felt great (that would be the nitrogen narcosis dufus). I came very close that day.
Undoubtedly a near death experience (you are, or were, a loony, btw) but you weren't scared. Does it count?https://youtu.be/jaiKS0jx2pA
I wasn't scared at the time, in fact i felt great (that would be the nitrogen narcosis dufus). I came very close that day.
Kermit power said:
I was on a train a couple of months ago from Bristol to Taunton. As the ticket inspector started making his way down the train (before we'd left the station, which I thought was a bit odd), a woman going the other way starting screaming hysterically at him about how she'd lost her boy, and no, he couldn't look at her ticket, and where was her son and stop the train and he couldn't be left on his own, he was just behind me and now he's not, you've got to stop the train, he'll be terrified... I've never heard anyone get so much out in one breath!
You could see some people looking at her thinking "huh, bloody woman trying to get away without admitting she hasn't got a ticket", but most people clearly concerned for her and realising how they'd feel if they'd lost their little lad on a station platform.
About 5 minutes later, she comes back down the train followed by an absolutely mortified-looking lad who must've been 15 if he was a day, and a good three inches taller than she was!
This reminds me of a Tonrado on the French west coast near Biaritz. A woman was screaming that her baby was on the beach. A load of English dads went down..... He was found later wandering around the campsite. About 15 years old. Some serious winds - dad took the car down to save time. The yellow paint was sandblasted off the headlights. Also nearly killed us as a pine cone fell on to the top of the caravan and crushed the chimney of the gas boiler. Carbon monoxide was building up nicely overnight....You could see some people looking at her thinking "huh, bloody woman trying to get away without admitting she hasn't got a ticket", but most people clearly concerned for her and realising how they'd feel if they'd lost their little lad on a station platform.
About 5 minutes later, she comes back down the train followed by an absolutely mortified-looking lad who must've been 15 if he was a day, and a good three inches taller than she was!
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