Loads of Times

I used to do rock climbing, and on a few of my trips up the mountains I came pretty damn close to death. The one that sticks out the most is when I was abseiling down a cliff face, with a 50 meter drop below me. The safety equipment at the top failed, and I fell about 10 meters before the equipment snagged on some rocks above me. It was real cliffhanger type stuff with the rope slipping, and equipment falling. I had to grab on to the rock and climb the rest of the way down.
Then there was the time that a big chunk of of the cliff face collapsed, sending boulders down to where we were packing up our equipment. We had to run pretty fast to get out of there. I still remember boulders flying past my head as I ran. No one was injured though.
Then there was the time I choked on a sweet in the middle of the night when a friend of mine made me laugh uncontrollably. My friend tried to help me, but he didn't know what to do. I couldn't breathe for about 3 minutes, and just as the world started going dark, the sweet started melting in my windpipe, and I could get some air in.
The most recent event happened about 3 years ago. I had just stepped out of a pub, and wanted to cross the road, when a drunk driver came racing down the road. He must've thought I was gonna run in front of him or something, because he hit the brakes, and started to swerve towards me. I had to jump backwards to avoid being hit. I still remember feeling the side mirror graze my shirt as he sped past. I don't know if I would've been killed though, but surely I would've ended up in hospital.
Strange though, that during all these times I came close to death, I didn't feel fear or terror, but instead excitement! Those times are the times when I feel more alive than ever. I actually enjoyed it. I must be nuts :/
TCat TCat
26-30, M
Jul 12, 2007