What scares you?
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I'm not afraid of snakes, but if you ever hear a rattlesnake buzz, it's a sound you'll never forget.
The media's power to influence people.
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I’d be dead of the heart attack before the venom got me.....and it wouldn’t be close!
The only time i know for sure i heard one, and saw the snake, i did not know what the sound was, and still almost stepped on the damned thing.
I was in a junkyard near Big Spring, TX, helping a buddy in his search for parts for his junkass Triumph TR. Before i got close enough to get bit, i stopped. A junkyard employee dashed over, picked up a rusty piece of driveline and beat the thing to death.
Left to my own Northern PA devices, i would have gotten struck.
Then i would have died of a coronary at age 23.
What scares you?
Facing death and thinking of "what might have been."
Facing death and thinking of "what might have been."
Im glad you're still with us, fair. If something were to happen to you before Johnny Maestro makes the HOF, that would be unspeakable.
Thanks dem. The void I felt at the Hall, knowing he was not there, will haunt me for the rest of my days. I must do what I can to correct this injustice.
I'm pretty sure Fair is planning to go out while over-exerting himself in a heart-shaped tub.
Not much freaks me out, but lighting storms while fishing make me internally pucker. Especially with out-riggers. Never bothered me growing up but had a bad experience in the Bahamas.
I have to admit, I cannot see a needle go into me, or anyone else for that matter (I have had IV a few times and I have this irrational fear that the needle will break off inside of me. I know, stupid). I also cannot stand anything with my eyes, I cannot take eyedrops to save me. And when I see my wife out her contacts in, in my head I am thinking “Jesus Christ, that thing is touching your eyeball!!!” Who invented those?? Time is soon here, and I will be going straight to glasses!
One night last June I couldn’t sleep, so I got up, took out my iPad and went to BWI. There was a thread about this big apartment fire in London that was going on that very moment. I started reading the thread, which included photos of the fire. Then I eventually googled it and read all kinds of harrowing stories. I even came across actual iPhone footage from a woman who lived on the top floor and posted it all on Facebook. She opened her door and all she could see was smoke. Then she went to the window and it was 20-something stories down. She was totally freaking out — and through modern day technology I was there with her.
Anyway, that was scary.
One good thing is I made sure my smoke detector was working. In fact, I called my fire department and they came over and installed four of them.
Anyway, that was scary.
One good thing is I made sure my smoke detector was working. In fact, I called my fire department and they came over and installed four of them.
My daughter is learning Arabic and wants to work for an NGO in the Middle East. THAT scares the crap out of me.
I get a shot in one of my eyes about every 6-8 weeks- so I take it you wouldn't care for that?
Nope. I would just have to live with whatever affliction that is alleviating! Aging is just the fancy word for pain management.
Not too many things scare me, but no way am I living anywhere near this
That there really is a God.
Cliffs. If there is a railing I'm fine but no railing and I don't want to be any where near the edge. I also can't stand seeing others on the edge. Having just spent a couple of days in Arches national park and canyon lands I pushed that fear to the edge. Pun intended.
Wait until you have to take a needle to the eye or eyes, that's a whole nother level of mind fluck.
At almost 68, it seems I've become afraid of everything. Years ago, I didn't have the time to fear. I had so much to do everyday.You know, keeping 4 cars on the road, college tuition to pay,seemingly endless obligations.Wake up early, fall into bed too exhausted to worry. Being left alone, without a task, was a rare treat. Life does funny things to us. My Mom passed 23 years ago on Thanksgiving Day. Within a five year span my Mother in Law and my Dad were gone. Then 10 years ago, within a 10 month period my Father in Law (who I grew very close to), my best friend and my Wife died. Try looking at that wedding picture, you know, the one of the bride and groom, with both parents......and you are the only one here.
It seems if I don't have anything to fear now, I invent something.
It seems if I don't have anything to fear now, I invent something.
Yet everything you were afraid of, happened, and here you are. That is an amazing story.
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That's a very good way to express that thought, Dem. I was thinking the same thing but couldn't quite put it into words.
Although, I'm afraid of Bad Hombres.
Although, I'm afraid of Bad Hombres.
Some very thoughtful responses in this thread.
My previous joke aside, what really scares me is Alzheimer's Disease. It runs in my family, and after seeing what it did to them, I want no part of it. My grandfather was physically well into his early 90s, and the slow degradation of mental capacity was so hard to watch.
My previous joke aside, what really scares me is Alzheimer's Disease. It runs in my family, and after seeing what it did to them, I want no part of it. My grandfather was physically well into his early 90s, and the slow degradation of mental capacity was so hard to watch.
There was a segment on 60 Minutes maybe a month ago on AZ. A married couple has been interviewed annually for about 10 years as she’s slipped into the depths of AZ and he’s tried to cope and take care of her. It was heartbreaking to watch, not only for this couple, but knowing how many more families are impacted by this life-stealing disease.
My condolences re: your grandfather.
Give yourself time. French philosopher.
Thank you--I'm going to search for that segment online somewhere. It sounds quite interesting.
I might have shared this store here before, so if I did, I apologize. My grandfather went from a calm & resolute union president, congressional candidate, and local politician to an angry, agitated person in a nursing home. I was very close to both he and my grandmother--in most ways, they raised me.
He'd have many bad days where he'd go into a fit for no reason and become extremely agitated. He always "knew" me during visits, however he had trouble remembering my dad and uncle (his sons). Many bad days in a row and one day of almost complete clarity--it was so strange. It seemed that when he became upset about something, he didn't know what to do, knew it, and this pushed him further into the abyss.
Towards the end, he went entirely non-communicative. After a brief hospitalization, they took him back to the nursing home and we were all advised to say our goodbyes. The wife and I went to see him, and when he saw us walk into the room, he exclaimed our names, sat up, and we had the most normal conversation I had with him in years. He went from syllables and noises to normal conversation.
As we were preparing to leave on this day, my grandfather did something he never did previously: Mention my grandmother. He asked if "Gigi" had our new address (we had just moved); we said yes and gave our goodbyes. The wife and I left somewhat encouraged by the visit.
Around 6-7am the very next day, my mother called to tell me he passed away.
I've read that Alzheimer's patients often have this moment of clarity right before they pass away. Nevertheless, it was an incredibly moving experience that still gives me chills. Not only did he go from non-communicative to normal conversation, he remembered that I recently moved and asked if my grandmother had the new address.
I'm not the most religious person in the world, but I felt that this was truly a religious moment in life. The wife and I are so glad we made the drive to be there with him on the last day of his life.
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Not too many things scare me, but no way am I living anywhere near this
There are only two things in this world that scare me and one is nuclear war. [The other is] Carnies. Circus folk. Nomads, you know. Smell like cabbage. Small hands."
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60 Minutes: Season 50, Episode 30, shown on April 22, 2018. It’s the third segment entitled “For Better or For Worse”.
60 Minutes: Season 50, Episode 30, shown on April 22, 2018. It’s the third segment entitled “For Better or For Worse”.
What scares me are people so 100% convinced they know why someone acted a certain way without even understanding the facts of the situation.
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