afraid to die?

When I was 6 I remember having really scary thoughts all the time that our house would burn down in the middle of the night. Not so much a fear of death, more a fear of fire that little kids always had.

I also used to have a fear that a giant real life Mr Yuck sticker was hiding in my closet. Remember Mr Yuck? That sticker your mom put on all the household chemicals you weren't supposed to drink? I thought a 5-foot version with arms and legs was hiding in my closet, LOL.

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My mom used to always cringe when people told there kids who were really young that people were "just sleeping" when they were really dead.

She would rant "great, now your kid is going to think he'll die every night because they'll make the connection some day you jerks"...

She was always about being totally honest with us, about what was going on in the world.

If we were confused... well no shit, life's confusing and it's constructive to find and figure some stuff out on your own. Some things we never really do figure out.

hahahah! Mr.Yuck brings back so many memories. It was on all of our phones and I used to dial the number and just be confused.

Anyone ever dial 911 as a little one and get reamed for it?

Watch out shneed.

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hahahah! Mr.Yuck brings back so many memories. It was on all of our phones and I used to dial the number and just be confused.

Anyone ever dial 911 as a little one and get reamed for it?

Watch out shneed.

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Can't sleep, clown will eat me!

You say it was dumb to get caught in a hurricane. Whats dumb is going to were the hurrican is going to hit just because we had an island pass. My parents owned a cottage which gave them a pass which got us on the island to check the property. There was a line of cars 8 to 10 miles long leaving and one car full of to dumb a$$ guys heading in for the storm. I did stage a little show fo CNN like we where buying supplies and they took the bait and followed us around the store. It was cool because it came on and the guy was saying heres two guys getting ready for the storm and they show use getting tape, water etc... Then he said "and now they are getting the essentials" as we where taking two cases of beer out of the cooler. The hurrican braised the island and we only saw winds up to 60 mph. I will never do that again as that cottage on stilts was rocking pretty good with the 60 mph wind that did hit.

Well, I was in a concrete apartment, and had to put the mattress up on the sliding doors cause the winds went up to 125MPH and they were bowing, also it blew in the bedroom window. We were lucky...Punta Gorda got the eye, we didn't. It was quite an experience. If I remember correctly, It was the worst hurricane to ever hit Southwest Florida, and at the time it was the 2nd worst hurricane on record. I think it's now the 3rd. Not sure though.
The worst part of it was the fact that we lost power for a while. Like about a week. It was MISERABLE. 95+ degree heat, and 90+ humidity with no AC sucks.

I like the outlook on life here. Gotta make sure you take time each day for yourself.

For some, living life means traveling. For others, it's playing sports. And for others, it's simply taking the time to spend around family and friends. You don't have to be a risk taker or a bungee jumper to live life to the fullest. If you like bungee jumping, by all means, go do it and live your life. But if you like simply making sure you're sitting down to dinner with your family and not working 12 hours a day, then by all means do that.

I think it would be really hard to die knowing that you spent way too much time working, and not enough time doing the things you love, whatever they may be. To me, being on the "sidelines" means working way too much.

Yeah, I can agree with that. To each his own. If you are in too much fear to do something that you are interested in, then you are not living life. That applies to people that work 12 hours a day, cause you're afraid to leave that lifestyle, or try a new career. It all applies.

I used to have similar thoughts around middle school age too. I think it happens to a lot of kids around that time, because you're no longer a little kid and you're able to comprehend a bit more of the world around you.

Add me to the list. I went through a stretch where I insisted on taking my pulse every night before I went to sleep. Strange, I know

Anyone been near dath?

Probably the closest I ever actually came to death was my senior year of high school. Last week of school, I had what started as a simple itch on my finger and a headache. That night at the dinner table I picked up my fork and I suddenly felt like I was on fire. I threw the fork and started shaking violently. My brother grabbed me and pinned me down. We went straight to the hospital where a bunch of tests were done on me. Everything came out normal.

They figured it was a one time occurrence so I was sent back home. The next morning I felt totally fine and went to take my last final ever in high school. Came back home and when I started to put my hands around the remote control to watch tv the same thing happened again. I started shaking like mad.

Over the next two weeks my temperature was averaging 105 degrees, I couldnt' hold anything, I couldn't walk without assistance, a whole layer of skin peeled off, I lost nearly all my hair, my eyes were blood red, and I dropped 45 pounds.

But no matter how many doctors I was sent to all over the mid-Atlantic not one doctor could diagnose what I had. And since they didn't know they were reluctant to give me any medicine. Plus I'm allergic to aspirin.

Finally, the day I've always feared came. My primary doctor sat me down and basically told me that unless they could figure out was happening it was very possible I wouldn't recover, and that my family and I should prepare for that possibility.

I gotta say, I was numb. I don't know if it was that I was too sick to feel fear but I was more confused than anything else. Like "Ok, now what do I do?"

Ultimately, while they still don't know what I had, I got better. Mainly because my dad decided I wasn't going down without a fight and had me put on any and every medicine hoping one would work. It was about 6 months before I fully recovered and got to 100%. Even today, nearly 15 years later I have some residual effects actually.

Sheesh... that's one way to bring us down and ruin a day. Think HAPPY THOUGHTS.

really matty god

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Anyone been near dath?quote]

I can count on two hands how many times. It is not something to brag about. Your sense of helplessness is magnified, your heart races, and adrenalin pumps. In your mind you are scared and accept it as being inevitable, but you body does not stop fighting. Short breaths, pounding heart, feintness, and fear of the unknown are all constant. If you did not believe in God, now you do and hope that he will save you from the tragedy that has become your life and possibly your death. When it is over you are either dead or realize how fragile life really is.

[quote=SmootSmack;307430]
Anyone been near dath?quote]

I can count on two hands how many times. It is not something to brag about. Your sense of helplessness is magnified, your heart races, and adrenalin pumps. In your mind you are scared and accept it as being inevitable, but you body does not stop fighting. Short breaths, pounding heart, feintness, and fear of the unknown are all constant. If you did not believe in God, now you do and hope that he will save you from the tragedy that has become your life and possibly your death. When it is over you are either dead or realize how fragile life really is.


taht is bascially right