Tell Us About a Time That You Were Really Scared

[BiPolarBear 497]

I crawled off of a scaffold inside a warehose onto a pile of boxes containing magazines. It was about twenty feet off the ground. The boxes were stacked on top of each outer organized by monthly edition. This meant that there were three or four boxes piled up per month and not interlocked with other piles. I was stetched out reaching for a magazine when the piles of boxes started shifting where I would fall to the concrete floor with a couple of tons of boxes on top of me. My heart started to race and I knew I was about to die. Nobody was around to help me. I spread my body out and even used the side of my head to get the boxes to stop shifting. Once I got them stopped, I started inching forward and finally got to a more stable section of the piles.

 

I was impressed with just how gripping real terror is. It must be what an impala feels like when a 70 mph cheeta is gaining ground.

 

Tell us about a time when you were scared out of your mind.

[Electric Mayhem 35]

My ex told me she was pregnant as a joke once.

[Giants Fan 85]

One time in college, before casinos were in Arizona, a group of my friends and I drove to Laughlin in one guys Mom's BMW. The road out of town is 2 lanes, 2-way and lots double line areas. Anyway, I was driving back to Arizona, and I could see a car coming the other way, and a car wanting to pass me ... so I maintained my speed, expecting the car to pull back in behind me ... considering the car coming in the other lane, but he went for it. I remember saying out loud, "This guy is crazy." and my friends were like, huh? And everything turned slow motion. I hit the breaks and veered to the right ... prepared to go off road if I had too, as did the car coming the other way and the passing car made it through by like inches. I thought I was about to head riight off the road to avoid the aftermath of a head-on. A few miles later .... we passed the same car on the side of the road ... we figure he had to change his shorts. Seriously. He just barely avoided a head on. I gotta hand it to that BMW too, handled really well ... when I needed it.

 

It's amazing how you make split second decisions sometimes that are EXACTLY right ... but I thought we were all gonna die for a second there.

[George Carlin 1]

GFIAFP = end of thread.

[Giants Fan 85]

Ya get it? Because I was paying attention to my mirrors, I was able to anticipate what could have been a fatal accident, and compensate, and because it was a BMW, I was also able to slide, AFTER jamming on the breaks at 65 MPH, in the direction I wanted to slide to give that extra foot of space that made the whole thing possible. The 3 other guys in that car are still my friends today and they all agree I saved their lives ... but they wont fail to mention, that they all fell asleep after that, and I got lost ... we almost ended up in San Diego.

 

So ... define "good driver".

[Voltaire 5,522]

I went hiking along a riverbed in China with some friends. We were walking a long time deep in the middle of nowhere with really mountain beautiful scenery. Our guide was a real badass ex-Chinese Special Forces. We walked the whole time and had gotten to a waterfall and at this point needed to swim. I took off my backpack, the guide went back and forth rock-climbing to get our backpacks across for us. I'm not exactly the best swimmer and not very experienced but it's only about 40-50 meters and I can normally do that.

 

Normally.

 

But that day I was a complete dumbass and didn't take off my shoes. It didn't look to o far, I figures I could handle it. I got about 1/3 of the way and realized it was a mistake so I changed direction to go rest for air at the side of the rockface and hold on. Problem was I couldn't move forward or back, my shoes were dragging me down and it was all I could do to just tread water. I tried to call for help but couldn't. Swallowed some water once, twice, three times. Was fighting to keep my head above water. I was just about ready to take of my shoes (I was still debating at this point if I should take off the shoes, if I did I would have lost them and there was no way to get another pair).

 

At this point, my girlfriend -who's literally half my size- (190 lbs vs 100 lbs) but a really fine swimmer comes to save me. At first, six to ten seconds, even with her help I wasn't moving but finally we got to the side. I had to grasp the rockface for 15-20 minutes to get my air back and breathe normally. She's lecturing me the whole time.

 

Took off my shoes, and the rst of my clothes -everything but my underwear- tried that swim again. Made it with only minor difficulty. The guide came was behind and brought my shoes and my clothes to me.

 

I never realized how much of a drag all my clothes were. I'd never tried to swim in anything but my swimming trunks before. I almost died. Never again.

[Giants Fan 85]

Sounds like a good rescue though. It baffles me ... and it happens all the time, people that can't swim very well put themselves in situations where they need help, sometimes just mental help, to recover and get to shore.

 

I remember one time as a kid, in a river I heard up river "WATER MOCCASIN!" which I didn't know WTF that was, expecting a shoe to come floating downstream, but I reacted as the people did around me ... and we watched a mean looking snake float by.

 

Nature can throw something mean at you, at any given time.

[phillybear 366]

One time, I was chasing some random guy with a scythe, and we ran down an alley. As I had him cornered, and I was starting to swing the weapon, much to my chagrin, the blade fell off. Well, I was really scared that he would get away. But I quickly regained my composure, and simply beat him to death with the handle of the scythe. Good times, good times.

[Fervid Ro 0]

i just looked at myself in the mirror for the first time in a couple of years. pretty frightening!

[Giants Fan 85]

One time, I was chasing some random guy with a scythe, and we ran down an alley. As I had him cornered, and I was starting to swing the weapon, much to my chagrin, the blade fell off. Well, I was really scared that he would get away. But I quickly regained my composure, and simply beat him to death with the handle of the scythe. Good times, good times.

 

That reminds me of a true story! I was supposed to meet some chick, at a bus stop, and as I was witing with my Mohawk ... in Tucsom in 1985 ... I heard some guys yelling comments at a red light ... anyway to make long story shorter, they came back ... and both heavy metal dudes got out of their '78 Maverick with nun-chucks. So, the one dude stayed at the car and I took the nun-chucks from the other dude and started flipping them around ... I dunno where I learned it ... it just came to me ... and I stopped, with the nun-chucks spread behind me and was like "C'mon .... come at me!" and the dude started pleading for his nun-chucks back ... and I decided to give 'em back and said, "Now, if you come at me again with 'em, I'll be forced to take them from you again and kick your ass with them." and he posed for a sec and I said ... "Go ahead ... you've been warned." and he decided to get back in the car, and they drove away.

 

Poosays. Nun-chucks are fheg weapons.

[Chronic Husker 86]

I went hiking along a riverbed in China with some friends. We were walking a long time deep in the middle of nowhere with really mountain beautiful scenery. Our guide was a real badass ex-Chinese Special Forces. We walked the whole time and had gotten to a waterfall and at this point needed to swim. I took off my backpack, the guide went back and forth rock-climbing to get our backpacks across for us. I'm not exactly the best swimmer and not very experienced but it's only about 40-50 meters and I can normally do that.

 

Normally.

 

But that day I was a complete dumbass and didn't take off my shoes. It didn't look to o far, I figures I could handle it. I got about 1/3 of the way and realized it was a mistake so I changed direction to go rest for air at the side of the rockface and hold on. Problem was I couldn't move forward or back, my shoes were dragging me down and it was all I could do to just tread water. I tried to call for help but couldn't. Swallowed some water once, twice, three times. Was fighting to keep my head above water. I was just about ready to take of my shoes (I was still debating at this point if I should take off the shoes, if I did I would have lost them and there was no way to get another pair).

 

At this point, my girlfriend -who's literally half my size- (190 lbs vs 100 lbs) but a really fine swimmer comes to save me. At first, six to ten seconds, even with her help I wasn't moving but finally we got to the side. I had to grasp the rockface for 15-20 minutes to get my air back and breathe normally. She's lecturing me the whole time.

 

Took off my shoes, and the rst of my clothes -everything but my underwear- tried that swim again. Made it with only minor difficulty. The guide came was behind and brought my shoes and my clothes to me.

 

I never realized how much of a drag all my clothes were. I'd never tried to swim in anything but my swimming trunks before. I almost died. Never again.

I wanna hear Mrs. Voltaire's version of this story.

[Apu Nahasapeemapetilon 0]

So I'm canoeing down a river with a couple of buddies and we're going under some trees hanging over these small rapids (maybe class 2 or 3). I reach up and grab the branches to push them out of my way. Damned if 2 frickin water mocassins don't drop right on my frickin lap. Not the big fat black cottonmouth kind that you find in GA/FL, but the scrawnier ones found more northwards. Still poisoness.

 

Anyway, one of them rolls onto the floor of the boat, the other one is in my lap. Sucker looks up at me and bites right into my life vest. Gets his teeth caught in the damn padding and is hanging from my front chest. I'm like "SNAKE".

 

My buddies abandon ship, and there like, dude, he's latched onto your chest. So they think I'm good as dead. They takes their oars and stab the other MFn snake until its head pops off...of course the body is still wriggling all around on the boat floor.

 

I'm like, get this damn thing off of me and they realize it isn't biting into me. After a couple of minutes trying to figure out how to get the vest off without getting bit, the thing finally dislodges itslef and falls into the boat. I beat that MFn snake into 100 pieces with my tackle box.

 

And so ends my scariest moment. F snakes

[Giants Fan 85]

I'm like, "SNAKE!"

 

lol

 

Good story.

[Slruc 0]

Those few brief seconds where the world turns into slow motion just before the car is about to hit you.

 

Learning about mortality is always frightening.

[TheNewGirl 1,638]

I was 16 years old and I drove this little Pontiac LeMans two door hatchback. One night, a few of us were at this guys house (Chad) - he was a real nutjob. Been in and outta jail a few times, just a REALLY dumb guy (rumor was that a horse trampled his head when he was little and lost ALL logical thinking at that time).

 

So, we all decided to go somewhere in my car (can't remember where).

 

My car usually seats three other passengers. I think that I had six or seven people crammed in my car that night.

 

We are driving back to Chad's house and he sees a black guy in a Blazer drive past us. He says really loud, "Hey, there's that n***** who was givin' me sh!t earlier." The rest of us were like, cause we didn't know what he was talking about.

 

We are driving down the road and I end up driving right next to the Blazer, who's window is down. Chad leans out MY window and yells, "Hey you fukking n*****!" I was like

 

The Blazer cuts in front of me at the next stop light and gets out of his car (keep in mind that Chad is yelling aobut n*****s this whole time out my window (it was the kind that rolled up, so I couldn't roll up my window fast enough).

 

Black guy gets out of the car, and we are all screaming for Chad to shut the fukk up. Guy kinda pushes back his jacket enough to let us know that he's got a gun. My best friend in the passenger seat puts the car in to gear and screams, "GO!!! Julie, GO!!! He's gota fukking gun." I turned the wheel and took off, all the while telling Chad that he is the dumbest mother fukker I have ever met.

 

That's the only time that I remember really being scared.

 

 

This other time, I was 15, and I was seeing this guy who used to sneak out of his parent's house all the time. So, one night, he sneaks out, tells me that he's going to push his truck backwards and I have to just back it down the street. I am 15, never driven a car before, and this one was a stick-shift too. I had two of my friends with me, and they refused to do it. Thing was, he just didn't want to start the car so his parents might hear.

 

So, he pushes this truck. I am driving backwards, feet pushing on whatever pedals I could find and the steering wheel is going nuts. I am screaming, my friends are screaming...I turn and look out the back window and the tailgate is headed for this HUGE Ford Econoline van. I turned the wheel immediately right (maybe left), and stomped on the brakes. Truck ended up going sideways in the middle of the street.

 

I always wonder what would have happened to me if I would have hit that van. I still feel sick sometimes when I think about it.

[Giants Fan 85]

Those few brief seconds where the world turns into slow motion just before the car is about to hit you.

 

Learning about mortality is always frightening.

 

I rmember one time in my old '69 Stang, I gave it some extra gas to make a light, but the breaks were not so good, and there was traffic backed up at the next light. So, I slam the brakes and am sliding towards imobile cars in front of me ... bracing for an accident. Well the nearest car saw in her rear view and pulled into the left hand turn lane .... and I just barely dinked the next cars bumper. The people in the back seat of the car I dinked where like ... "That was close!" and we all just drove away. Phew!

[TheNewGirl 1,638]

And of course, I was always scared sh!tless when I was having sex at my parents house, LOL.

 

Esp. when they were in the next room.

[Saturday Night Beaver 2]

Sep 11, 2001. My building, was right across the street from the WTC. My buidling the Deutsche Bank building suffered tons of damage. After my building was evacuated, I waited around a block away from the WTC, to look for my co-workers. I found one, and we started talking about what happened.

 

We talke for a few minutes and discussed how we would get home. Just then the first building came down. We took off running. Ran a few blocks and ducked into a building on lower Broadway. We were both covered in ashes.

 

As we walked towards Penn, we walked through Little Italy, which was set up for the big San Genaro Feast. My eyes were burning and I had to take a leak. I went into a restaurant to ask if I can use the bathroom. He said the restrooms were for customers only. I asked him to take a look at us, and said "Do you know where we were". He then said the bathroom were out of service. Focking ahole.

 

As we walked a little bit, we hit a restaurant in Soho, and the waitress gave us free drinks and let us use the bathroom to wash up. She was cool.

 

As we got closer to Penn, we heard figher jets over head, which was a litted scary.

 

Finally, made it home around 4pm, after leaving my office at 9:30.

 

Days after the attacks, we relocated to midtown. Every day for a month running, there were funerals outside of St Patricks for firmen and policeman. Very emotional, to say the least.

 

It all seems so sureal.

[Chronic Husker 86]

And of course, I was always scared sh!tless when I was having sex at my parents house, LOL.

 

Esp. when they were in the next room.

I was scared, too.

[RLLD 4,282]

It was February 1991. A frog missle attack has just taken out our helo and our generator in the camp. If a mortar/rocket attack can get any worse, it can happen to you in total darkness....

 

Once the power was out, and the rockets stopped the mortars kicked in and our compound was peppered with the crap until our own artillery was able to respond, it was 20 minutes that still gives me cold chills....

[Giants Fan 85]

You know what scared the shiat out of me? It was about 9 AM and I was walking to work in Hoboken, towards the PATH train .. and I saw all these people freaking out in Sinatra Park, and then I walked around the corner and saw a huge plume of smoke coming from the World Trade Center ... and I heard someone say a plane had hid it, and I heard behind me, 2 planes, and I said to this guy and his girl friend, "2 planes ... are you sure?" and they nodded and said, "2 different planes" and I kinda grinned that grin you get ... when you wanna kick some ass and I said, "That's a terrorist attack."

 

And I got on the last PATH train into downtown Manhattan ... under the river ... and I exited at 14th and 6th Ave, about 9:25 AM and I'll never forget what I saw, when I turned around and looked South. I think everyone on that train realized the danger ... but there was no question for us. We all had to go. We were all furious ... and we were all determined to support our country.

 

That train ride under the river ... was not so scary at the time for some reason ... but every time I took the PATH train after that ... was like a flashback. Like reliving 9/11 and I start to think ... "What if the tunnel collapsed and we all got drowned?"

 

Yeah the whole collapsing structures due to terrorist attacks, and Anthrax ... kinda scary ... when I really think about it .... it shoulda scared the pants off me the first time ... but it didn't.

[CurlyNight 0]

When we lived in Iran, it was during the revolution. Gun shot noises, strict curfew, and every main street armed with a teenage soldier with a rifle of some sort.

 

One night coming back from my aunt's house, we were stopped by one of these soldiers who at the time was my age. He asked what we were doing out when curfew is in a few minutes. He made all of us get out of the car, searched it for weapons, alcohol, drugs, whatever... I thought this is it! We are going to prison cuz now it is midnight! Focker held us up long enough so now we were past curfew, and still had some major streets to cross in order to get home. We got home ok, but later that same night I saw a man get shot in the leg outside my window. He was prolly drunk or not all there cuz he wasn't acknowledging the warnings. Every night back then was gun shots. We'd also lose electricity a lot at night too. Many times we would just all gather in a family member's house by kerosene lamp and play cards.

 

We tried to get out, mainly because I had been going to the american school there which of course closed and if I had to now go to a persian school, I'd be like in elementary school because my reading and writing of farsi wasn't kept up as well once I learned english.

 

It took 5 months for my family who had high contacts to work it so my mom, bro, and I could get out via the underground route. They couldn't do anything about my dad. He was highly educated and at that time they needed folks like that, despite my dad also being an american citizen. Over there, you are still a citizen there even if you have citizenship in another country. So we got out and it was another 3 months till my dad was snuck out via the underground- 3 months of agony thinking dad will get caught and killed. This was my scariest experience, the thought of my dad getting killed because we kept hearing how so and so was killed for trying to get out.

 

The part of my dad is prolly tied with when my mom and I were in a car accident that about killed us. I didn't much care about myself as I came to first, but my mom was unconscious too long and we were told she prolly wouldn't make it.

 

For me, nothing was worse than feeling your parents may die, especially as a teenager with a much younger bro to boot. My own near death experience didn't scare me because while I was pronounced dead for like 2 minutes, I was so at peace. So I have no fear of dying when it's my time. Sorry for you guys though, it's not just yet it seems.

[Jeff Garcia 8]

Ya get it? Because I was paying attention to my mirrors, I was able to anticipate what could have been a fatal accident, and compensate, and because it was a BMW, I was also able to slide, AFTER jamming on the breaks at 65 MPH, in the direction I wanted to slide to give that extra foot of space that made the whole thing possible. The 3 other guys in that car are still my friends today and they all agree I saved their lives ... but they wont fail to mention, that they all fell asleep after that, and I got lost ... we almost ended up in San Diego.

 

So ... define "good driver".

How did "you" save their lives? The other car would have been in the headon, not you. You maybe would have been side swiped. Unless I'm reading the story wrong. Why didn't you just slow down?

[Blitzen 1]

Twice in my life I have been very close to wild bears.

 

Walking in Carmanah Provincial Park in BC once, we heard something and turned around only to see a VERY large bear sitting about 20 feet from us. Just about freaked before realizing this thing was sitting down and eating tons of blackberries.

 

Walking in Whistler, BC near a new development. I got to an intersection of a wooded construction road and was totally surprised when a bear came running right out of the intersection, about 10 feet in front of me. Just about shat my pants before the bear, that seemed freaked out of its mind by the contruction gear, just turned its tail and ran away.

[Brown Eyed Girl 1]

Wow CN!!! I had no idea you'd been through all that.

 

[Electric Mayhem 35]

When we lived in Iran, it was during the revolution. Gun shot noises, strict curfew, and every main street armed with a teenage soldier with a rifle of some sort.

 

One night coming back from my aunt's house, we were stopped by one of these soldiers who at the time was my age. He asked what we were doing out when curfew is in a few minutes. He made all of us get out of the car, searched it for weapons, alcohol, drugs, whatever... I thought this is it! We are going to prison cuz now it is midnight! Focker held us up long enough so now we were past curfew, and still had some major streets to cross in order to get home. We got home ok, but later that same night I saw a man get shot in the leg outside my window. He was prolly drunk or not all there cuz he wasn't acknowledging the warnings. Every night back then was gun shots. We'd also lose electricity a lot at night too. Many times we would just all gather in a family member's house by kerosene lamp and play cards.

 

We tried to get out, mainly because I had been going to the american school there which of course closed and if I had to now go to a persian school, I'd be like in elementary school because my reading and writing of farsi wasn't kept up as well once I learned english.

 

It took 5 months for my family who had high contacts to work it so my mom, bro, and I could get out via the underground route. They couldn't do anything about my dad. He was highly educated and at that time they needed folks like that, despite my dad also being an american citizen. Over there, you are still a citizen there even if you have citizenship in another country. So we got out and it was another 3 months till my dad was snuck out via the underground- 3 months of agony thinking dad will get caught and killed. This was my scariest experience, the thought of my dad getting killed because we kept hearing how so and so was killed for trying to get out.

 

The part of my dad is prolly tied with when my mom and I were in a car accident that about killed us. I didn't much care about myself as I came to first, but my mom was unconscious too long and we were told she prolly wouldn't make it.

 

For me, nothing was worse than feeling your parents may die, especially as a teenager with a much younger bro to boot. My own near death experience didn't scare me because while I was pronounced dead for like 2 minutes, I was so at peace. So I have no fear of dying when it's my time. Sorry for you guys though, it's not just yet it seems.

 

I saw blood on my toilet paper once

[Giants Fan 85]

One of my best friends, PFC Aaron MacNeil was in the Arizona Army Reserves in college. Of course, kids proven to withstand Arizona heat were sent off to Iraq in 1990. He drove a fuel truck.

 

I remember, the first letter he sent back ... he was writing by candlelight in his tent ... and he said he could feel the ground shake, and see the candle flicker as the bombs hit the front line nearby. He drove the: "Highway of Death". Brought back pictures from there too.

 

That musta been scary.

 

You know, one thing that still kinda cracks me up about 9/11 is I was standing outside my office building with a bunch of people ... and I grew up in Arizona ... two major AFB's here ... I can tell the difference in sound between an F-16 and an A-10.

 

Anyway ... there was this loud WWWWOOOOOOSH! and everyone started freaking out and running for cover and I was like , "People .. people .... calm down! That was an F class fighter ... the Air Force is here!" Sure enough, a pair of F-16s were casing Manhattan ... but nobody had ever seen/heard that before. Scared the crap outta everyone ... at the time. As you might think it would, given the previous plane crashes that morning.

[brinett9 0]

I crawled off of a scaffold inside a warehose onto a pile of boxes containing magazines.

"I have a stack of nudie books THIS high."

[56 0]

I was driving all night with a buddy who was supposed to split the driving, but got too blasted to get behind the wheel. I had driven all night, and when the sun came up I pulled over at a rest stop in the mid west and woke my buddy up telling him it was his turn to drive. He went inside the rest stop to get some coffee, and I passed out in the passenger seat.

 

The next thing I know, I am awoken by him screaming and the sound of stuff being smashed. I have no idea what is happening, but all I can see is green, and long green leaves getting sucked into the car from every open window. Tons of leaves filling the interior, the car is spinning around violently, and the engine is screaming. This went on for at least 30 seconds before I had even the slightest idea what was happening. Since I was already sleeping hard when this happened, I thought we were either being attacked by giant locousts or had gotten sucked into a tornado.

 

What really had happened is my buddy had downed a cup of joe and jumped behind the wheel and headed off down the highway. He got about 3 miles before he fell asleep, and drove off the side of the road. The car we were in had an after market cruise controll that was not installed properly, so it did not kill the gas when you hit the brakes. He had driven off the highway into a cornfield with the cruise controll on, and we plowed through the 8 ft high corn stalks for a quarter mile before I was able to reach over and kill the cruise controll. He was hitting the brakes the whole time, which only made the car spin around in giant doughnuts.

 

We made some interesting crop circles that morning, let me tell you.

[parrot 790]

I was going to post about the time we rolled my buddy's truck in high school but RLLD and Curly Night ROONED it for everybody else.

[Brown Eyed Girl 1]

I've told this story before, but wth.

 

We were at a restaurant having dinner celebrating a friend's birthday - table full of about 12 people. (I remember it clear as day because it was the day that O.J. was in his bronco chase from the cops. We were watching it play out on t.v. at the place while eating).

 

Anyway, I started laughing at something someone said and the shrimp that I had just put into my mouth lodged in my throat and literally cut off my air. Scariest feeling not being able to breathe at all!

 

I panicked and stood up trying to get out from where I was seated in the middle of the table and my husband noticed what was happening and he heimliched me a couple of times and that piece of shrimp shot right out of my mouth and onto the middle of the table!

 

I now have a fear of choking. (no quote manip. here, please - TIA)

[CurlyNight 0]

Wow CN!!! I had no idea you'd been through all that.

 

Those are the terrifying moments. If I were to list the scariest ones as well, I'd need to write a novel.

[Slruc 0]

he heimliched me a couple of times

(no quote manip. here, please - TIA)

 

[CurlyNight 0]

I was going to post about the time we rolled my buddy's truck in high school but RLLD and Curly Night ROONED it for everybody else.

Post it. The topic is what was scariest for you.

 

I saw blood on my toilet paper once

I remember you posted about that. Seems you are doing ok now, no?

[Slruc 0]

It was the end of 2005 and LatinPimp took out a message board I frequent.

 

I kept checking but it wouldn't return.

 

I thought I had lost it forever.

 

[parrot 790]

Post it. The topic is what was scariest for you.

Well yeah but compared to rocket attacks and roaming death squads...

[Giants Fan 85]

I've told this story before, but wth.

 

We were at a restaurant having dinner celebrating a friend's birthday - table full of about 12 people. (I remember it clear as day because it was the day that O.J. was in his bronco chase from the cops. We were watching it play out on t.v. at the place while eating).

 

Anyway, I started laughing at something someone said and the shrimp that I had just put into my mouth lodged in my throat and literally cut off my air. Scariest feeling not being able to breathe at all!

 

I panicked and stood up trying to get out from where I was seated in the middle of the table and my husband noticed what was happening and he heimliched me a couple of times and that piece of shrimp shot right out of my mouth and onto the middle of the table!

 

I now have a fear of choking. (no quote manip. here, please - TIA)

 

Mebee try not to be a food inhaling, fat ho as a start.

[Voltaire 5,522]

I wanna hear Mrs. Voltaire's version of this story.

 

This was the woman that wanted to post here (never did) but me worrying about her coming here led to the creation of the Mrs. Voltaire alias.

 

This is a grat, great woman by the way, super high-acheiver, brilliant, beautiful. The works. Too busy though and prioritizes career over family which was too much for a simple, family-minded guy like myself.

 

I'd love to hook her up with somebody else. She's still a great friend. She's ultra-fine but doesn't have much free time. Somebody that doesn't worry about that would be thrilled to have her.

[CurlyNight 0]

Well yeah but compared to rocket attacks and roaming death squads...

And all the Ayatollahs changing the laws every day too! Things are much better over there for my family now, but back then it was askeery. We got out before the Iran/Iraq war started, but my fam over there has some real scary stories to tell- like when they were bombing areas where the rich people live to get at the mullahs and a bomb went off a block away from my aunt's house, shattering all her windows. She was actually on the phone with my mom at the time. Talk about be scared for someone else!

I can't say our family get togethers are boring when we look back on our lives- even beyond living in Iran. We're just walking time bombs I guess.

[Giants Fan 85]

Too bushy though ...

 

Well that is a problem.