In the past three months I had to brushes with almost taking life and almost dying.
I was out running armed like normal and a random dude in a sweat shirt turns around with a gun in his hand and points it at me. I go for my pistol, move off the X it comes out of the holster, I realize it was a thirteen year old kid with an airsoft gun. If I had zipped the kid I would have been in the right even after I realized it was an airsoft gun.
I was out kayaking ending up being an idiot ditching my kayak three miles off shore when I was exhuasted, decided I could swim in. Realized I was screwed, it was getting dark, no one knew I was out there. For some odd reason I was carrying my cell phone I NEVER carry my cell phone when I kayak. I ended getting rescued by the coast guard.
I sometimes get panic attacks when I'm out running in the dark in my neighborhood (for some reason I have the feeling I'm out there all alone like I was in the middle of the water), I have sleeping problems, eating problems, I can't concentrate at work, and I have actually been crying a few times in the past week. Both of these events happened over two months ago. I think I'm coming to terms with how close these things were.
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