When I was about 20, a buddy and I stayed at my parents cabin out in the woods in the middle of nowhere. Our friends found out we were staying at the cabin and they deployed a fairly elaborate prank that stretched out over a few hours. They had us convinced that someone was trying to break in to kill us. I’m 46yo now and that’s still the only time I’ve ever feared for my life. It was well over a decade until I was comfortable being at the cabin by myself after dark.
Hit a tree in my truck at about 60Mph. Still get nervous about break failure and taking turns too fast. Very self conscious now about speed and being in control of whatever I’m driving/riding, even a bike. I used to be a daredevil, now I’m a lot more reserved.
Breaking up with my ex fiancée over the phone. My parents pushed me to not do it in person, fearing I would have given in to the crying.
They were right. I was young. I would have caved. The tears had already swayed me when I caught her cheating. My parents didn’t know about that until decades later. They just thought she was no good for me. They were right about that too. I’d wanted out since discovering her in a compromising situation but didn’t knew how and felt trapped. Young, stupid ideals, hadn’t thought things through, and no one local my age to talk it over with. What a relief in a way.
But. That call. My having to tell her. Hearing her voice break. The crying. Only she knows if they were real or crocodile. 70+ miles separation makes it hard to delineate, especially in the era before video calls. All I know is I felt like shite for months after. Ashamed that I couldn’t do it in person. Ashamed that I didn’t insist I do it in person. It will bother me to the end of my days. Not the ending of the relationship. The way I did it.
I went to school to become a funeral director for 2 years. When I was doing my clinicals we would go to a funeral home about an hour away as a class and work at least 12 hours, usually 14-18. We rode together in a passenger van provided by the college.
The night I decided I couldn’t handle the pressure and was going to leave the program we had about an hour before heading home. We were told one we had one more case to take care of. The ambulance pulled up and the driver got out with a brown paper bag sealed and labeled. It was a set of premature twin babies, around 5-6 months old I think. The mother had gone into labor and one had been delivered stillborn. The other came a while later I think stillborn as well.
For babies that size the only way to preserve the remains is to put them in a container of formaldehyde and let them “soak” basically. So we did the paperwork and put them in a tank of fluid to sit until the next day. This was about 1am. We’d been there since 5am the previous morning so we were all exhausted but we were all wide awake on the drive home. Not a chance in hell that memory every leaves my brain.
Iraq, we got ambushed it was pretty fucked up but fought our way and got insurgents in retreat I was on OP on the m240b as others gathered Intel and treated wounded, suddenly guy pops out an alley and starts walking towards us, I yell to halt he stop for a moment then started toward us, I fire warning shot yell halt again, he stops for longer acting odd but starts walking towards us again, I took the shot… suicide bombers were a thing and we have delt with them he wasn’t one just someone that had no clue as to what was going on
Seeing my dad dead on a hospice bed. I could see it was him but sensed he wasn’t there and it was weird and traumatic. We were close amd he was a big guy that was in shape into his 60s until cancer reduced him to skin and bones. Seeing him like that will haunt me forever.
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When I was about 20, a buddy and I stayed at my parents cabin out in the woods in the middle of nowhere. Our friends found out we were staying at the cabin and they deployed a fairly elaborate prank that stretched out over a few hours. They had us convinced that someone was trying to break in to kill us. I’m 46yo now and that’s still the only time I’ve ever feared for my life. It was well over a decade until I was comfortable being at the cabin by myself after dark.
I killed a man.
Hit a tree in my truck at about 60Mph. Still get nervous about break failure and taking turns too fast. Very self conscious now about speed and being in control of whatever I’m driving/riding, even a bike. I used to be a daredevil, now I’m a lot more reserved.
Breaking up with my ex fiancée over the phone. My parents pushed me to not do it in person, fearing I would have given in to the crying.
They were right. I was young. I would have caved. The tears had already swayed me when I caught her cheating. My parents didn’t know about that until decades later. They just thought she was no good for me. They were right about that too. I’d wanted out since discovering her in a compromising situation but didn’t knew how and felt trapped. Young, stupid ideals, hadn’t thought things through, and no one local my age to talk it over with. What a relief in a way.
But. That call. My having to tell her. Hearing her voice break. The crying. Only she knows if they were real or crocodile. 70+ miles separation makes it hard to delineate, especially in the era before video calls. All I know is I felt like shite for months after. Ashamed that I couldn’t do it in person. Ashamed that I didn’t insist I do it in person. It will bother me to the end of my days. Not the ending of the relationship. The way I did it.
I went to school to become a funeral director for 2 years. When I was doing my clinicals we would go to a funeral home about an hour away as a class and work at least 12 hours, usually 14-18. We rode together in a passenger van provided by the college.
The night I decided I couldn’t handle the pressure and was going to leave the program we had about an hour before heading home. We were told one we had one more case to take care of. The ambulance pulled up and the driver got out with a brown paper bag sealed and labeled. It was a set of premature twin babies, around 5-6 months old I think. The mother had gone into labor and one had been delivered stillborn. The other came a while later I think stillborn as well.
For babies that size the only way to preserve the remains is to put them in a container of formaldehyde and let them “soak” basically. So we did the paperwork and put them in a tank of fluid to sit until the next day. This was about 1am. We’d been there since 5am the previous morning so we were all exhausted but we were all wide awake on the drive home. Not a chance in hell that memory every leaves my brain.
Last thing I told my sister was that she should off herself. Then she died
I shot and killed a mentally handicapped man.
Iraq, we got ambushed it was pretty fucked up but fought our way and got insurgents in retreat I was on OP on the m240b as others gathered Intel and treated wounded, suddenly guy pops out an alley and starts walking towards us, I yell to halt he stop for a moment then started toward us, I fire warning shot yell halt again, he stops for longer acting odd but starts walking towards us again, I took the shot… suicide bombers were a thing and we have delt with them he wasn’t one just someone that had no clue as to what was going on
Seeing my dad dead on a hospice bed. I could see it was him but sensed he wasn’t there and it was weird and traumatic. We were close amd he was a big guy that was in shape into his 60s until cancer reduced him to skin and bones. Seeing him like that will haunt me forever.