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So what scares the absolute PEE WADDING out of Ya?

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I had crawled into the engine compartment just about a far as I could get. I'm in so far upside down, that there is no room to move.
I can feel my ears getting red from the blood that is settling in my head instead of my feet like it's supposed to be.
I even have that feeling in my nose that you get when you're in the pool and get some water up where it ain't supposed to be.
It's gonna take me a minute or two to get outta here....normally.

I see a little motion in front of my face, crossed my eyes up as tight as they will go....and there is a SPIDER, ON THE BILL OF MY CAP, LITTLE PRICK IS HANGING BY A THREAD, BOUNCING, RIGHT BETWEEN MY EYES!!!
The higher I lift my head, the closer he gets to my nose!!! JESUS!!

There is no way to get either hand around to defend myself from what I know is going to be a deadly bite from a heavily tooth ladened aracnoid.
I tore a small hole in the back of my head, lost the hide off all my knuckles on the right hand and punctured a pair of weeping wounds in both elbows.
Jumped from the rig and flung my hat about as far as one can in a 20 X 24 shop before my feet hit the floor.

And then to add insult to injury, my wife, my sweet, understanding wife, real camly asked "Another spider dear?"
I hate that!!!
 
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Kind of like meeting a snake when you are crawling under a house with barely enough room to expand your chest to breathe. No fun at all! That furnace a/c job was slow to be completed. Boss's boy thought it was funny till later that summer when one crawled across his arm while running a tank fill pipe.
 
The only thing that comes to mind in recent memory where it scared the heck out of me was when my son was on the zipline and took a fall. He was doing the hanging fashion where you just hang on to a handle for the ride.

Well, he launched out of the tree stand (their starting platform) and only got about 10' down the ride before he lost his grip (he was wearing gloves which caused the loss of grip) and down he went, from a height of probably 15'.

Although he tried to keep his feet down, they kind of slid out from under him when he landed and he went down hard on his butt. I saw it happen and the fear of a major back injury came flashing into my mind. His sister who was right near the fall did the instinctive thing and picked him up which made me panic even more. I was running as fast as my old legs could carry me while still seeing the look on his face. He wasn't breathing.

Luckily, it ended up where it only knocked the wind out of him and gave him some soreness for a couple days. I was truly terrified for that first 15 seconds.
 
Snakes and spiders don't bother me, IF I know they're there. It's when one surprises me that makes me skip a breath. Like the day I was working on the sump pump drain line in the yard that had been opened up for a day or so. I was on my knees straddling the pipe getting ready to fit an elbow on when a snake stuck his head out of the pipe. I tried to cut his head off with the garden trowel I had handy. He popped back in the pipe. I just hooked it back up and went inside to flush a few 5 gallon buckets of water down the sump.
 
OhioTC18 said:
Snakes and spiders don't bother me, IF I know they're there. It's when one surprises me that makes me skip a breath.
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Ditto that. But even a cuddly bunny rabbit can catch me off guard and startle me.

OTOH what actually scares me are heights. While flying doesn't scare me at all, climbing to the top of a ladder, that scares me. Walking too close to the edge of just about anything, that scares me. Climbing stairs on the railing side instead of the wall side, when the staircase is open beyond the railing, that scares me.

When I was young I was involved in a ski lift accident. Not my fault. I was not even injured. But at least one person was helicoptered off the mountain with compound fractures of both legs. I was rescued after dangling from the lift over jagged rocks. So I have an irrational fear of heights, I can't shake the fear but you won't see me go up the Eiffle tower in Paris, you won't find me standing at the edge of an outcropping at the Grand Canyon, but I have been on many ski-lifts since that accident and never gave up that sport.

Like I said, irrational fear.
 
I hate being up high on ladders when it's wobbly. I can handle heights on seemingly solid ground or even looking off a cliff. I won't do a zip line if it's really high - at least not if I can avoid it. My pride will make me do things I don't want to do.

I also don't like being in small boats really far out at sea where I can't see land. I want to know which direction to swim.
 
Heights and ladders are my fears . Two words = Boom Lift !!!!! Best money I ever spent .
I froze high up on a construction job years ago . I guess I really never got over it .
 
The thing that scares me most is not waking up in the morning , or worse yet my wife not waking up in the morning , as I would trully be lost without her , I have far to much to do & fear leaving her with the projects I have not been able to finish yet .

We only have each other to depend on by choice , but I depend on my wife far more then she does me in all honesty .
 
Cowboy said:
The thing that scares me most is not waking up in the morning , or worse yet my wife not waking up in the morning , as I would trully be lost without her , I have far to much to do & fear leaving her with the projects I have not been able to finish yet .

We only have each other to depend on by choice , but I depend on my wife far more then she does me in all honesty .
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Well Then maybe this is your "WakeUp" call . I have a neighbor that needs to get his projects done . I have not seen him finish a project in 25 years . He is almost 70 now and keeps talking like he will live forever . He will leave his wife in "One Hell" of a mess someday . I bet he easily has $100,000 in unfinished projects around his house . I got tired and quit helpping him a few years ago when I realize he was just using me . He actually got mad and told me " You think you know your friends" after I refused to build him a new garage . I learned my lesson that day .


Sorry for getting off track of the poster .....
 
Creepy crawlies don't bother me.
Flying does, as do tornadoes and bad stormy weather.
IOW, things I have no control over.
For some reason, the thought of death doesn't scare me much when it comes to my own.
Now, losing someone I love, yes.
 
BigAl said:
Well Then maybe this is your "WakeUp" call . I have a neighbor that needs to get his projects done . I have not seen him finish a project in 25 years . He is almost 70 now and keeps talking like he will live forever . He will leave his wife in "One Hell" of a mess someday . I bet he easily has $100,000 in unfinished projects around his house . I got tired and quit helpping him a few years ago when I realize he was just using me . He actually got mad and told me " You think you know your friends" after I refused to build him a new garage . I learned my lesson that day .


Sorry for getting off track of the poster .....
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Al, I think you missed the point of CB's post. He was saying losing his wife scares him. Not losing someone to do projects for him.:neutral:
 
Cowboy said:
The thing that scares me most is not waking up in the morning , or worse yet my wife not waking up in the morning , as I would trully be lost without her , I have far to much to do & fear leaving her with the projects I have not been able to finish yet .

We only have each other to depend on by choice , but I depend on my wife far more then she does me in all honesty .
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That's a very sweet thing to say Cowboy. :wink:
 
tsaw said:
Al, I think you missed the point of CB's post. He was saying losing his wife scares him. Not losing someone to do projects for him.:neutral:
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Sorry about that ... I been bad lately , I am down to less than a half barrel of Rum and I start getting a little crazy tryin to ration it until the ship shows up with the next supply .
 
That is what I LIKE about this forum. I'm on several others and while they are technically nice, this one has REAL people.
Cowboy got me to thinkin' 'what if I lost my wife?'

SOOOO....I think when she gets home this evening, after she gets my beer for me, and supper, and the newspaper... I'll see if she wants to play TSA!!!! :wink:
Why hell, I even let her have the badge first and I'll be the passenger.
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ya, I'd be pretty much hosed if i lost my wife. I know a guy around here that did just that-- woke up in the morning, she was dead next to him in bed ( he was in his mid 40's ):(

about the only other thing that scare me is Hospitals and Doctors
 
muleman said:
Get out the fuzzy pink cuffs and feathers!
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ok THATS what scares me :yum::yum::yum::yum::yum:


also, flying. i have a partial fear of heights i guess. as long as im attatched to the ground somehow, im ok. like on the roof of a house, ect. its just if theres nothing between me and the ground, thats what it bothers me.

im not gonna tell you what really scares the hell out of me, because, just as Lithium and my mom does, yall will likely do your best to give me a heartattack :hammer: :yum:
 
Rusty, I am petrified of heights. I am nearly useless on a 8' ladder, much less on my roof. However, hanging my head out the open door of my airplane at 3000' cranked over into a steep bank, doesn't bother me a bit.

No, I'm not normal.
 
Av8r3400 said:
Rusty, I am petrified of heights. I am nearly useless on a 8' ladder, much less on my roof. However, hanging my head out the open door of my airplane at 3000' cranked over into a steep bank, doesn't bother me a bit.

No, I'm not normal.
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I fly no where near as much as you do, but like you, scared to death of an 8 foot ladder but no problem driving over the lake at a 8000, opening the door, throwing out a roll of toilet paper, and going chasing after it.
 
waybomb said:
I fly no where near as much as you do, but like you, scared to death of an 8 foot ladder but no problem driving over the lake at a 8000, opening the door, throwing out a roll of toilet paper, and going chasing after it.
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so you are the one who TP'd Doc's houseboat :yum::yum::yum::yum:
 
Two things.

I hate getting my hair cut. It goes back to the days as a kid when my father had to drag me to the barber, my mother couldn't handle me, and letting that Nazi camp commendant cut my hair with those hand clippers. I swear he tore more out by the roots than he ever cut. Even today, I only get it cut about 3 times a year when my hairdresser calls me up and tells me that if I don't get in there in the next couple of weeks, she's going to charge me double. That usually does it.

Secondly, I hate flying. I used to fly a lot commercially at one time and I hated every minute of it. The smaller the plane is, the worse I am. I am way beyond white knuckle. That's why I used to like flying 1st class best. At least there I could get absolutely sauced and legless before we even started taxiing. The attendants learned not to wake me up to ask what I wanted to eat 'coz the answer was always, "Nothing. Bring more vodka". It's much better to just let me sleep but I wake up at every bump or change in engine noise. Strangely enough, helicopters don't bother me. I actually like them.
 
Planes have never scared me. I've been on the big boys to the prop commuters. I love flying in a small Cessna. Hell I even jumped out of one on purpose. And it landed just like I knew it should.
Ladders I can do, I used to work off of 32-40 footers. Bucket trucks over 65 feet are different. On any bucket truck, I have to leave my tools on the ground, ride that bucket all the way up and back down. And only then will I pick up the tools and get to work. I could stay up there all day then.
Put me on a ferris wheel or the sky ride at the fair........I'm all white knuckles holding on. And don't EVEN try to talk to me. I won't answer you until I'm walking again. I can only guess it's because there is nothing under my feet.
 
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