I did a lot of things growing up to test fate, hide my pain and prove my macho. Things like jumping off the top of a train bridge that was over 50 feet high into a river and almost ripping off my arm, jumping off of high rocks into a river between rocks, catching rattlesnakes with my bar hands, climbing up the back side of Half Dome in Yosemite and hanging over the edge, solo free climbing (non-technical) mountain peeks in the Sierra's, driving out of control on acid in the mountains in my Porsche 911, building and racing a 911 race car that went 165mph and I took every drug imaginable in the 60's, 70's and 80's. (sober now for almost 14 years)
It's a miracle that I am still alive. I have given up all these past activities. Therefore, I am really hoping to someday completely put this obvious death wish behind.
Gwen