You might be surprised what you’ll do when the shit hits the fan. I’ve saved my own life twice, arguably three times. I think most people can summon more courage than they think when confronted with life-or-death decisions.
It’s just that most have been scared shitless, but not “I’m going to fucking die if I don’t act in the next 3-seconds” kinda scared shitless. Time crawls, our brain starts sorting solutions, picks one, acts.
This man was extra though. His life wasn’t immediately in danger, he could have frozen or run backwards. But sometimes our monkey brain says, “attack the threat to the tribe” and we just go. He went.
Imagine carrying that extra confidence for life. Hero indeed.
You might be surprised what you’ll do when the shit hits the fan. I’ve saved my own life twice, arguably three times. I think most people can summon more courage than they think when confronted with life-or-death decisions.
It’s just that most have been scared shitless, but not “I’m going to fucking die if I don’t act in the next 3-seconds” kinda scared shitless. Time crawls, our brain starts sorting solutions, picks one, acts.
This man was extra though. His life wasn’t immediately in danger, he could have frozen or run backwards. But sometimes our monkey brain says, “attack the threat to the tribe” and we just go. He went.
Imagine carrying that extra confidence for life. Hero indeed.
I saved a man’s life once (AFAIK, I’m unaware if he actually survived after first responders took over).
I almost killed myself later that day, overdosing on meds. Not everyone is equipped to deal with that kind of stress.
Hey. Glad you’re still with us.
I’m not. But then again, never have been glad to be here.
Well, the man you saved, and his family and friends, are glad you’re here, and so are we. Extend yourself some grace.