Upside Down Eagle
Diamond Member
I was reading Stupid Things Learned the Hard Way and I figured we all (togheter) have quite an amazing pool of experiences, a lot of them not related to PTSD, and not necessarily arising from stupidity or (better said) being absent minded.
These are the kind of stories you´d tell on a dark winter night, when your (imaginary) grandkids and you are sitting around the fire after dinner, and they beg you for another freaking awesome story. Trauma often leaves us feeling incapacitated when the truth is we´re quite badass.
I have experienced a lot of badass adventures in my day. It would probably take forever to write them all up. But I will start with this one to get started and I invite you to recollect one of your badass adventures and then write them down.
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The first adventure I´ll tell you involves a rabid dog who had one blue eye and one brown eye. He was very fierce looking, and was usually chained down to a house down the mountain; there he would bark and bark and show his teeth and pull on the chain like a maniac.
One of those days I was happily walking down the road as I figured I would go visit some friends of mine, who lived in the barranco (big ravine). The sun was shining, the Atlantic was sparkling; clouds peacefully drifted above the silhouettes of container ships headed for the U.S.
Continuing to walk, my eye caught him - standing menacingly at the slope of the road, a piece of loose chain dangling from this neck: I quickly realized my dangerous situation, and made a sprint for the concrete irrigation tank at the side of the road and climbed on top of it.
The dog launched at me snarling, barking and foaming from the mouth; too late though, I was sitting on top of the tank and he was staring at me. I have no idea how long this staring contest went on. Probably not very long because I don´t recall going very hungry. I ogled at the tiny fish in the tank, unawares of everything.
After a while the dog walked away. I remained on the tank for a good while, making sure he was really gone, then I sprinted back home. Phew! I think after that they either killed the dog or took him elsewhere because he was never seen again.
These are the kind of stories you´d tell on a dark winter night, when your (imaginary) grandkids and you are sitting around the fire after dinner, and they beg you for another freaking awesome story. Trauma often leaves us feeling incapacitated when the truth is we´re quite badass.
I have experienced a lot of badass adventures in my day. It would probably take forever to write them all up. But I will start with this one to get started and I invite you to recollect one of your badass adventures and then write them down.
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The first adventure I´ll tell you involves a rabid dog who had one blue eye and one brown eye. He was very fierce looking, and was usually chained down to a house down the mountain; there he would bark and bark and show his teeth and pull on the chain like a maniac.
One of those days I was happily walking down the road as I figured I would go visit some friends of mine, who lived in the barranco (big ravine). The sun was shining, the Atlantic was sparkling; clouds peacefully drifted above the silhouettes of container ships headed for the U.S.
Continuing to walk, my eye caught him - standing menacingly at the slope of the road, a piece of loose chain dangling from this neck: I quickly realized my dangerous situation, and made a sprint for the concrete irrigation tank at the side of the road and climbed on top of it.
The dog launched at me snarling, barking and foaming from the mouth; too late though, I was sitting on top of the tank and he was staring at me. I have no idea how long this staring contest went on. Probably not very long because I don´t recall going very hungry. I ogled at the tiny fish in the tank, unawares of everything.
After a while the dog walked away. I remained on the tank for a good while, making sure he was really gone, then I sprinted back home. Phew! I think after that they either killed the dog or took him elsewhere because he was never seen again.