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The Adventure Thread

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Upside Down Eagle

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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.
 
I was in the ladies room at college one time at the end of the day before Christmas break. As I was sitting there, I saw this hand reach up over the door and try to steal a purse from the hook there. I had my purse on me and it was under my jacket actually. I waited a really long time in the stall, hoping the nasty thief would get bored and leave, but she didn't, she waited. I knew I could not scream for help, as no one would be there, already having left for vacation and I was totally alone with this thief. I didn't even know if it was a man or a woman.

Finally I came out of the bathroom stall, figuring maybe she had left, but there she was, a fat black woman blocking the doorway and looking nasty. She said, "Give me your purse, lady!"

I said that I only had $4.10 and happened to believe I needed it more than she did, because my husband had just lost his job. (I was telling the truth too, the truth will always set you free, it says so in the Bible). Anyway, I stared her down, saying nothing else. She finally said a cuss word and left after a few minutes. I made sure to keep eye contact with her.

She kept saying something like "Don't make me use this." and was waving something around in her hand. I never left eye contact with her, so to this day I do not know what was in her hand, but it was probably a knife.

I had the panic attack AFTER all this was though, but during it, I was as alert as I could be.
 
I worked for a lady that lived in very rural Texas. The laundry room was outside, a good way from the house. I had gone out to get the laundry... walking with my eyes on the ground... and turned the corner of one of the sheds, and froze. There was the biggest pit bulldog I had ever seen in my life standing there. He froze too.. He started walking toward me and I wet my pants, he then started licking my hand !!! He was the neighbors dog, he came over a lot after that, we became great friends... only time in my life I have ever wet my pants out of fear...:x3:
 
There was this kid in 6th grade that was picking on me and calling me names. In fact, the whole class of boys had been bullying me mercilessly all year long. This happened after the school year was over. Anyway, I beat the living daylights out of him and he ended up in the Hospital with broken ribs and a concussion! He told all his friends that he'd fallen off a building and maybe that was what they believed, but someone must have seen it happen, because word got around. After that, NO ONE messed with Sheila any more. They never invited me out on a dates or anything either, but I didn't care, I dated guys from my church, which was in a different district.
 
When I was still living in my cabin in the mountains, one summers day I was outside hand watering the yard and in the street comes this huge cinnamon bear towards me. I pointed the hose at the bear and told the bear if it came to me I was going to spray it and luckily it turned and walked away.
 
One time my sister and I hiked up a mountain and we had her dog with us thankfully. Some man came nearby to us in the forest and I forget what happened, but somehow maybe we scared him away? Anyway, we survived, but I recall that he seemed to be a scary type of person and we were both relieved when it was over. I don't think we ever went hiking again after that. It is a shame too, because at the tops of the mountains, you can see for miles and miles and it is like you are really close to God and everything is so small and insignificant compared to the Almighty! You have to see it to see how beautiful it is. It is just plain AWESOME! There is no other feeling like being on the top of a mountain that I know of.

In fact, I live in the mountains now. I live way out in the mountains, but in town where it is safe. I have gone to visit folks up on top of the mountains though, and the view is just awesome. They have a log cabin and it was just so nice and cozy yet large and spacious too. Again, one of those things I guess you would have to see to understand! I love it here and I plan to stay here for the rest of my life, God willing!
 
It was a roman spidar attack we only just survived :nailbiting:

So what happens was this
My daughter was 1 and a 1/2 years old the most pretties blonde curled hair you have ever seen.:singing: Only just potty trained and so proud of it ..

We just moved to a new house with new bugs and sounds.. So sleeping with the lights on cos nobody know what to expect from this house. a scorpion stung my joungest son.. So we were pretty worked up :meh:

She got this stomack bug and every night at 12 we ran for the loo!! The first night as we went out of the loo a tiny roman spider came running from the bathroom to look for a meal
As an arachnifobic mother I handled the tiny spidar very well. Proudly allowing it to go have some mosquito dinner as we walked back to the bed. So it goes for a week at 12 we ran to the loo at 12:05 we went out and the spider had his dinner.

We skipped a couple of nights just thought this stomack bug is gone my daughter woke me in destress and the drill started all over again. :confused:
I was exhausted and decided to just change places and put my paralyzed from nearly dehydrated little girl on a pillow on the floor next to the loo..
Then this huge roman spidar came around the corner looking like Michel Schumacher drifting around the corner having his tummy set on his yummy dinner.

I only looked once and in one movement give a blood curling scram ... Grabed my baby from the floor raizing my knees above my head baby squesed between my legs and chest..

Everybody now silent in he house ...waiting foe the nex scream that never came..

Husband storming from the living room.. Only one thing on his mind is saving his 2 precious girls, eliminating the thread in one step . It all happened so fast .. And there in the middle of the tiny hallway is a sticky bloody mess:wtf: of my once trusted friend who desperetly tryed to show me spiders in not that bad.
 
This is how the memories came back.

I was by a river, and there was this guy who was angry at me for something. I don't know what.

He took out a knife and threathened me, which made me go into very vigiliant mode.

He was closer to the river edge than I was. I picked up a stick, 2 or so meters long, and threathened to push him into the river, after he saw the he couldn't do anything with the knife, he had to put it away and went away.

Later the memories of me being threathened with a knife in 3rd grade started coming back and that is when I had been kicked out of the blissful state of not really having symptoms due to a lack of memory in a huge block of over 4 years.

That was about 2-3 years ago.
 
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