Apr 9, 2011 / Topic Ideas

When was the last time you were scared?

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  6. When I looked out the window of our motorhome to see if my husband had found out why we lost electricity and he said, (in a very calm voice) “I’m going to need a fire extinguisher.” That was scary.
    When the extinguisher didn’t seem to be stopping the billowing smoke coming from the inverter, I walked around and gathered up a few things as I spoke to the 911 operator. Not very strange what I chose: my binnoculars, camera, computer and notebooks. I would have taken the box that has our important papers – birth cert, etc. but it was stashed too far back in a crammed cupboard. When the 911 dispatcher asked me to confirm that everyone was out of the motorhome, I said “No, I’m just getting a couple of things,” and she said, “Get out now,” – so that was it. I’ve never been happy to hear approaching sirens before – but I was that day.

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  7. I guess when I was scared last is when something in the oven caught fire and since it is electrical, putting it out is different than normal. Either way I handled it perfectly and no harm. Love the look of the blog today.

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  8. The last time I was scared I was standing off stage getting ready to be in the musical my sons were in. I had the first line of the scene, and was not sure I would be able to speak loud enough to be heard. I found my voice, and really enjoyed the time spent with them!

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  9. The last time I was scared, very scared, was two weeks ago when I learned that a large sum of money would not be sent to me due to the economy. As of today, the situation is still the same and my husband and I are looking for ways to make up the amount of money that we thought would be sent to us. This money would have paid for outstanding bills, regular living expenses, etc. I felt like a statue, no feelings, just a large lump of cement. It has not changed and we are still looking for ways to rectify this situation. I sit here typing out my new blog and the lump in my throat is getting larger. Now I know why people jumped out of windows during the great depression.

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  12. when i was pulled out of my mother’s uterus w/out my consent. i think i’m gonna sue the doctor 😛

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  14. Uhm, when ? I think it was when i thought i lost the bracelet my aunt gave me. I was so scared that she might notice that i wasnt wearing it that day. She’ll surely be MAD. I looked for it the whole day, then poof ! I found it in my pillow case. It might have fell when i was asleep 🙂

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  15. The day I found out I had cancer…I’ll never forget how kind the doctor and nurse were to me, because I had no idea how I was going to tell my relatives about this. To this day I often wonder will this always be a part of my story… in the back of my mind wondering if it will come back.

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  18. Eu acho muito difícil, não existir uma pessoa que não sinta o que é ter medo.
    Eu já tive muitos, atualmente vivo preocupada com a violencia que vivemos aqui no Brasil, issso é preocupante!
    Você sai de casa e não sabe se voltará, é triste demais.
    Abraços a todos!
    Mina!

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  19. When, having moved into a new rented flat, I was woken by my partner the second night and told she could hear someone moving around in our flat. That snapped me out of my sleep pretty quickly. So I had to get up, stark naked, open the bedroom door and walk around to investigate. The joy of being a man, eh lads? You’ll all be pleased to hear, no more so than me, that my partner was simply not used to the noises in the flat and had mistaken someone coming home late in the flat above us as someone walking around in our flat. Phew. It got my heart pumping at the time though.

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  22. I wrote a poem call “Chasm” the other day about two times that I’ve been scared wrapped into one. The first was when I climbed straight up a cliff wall, got to the top and looked down, then realized I didn’t know how to get down. The second was when I had isolated myself from most of my friends and felt very disconnected and unsupported. I still feel that way sometimes. I have a blog called “Stumbling along the sidewalk: It’s a bumpy world out there” that is a spiritual and emotional journey in poetry, and I consider myself a Christian existentialist skeptic. You can read the poem, “Chasm” on my blog here: http://gsb3.net/2011/04/10/chasm/

    I look forward to your comments and/or suggestions. Thanks!

    Gordon

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  24. When I had to turn in a report at 7:30 in the morning for a majors class. Worked on it the whole night with a bunch of fellow slackers, morning came at 6, and we still weren’t done!

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