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whispering hands said:

Malroth said:

whispering hands said:

Malroth said:

How much do you fear death?
I never thought I was scared of death, but I am 41 and still alive.

Not at all. I think I've faced almost dying so many times in my life that I am now desensitized.. If someone killed me? They'd be doing me a favor! Lol so no fear of death..Pain yes.. I have learned to respect injury.. But death??! Psshhht! Nothing but a thing!

You are a nurse, right? I have thought, during down times, that the medical profession may have the creepiest people. Dealing with death and being desensitized to the horrors of the masses. I have looked into the eyes of a couple doctors and been frightened. That being said, I am most thankful to those in the medical profession, and like our soldiers, they may have giving up the best part of their lives to help others. Thank you.

Close.. I WAS an EMT. But working in a full fledged trauma unit was the quick
End to that career. When I say I faced death, I mean PERSONALLY. I have had a loded gun pointed at me, been beaten unconscious, then physically assaulted while 'out' as well, been crushed by a 900lb horse, survived two of the most horrific car accidents imaginable.. ( i
Honestly should have died in the rollover accident.. I was the only survivor, and had to face my family knowing that out of me, and five cousins I was the only one that lived.), been tortured.. Like literally TORTURED.. Poisoned, and thrown off of a sixty foot cliff, and left to die. So
When I
Say I've faced death.. I mean I stared at that fucker in his cold black eye sockets and told him to go fuck himself.. I think that's why I had such a hard time with being an EMT in a trauma unit.. Too many
Memories.

whispering hands said:

That and the nail that sealed that coffin was watching a woman die right in front of me, of heart failure, when they called her son's time of death. It was three days before Mother's Day.. He'd slit his wrists in the bathtub. She found him, rushed him to the hospital. The wounds were too deep. They called TOD just as his mom and dad arrived. I rounded the corner just then. She let out a wail of just pure heartbreak, and mid wail, she died.. In her husband's arms, while tears just ROLLED down his face.. I went home that next morning and drank a whole fifth of CR. To my SELF.. Went to work the next night still drunk.. And I lost my job..

hedonist said:

OK, seems like this was to be a joke.

I love twisted and macabre, but please - no more posts like this.

Laughing at a hurt animal (even when the scenario is manufactured) - not funny.