How close to death have YOU been...

Well, even an old, decrepit, beat-up dude can have something to say, or do, I suppose.

You reading this Schraf. Some of the downsides of malehood underscored.Omni, in case God eventually does manage to haul your head out of your ass and reveal his purpose for you, read "The Cross and the Switchblade". I don't know where I got the impression from but your ministry sounds like it would be decidely a wrong-side-of-the-tracks one!

Maybe I'm here to improve iano's manners...or to keep his chin tucked in and his left shoulder up.

After a few times of this you start building up a reaction aginst it it. Locking the back wheel ain't so bad, you shimmy along. Locking the front is a bummer: front end exits stage left or right and you go face first into the tarmac. Experience that a few times and your brain will learn to release the front brake and the front end will magically right itself. Not that it rids you of the problem of what you were braking for in the first place however...Racing back on night with a mate on the bike. Stoned/high speed (again). He knew the way - I didn't. At a bend in the road his brakelight lit up and he dissappeared around it. I dropped anchor, locked up the front of the bike, reacted in the aforementioned way so as to gain control.... and proceeded straight on. I launched into the dark over what transpired to be a very bumpy field and fell off at about 3 mph. Laughing.The driver of a car who we'd just passed stopped to see if I was okay. He pointed to the 8ft wide gap in the solid stone wall which I had just passed through and told me that "a truck punched a hole in that wall only last week"

Ass? Its only a euphamism for the throat-slitting philosophy of denial. No offence.Unless we get some organisational EvC-er who manages to put together a "EvC night-on-the-town" you'll have to wait for heaven Omni - if you do end up there. I'd like to suspect you will.

Yeah...but man what a ride! I rather fancied featuring myself in the monastery's herb garden, world-weary and wise, subverting the stern eccesiasticals with tolerance, compassion and St. John's wort, maybe talking the Abbot out of whipping the novices, reminding the Lord that this isn't as easy at it looks from up there...that kind of thing.

No offense taken, iano: my reply was intended to be playful.

As was mine. I've seen you around the boards omni - you know where I'm coming from. Us evangelists never switch off you see {AbE} Goes to show the weakness of the written word. Maybe that EvC reunion wouldn't be such a bad idea.This message has been edited by iano, 25-Jan-2006 09:49 PM

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You reading this Schraf. Some of the downsides of malehood underscored.

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Well yeah, but women get blown up in war, too.

Wait until you see the next bit...

When I was perhap 14 or 15, I almost choked myself.It was in a weekend or a vacation in the middle of the day. I had been reading all day wearing my dressing gown (is that the name for it when its for a man?).I cant remember how it started, but I discovered that my face looked when I pressed my hands against my throat - I was standing in the bathroom looking in the mirror - it felt like my eyes would pop out, the skin got dar, and large veins appeared. At some point, I got the idea of using the belt from the gown, tying it around my neck, and I was having "fun" trying to use the muscles of my neck to loosen the belt.Then suddenly my knees buckled under me, and it litteraly took my last strength to loosen the belt from my neck!Funnily enough this wasn't a sexual game, I only discovered much later that some do stuff like that to increase the feeling of arousal. It wasn't that the idea would have been foreign to me, I always were very imaginative with respects to my frequent masturbations at that age.I actually have told only very few people of this experience - when I think about it still makes me feel uncomfortable - Imagening my mother finding my strangulated in the bathroom! (a few seconds longer I wouldn't have cared myself)/Sren