I almost died

I've meant to go cliff-jumping ever since I was in college, but had just never gotten around to it. So when we went to Rick's Cafe in Jamaica, I knew I couldn't pass up the opportunity. One of the guys I was with couldn't swim, but after the other seven had gone I pretty much had to. But my heart had never beat that nearly hard in my entire life; not even when psycho-ex tried to have my car towed. A couple people were swimming in the water below me, and waiting for them to move only built up my anxiety. When I finally forced myself off the edge, I didn't walk off the ledge like I was supposed to. I didn't even jump off, like some people do; I fell off. But wait, it gets worse. I changed my mind as soon as I fell, spun around in mid-air, and started scrabbling at the ledge. At this point the indigents grabbed me by my wrists and hauled me back up. Surprisingly enough, I actually felt safer than, dangling off the ledge, than I did when I was standing on it. My biggest fear at this point was that they were still going to make me jump. I realize now, obviously, that no one was actually making me jump; but at the time, I didn't have that much presence of mind. Finally, they made me walk down to the lower ledge (it was only about fifteen feet above the water) and jump from there. And of course, after that I realized it was nothing; I mean, you just jump in to some water. Big whoop.

The next day, unfortunately, I had to fly back home. Of course none of the cars in Jamaica have seat belts, since it's such a poor country. But whatever; we have to take a shuttle to get back to the airport. And of course everyone in Jamaica drives like a total asshole and there are no street signs or lights. Well, oddly enough we actually hit another car. One of the suitcases in the back flew across the van and grazed my arm. Of course (do I use that phrase too often?) after the events of the previous day, I wasn't even slightly fazed by this.

And then the following week, I had to fly to Detroit for work. As I was visiting a couple friends in Ann Arbor, five or six inches of snow fell. I made a phone call while driving, and managed to lose control of my car; yea, it's bad enough that I'm absent-minded but I had never driven in the snow before. Anyways, I softly landed on the shoulder of the road. Again, didn't really bother me after the cliff-diving incident. I mean, I guess I'm afraid of heights or something but other than that I'm pretty sure I'm invincible.