Late this afternoon, outside the window of my office,

[Marr]

21. How awful. As to what might go through your mind at such a moment...

I kind of think it would be something oddly dull, all things considered. I was once in a really horrible spot while rock climbing. Long story short, something came loose, and there was an extended moment in which I was absolutely convinced that I was about to die.

All I could think about what how much it would cost to get my body out of this really hard-to-reach location. Would they need a helicopter? Could a crew get me out with just climbing gear? If they did need a helicopter, who would pay for it?

The moment resolved itself it with me still alive (obviously). I got up onto the ledge, feeling this sense of exaltation and relief, not consciously registering any stress at all, but I noticed I had to sit down because my legs were shaking so badly I couldn't stand. Fear is very odd.

Anyway, I'm sorry for your experience and of course, even more so for the victim. I'd say you deserve that drink.