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Originally Posted by pgardn
You come down here and visit your son, go east to San Antonio, and I swear to God I will take you fishing in the flats. Then we both can die happy.
GR. DTS. There is an interesting tidbit of genetic information about finding a risk taking gene. They think they have located an area that make some people much more likely to take on stuff I would not... I guess Im lacking that gene. Or maybe I have it and it will switch on after my daughter is older.
Its not like I sit behind my desk and cower. Hell, I pulled (with pliers) the barb off a sting ray a fellow teacher caught just last week. And then we (the ray and I) played together, kind of wrestled around once I knew he was harmless.
We took him back iced down to show the kids in this teacher's aquatic biology class. He showed them all the different parts, the removed barb, the kids loved it. I can imagine the conversations tomorrow. All those kids in that class love animals and such and you just know they watched the show.
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I've read about the risk-taking gene, and I think there is something to that-- I think some people are adreneline junkies, too. I've wondered if people like Chris Antley were-- they could handle life when they were doing something to get them their adreneline fix, but regular day-to-day life they couldn't handle.
I don't consider myself a big risk-taker, but I wish I were. My riding teacher says people are either "goers" or "whoa-ers" and sadly, I'm more a "whoa-er."
That's cool about de-stinging the stingray. I've petted de-stingered ones. I like handling the snakes at the zoo, but they're all constrictors, not venomous ones, so it's not like there's a whole lot of risk there.
How do you spell "adrenleline?" I'm also a bad speller...