two weeks ago i almost lost my life when the elevator i was in plummeted three whole floors at record speed. after my heart returned to a semi-normal pace, i called 911 from the elevator phone.
yesterday, while in the same elevator, i had a flashback to my childhood. when riding elevators as a kid, i used to jump (and instruct others to jump) as the elevator arrived at the appropriate floor. alone in the elevator yesterday, i dared myself to jump upon arrival... i chickened out. blame it on the traumatic experience two weeks ago.