It's amazing the adrenaline your body can produce when you think you're going to die. My one experience was at a gem quarry and tried to push a rather large boulder down over the edge of a hill so that I could dig into that particular spot. Getting the rock vertical caused the dirt beneath it gave way and it leaned back on me - all 800 lbs of it. Realizing a retreat would mean *squish* I just gave it one last "your-dead-if-you-don't-push" Those three seconds felt like 3 minutes... I ended up pushing the rock more along the green arrow and contined to slide about 80% of the way and stopped. I ended up getting a bit jammed, but I now only had a quarter of the weight on me and just wiggled out.
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Now if some cuck is trying to open a door on the plane I'm flying on, I bet I could double-up on him real good. My plan for a weapon-wielding psycho on a plane is to bum-rush him with a laptop case shielding my organs. 230lbs with inertia might get something done, hope I never have to find out, because:
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