When I was 4, my older sister jumped into the pool to grab me as I sank to the bottom in the deep end. To this day she claims she saved my life, but I was sinking to the bottom on purpose to be funny.
When I was 6 or 7 or something like that, my father stopped the car and reached around to pull a peppermint disc from Pizza Hut out of my throat that I was choking on.
A couple of weeks ago I had to give myself the Heimlich for the same reason in my hotel room when I was choking on a cinnamon disc.
Twice, I have jumped into flaming cars to help people out. To this day I don't know why, since I pretty much could care less about random people. Adults anyway, I wouldn't hesitate to help a kid. I guess it is just second nature.
While driving, I have numerous times saved my own life and my families by avoiding other people's mistakes, including several times controlling a mini-van as I was forced onto the grass on the interstate going 70 mph when someone merged right into me. I am notorious for my driving skills. It is one of my obsessive anal traits.
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