MoapaPk wrote:A mild diversion.
One I was "scrambling" up a cliff, when a fellow above knocked off a loose rock. I heard the scuffle and put up my hands to divert the rock, like a volleyball. I hit the rock and did manage to deflect it away from hitting my companions.
It wasn't a volleyball, so it crushed the tips of three fingers; no bones were broken, but I remember seeing droplets of blood fly out. The fingers stung a bit, but as with many crushing injuries, it was self-numbing. I found this fascinating; I curled my fingers into my palm tightly, to staunch the blood loss. We were on a cliff, so it made most sense to me to climb to the top, rather than try to work on a small ledge, with just one partly-paralyzed hand. I didn't think of this as a bad injury, but I was dripping a lot of blood.
That was when I found out that my good buddy was deathly afraid of the sight of blood. He pleaded with me to close the wounds immediately, as he was sure he would faint and fall to his death. He was really losing it, so I just went ahead as fast as I could, got to a level spot, and used moleskin strips and tape to seal the wounds. Oddly enough, there was a trained paramedic there, but his 1st-aid kit had just one band-aid, and he just looked at the wounds with dismay, so I declined the help.
Other than being a "hero" story, this event re-enforced that: people can react very differently in an emergency situation, much out of our expectations. We really don't know until it happens, and it is good to know the range of human reactions. CPR dummies don't bleed, and if they have any limbs, the limbs aren't horribly twisted beneath their bodies. The poor fellow who was afraid of the sight of blood was tough, and had trained as a parachutist. There was just something buried deep in his brain that left this one weak link.
You shoulda seen Steve Nash's eye last night.