I am like smells in that I have an odd ability to focus amid a crisis, but I had a pretty happy childhood so maybe it's just a brain chemistry/personality thing.
This is nothing like being carjacked at gunpoint, and I have to say that A-CAP must also have a pretty good survival instinct (telling the guy he can't smoke in his mom's car aside), to stay calm and not panic and be able to come home and be like, "wow, let me post on a message board about this instead of dissolving into a puddle of fear and self-pity."
However, I had a mama-bear variety crisis recently which involved my child slipping his entire body through a 5-inch gap in the fencing that surrounds a local playground, and standing on the kiddie-train track while the train was exiting a tunnel about 30 feet from where he was standing. What I didn't realize before leaping the 4' iron fence was that this particular section of track is no longer in use, although the bit of track 10 feet to the left certainly was. I think the creepiest part about this is that I have no memory of actually hopping the fence. I saw him slip through, started running towards him, thought "there is no way I am going to be able to do this," and the next thing I knew I was holding him and scolding him violently between equally violent kisses.
Of course if it had come down to it I'm sure the train engineer would have been able to stop the train before any injury came to him. But if he'd slipped through nearer to the tunnel there's no way the engineer would have been able to see him before he stepped onto the track, let alone stop in time. I keep meaning to write a letter to the city, but daily life keeps getting in the way.
The point is, not to hijack the thread, I am glad that A-CAP didn't get blown up and I admire his ability to not be a pansy at gunpoint. Way to bring the strong sack.