How many people listen to their inner danger alarm?

I'm glad I have my inner alarm. There's a lot of times I wonder where the heck it was at when I could have used it, but I'm glad it's there most of the time.
 
I always listen, and it has never been wrong. When it goes off, I run screaming the other way. Noise is important, just in case trouble catches me - someone should hear my screaming.
 
When I sense something is wrong, I tend to look for something out of the ordinary, although sometimes I just leave. It has served me well several times while playing airsoft or other competitions, but not any severe situations that I know of.
 
a friend of mine should have listended

A friend of mine should have listened. A customer of our firm made a very tense and (internally) agressive impression to me. I warned my business-partner about this guy. My partner ment, "Uh, he's ok, relax". The next day this customer returned to our business, dashed straight to my partners desk and repeatedly stabbed him in the head until - for pure luck - the folding knive's joint broke. My partner's face was mashed on one side but his throat was untouched. He is 95% ok now and works again. The BG is shizoid paranoic, was in the puzzle factory for 4 years and is being prepared for his release (that makes me wanna puke).

Always, ALWAYS listen to your inner voice. It's what some of us admire in wild animals: Instict. We have it to, we just have to listen.
 
My personal morals and values drive me to be polite and kind but (at times) my instinct demands that I be fair, firm and direct. One night in a half lite parking lot my my Wife asked me "why did you act all rude when that man asked you to speak with him?" I told her that if his issue was innocent then at worst he thinks I am a jerk. If his issue was some kind of deception then he may give pause about picking us a a target.
 
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My spider sense became very well developed due to some training I received from a little group of British military and 20 years on a hit list from an outfit in Eastern Europe. The past 12 years of living in a small, rural, farming commuity has dulled it some, but it sure jumps up again if I visit the "big town."

Pops
 
Ever since I was a child I have had this gift....and listened to it. I firmly believe this "6th sense" is actually just the brain combining and interpreting the other five senses. A family member can quietly enter the house while I'm showering, and I'll know exactly where they are. You can feel the slight vibrations they make as they move. My hearing, sight, smell, and touch have always been very sensitive (my taste is average).

There have been numerous occasions when somebody we knew of seemed "just great" to everybody else but me. Sure enough, eventually this "just great" person would prove me right. The family still rolls their eyes when I mention this feeling about people, despite my very accurate track record.

I've become pretty darn good at detecting lies, too.
 
Hang in there, NAK. I actually think that my sense of taste is the only real good sense I have....and it shows. LOL.
 
6th sense

I've always been aware of the inner voice. Most of the time I listen, and when I don't, it usually means a price to pay. No serious damage done to date, so I count my blessings. It's all the little things that come to mind when I saw the thread. Walking into the Walgreens at 6:00 a.m., stopping 20ft inside, and for whatever reason, stopping to turn and look back at my vehicle, parked 40 yds away to find a man at my vehicle window, looking inside, and he turning to find me staring at him from inside the store...I rarely stop entering a store to see if "my vehicle is alright", so why this time? My wife and I joke about my heightened sense all the time. Another example, which happens all the time-we're driving back from somewhere and out of the blue I recall that I hadn't receive a rebate, or something I've been expecting for 8 weeks, and we go to the mailbox, and what do we find....it's funny at times...but, I do pay attention, and steer clear in serious situations. Better safe than sorry..
Stay safe..
 
I posted in another forum about this, but its timely.

My wife had called and wanted to meet at the mall for dinner directly after work, so we made a plan to meet at X at Y o'clock. Once we met she told me that she was upset because...

While parking the car she looked up to see a gentleman in overalls knocking on the window and asking her to roll it down (issue 1). She cracked it a bit and he stated that he had been driving behind her trying to get her attention as "sparks were coming out from under the car.." He stated his wife was in the minivan parked perpendicular to the parked cars. Large urban mall, well lit.

He stated he was a mechanic and looked under the FR wheel well and tried to show her where her brakes " were about to fall off..."

She left her bag and phone in the car with the kids, locked the door and got out to look (issue 2). He tried to get her to look and was reaching behind the wheel and saying something along the lines of " i cant believe you are driving its about to come off..."

Wife said by this time (issue 3) the flags were up, she was only now uncomfortable with the situation and curtly said " I'm meeting my husband, I'll have him look at it" and got back in the car. They waited til he drove off before heading in.

She did get a good description of both man and vehicle.

Over dinner we discussed it a bit..not wanting to scare the kids, but I immed went out and looked at the car. Nothing wrong at all, drove around the lot a few times and the brakes were fine and there was nothing under the vehicle to cause sparks...

I told her it was my opinion she was interviewed and honestly lucky. We passed on to mall security and had a few more chats about it.

Part of my issue was the feeling that if anything happened I wasnt there and couldnt do anything about it...but it has opened a line of communication regarding SA and other things.

She is not the type to carrry on a daily basis, although she will shoot with me on occasion...it did serve to turn on her awareness.
 
I've listened to that voice a few times in the past.

Only once (that I know of) did it keep my skin intact. Had I not turned and looked over my shoulder that day I imagine I'd have been stabbed and robbed.
 
The times when I attempt to ignore and rationalize away these feelings, always end up with "hard times".

When I act accordingly, in concert with these feelings, life is good.

I don't always fully understand, or know about, or see, or control the world around me; good thing too!

In my opinion, it is one of those subjects that if studied too hard and too directly it becomes impossible to view. (Occam's razor)

Faith/belief in something greater than oneself is powerful.
 
I always listen to mine, and it has been right many times. I have even convinced my wife to pay attention to hers. The other night out of the blue she took my .45 out of the safe & put it near her. When I came downstairs later she said she was sitting at the computer & the strangest, creepy feeling came over her & she knew she needed to get a weapon out & near her. Nothing happened that evening, but I was proud of her, as paranoid as it seems to most people, it was her paying attention to her "spidey sense" that made me proud.

(I was sitting above her in my loft office, there is a loaded shotgun up there I can control the front door & living room from the balcony. But she was in the kitchen which is contains the back door.)
 
I've spent a lot of time as a cave diver, scuba diving in caves. I learned a huge amount about training when I went through the grueling cave diving certification. In the "culture" of cave diving, it is considered the height of rudeness to ask another cave diver why he or she "called," or cancelled a dive. Anybody can call a dive for any reason at any time...you have to trust the back of your head.

A decade ago, my mountain climbing partner died on Annapurna IV in Nepal the year after we'd spent a hellish month on Mt. McKinley in Alaska. He begged me to go with him. "We're not gonna have to suffer like we did in Alaska...it's just a big walk-up," he told me. I was flat broke, an a trip A few months after he died, I saw a video of him at base camp. He said to the guide, "I feel like the wheels are coming off this one...someone's going to die." Rest in peace on the mountain, brother.

My first cave diving instructor, John Orlowski, told me that someday the most macho, most ballsy thing I would ever have to do would be to walk away from something that felt hinky...listen to the voice in the back of your head!

Michael B
 
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