As a small boy I used to stay on the ice of a deep and dark water basin – serving as a water reservoir for the fire brigades – together with my brother and a cousin one day in early January. This was strictly forbidden so this small adventure inspired us really to hilarious winter games on the frozen surface not thinking of any kind of harm or risk as we were simply children discovering an exciting world. It was a real tough cold winter with a lot of snow covering the paths and streets of my place of birth, an ideal time for having icy fun.
Open minded only to our games I simply did not realize that in the middle of the basin there was a big hole in the ice. Then all of a sudden I tumbled and plunged into this hole and the very cold water. Fortunately, I did not sink into the depth and could hold on to the edge of the ice hole in panic. My brother and cousin came by quickly and then used a walking stick for pulling me out of the water soon enough. This was a shocking experience because there was one single traumatic moment, where I was standing exactly between life and death.
My mind preferred for a long time to forget this awesome frightening experience but a couple of years ago I remembered to it again, and we always need this kind of awareness of course to realize the high value of our time-limited lives as death may be hidden at the next crossing point of our movements.
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