I don’t know about you, but I get nervous as hell when traversing grates like this. What’s strange, though, is that my fear has nothing to do with dying. I figure that if I fall 25 feet and am impaled on a piece of pipe or maybe fall even farther and have my femurs splinter and lodge in my skull, that’s okay. I don’t fear the prospect of the afterlife, whatever form it takes.
What I really fear about grates is the idea that I might drop my keys or cell phone and lose them forever. How would I get home? How could I call for someone to help me retrieve my phone if it were lost 50 feet down?
Do you get nervous when walking on grates like this? What are your fears? Please share with the group.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
