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My own childhood experimentation with electricity managed not to be a near death experience only because of a household circuit breaker. My parents were responsible parents and had shielded all of the household outlets with those little plastic safety plugs.
Except for the one underneath my parents' bed, which is of course the one into which I poked the metal nailfile. I have issues with electricity to this day. I get around most of them, but always eye outlets with some suspicion, as I know there is nothing that keeps the electricity from leaking out ...
Lessee, what else ...
A drunk at a party tried to strangle me because I wouldn't return his car keys. Rescued by two slightly less drunk people at the party.
Oh, and a patient attacked me. I managed to keep his hands away from my throat and face, and ultimately was rescued by a coworker, but somewhere in the melee my hand got broken. There's a thread on that here somewhere.
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