How much do you value your life?

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The question is, how much would you be willing to sacrifice to stay alive?

I would sacrifice one limb and an eye, but not my family.

Saw ftw!!

One toenail.

Foghorn Leghorn FTW!!

I can't quite give it a precise quantifiable value.

But maybe, just maybe, somewhere in the depths of my black little heart, in a spur of the moment I could rally up the courage to do something truly selfless and save my brother's, mother's or father's life.

Side from them, I could never quite fathom giving my life up to save another individual.

Now being a martyr is quite another thing but...I need at least 100~200 followers to do such a dramatic act.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kvWAxH3EQus[/youtube]

I HAVE to live to raise my 3 sons - noone could do a good as job as me.

Then I have to write a book because I'm NT in a Aspie household.

Then I have to travel around the world to meet lots of people from WP.

I have lots more I want to learn in my job.

I could go on ..........

Helen

I could say with complete confidence I value my life more then the lives of most people I meet. But then again that's to be expected.

I'd save a member of my family, a close friend or a lover.

But not one random person at the cost of my own life.

Read:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2007_Melbo ... _shootings

And see how strangers' kindness save a woman's life, even though it leads to the loss of another.

Honestly, I wish that I could give up my life and donate my organs to save others...but I really don't value my life and I know that there are people who struggle very hard to stay alive. I really don't expect anyone else to agree or understand though.

IDK for sure.

My life is pretty much based on advancement, sort of like a never ending goal. But since Ive been too depressed for most of my life I havent gotten very far at all. I still think one day that will change and Ill be able to openly be my weird little self and just be happy with myself (Thus having all the motivation in the world). Thats pretty much what gives my life value, a dream. And if I can have that then I would do nearly anything for it. Not litterally anything though, thats for sure.

My son's life is worth everything to me. I'd sacrifice myself, happily and without hesitation, and kill without hesitation, to save him.

Next in line is my wife. I would certainly sacrifice myself to save her, and would certainly also kill to do so.

Next in line are my friends and family. I would kill and put my own life at great risk to save any of them.

Next in line are the lives of "innocent bystanders", particularly women and children. I would put my life at significant risk to save them. For example, if I was at a mall, or a school, and some nut with a rifle started stalking about shooting people, I would use every possible tactical advantage to take him down (RATHER than run away and save myself). I normally carry a Glock 29 with me; sub-compact, very powerful, but not terribly accurate at anything more than a couple-dozen feet. In engaging someone with a rifle, I'd be at a serious disadvantage. But I would try, possibly at risk of getting shot and killed myself, which is fine with me. If I didn't happen to have my Glock with me, I'd try to sneak up on the gunman and use my knives (which I always have with me, two 4-inch Cold Steel combat folders, plus a 5-inch backup folder I keep in my left boot), preferably rushing him when he was reloading, or distracted; in that case, I might have to "let" him shoot more people towards getting to reloading before I rushed him; and the deaths of everyone that was killed while I waited for the opportune moment would haunt me forever. If the gunman was actively shooting people, especially children, I might even try to rush him knowing full well that I'd get shot, possibly mortally wounded, in the process. But if I thought I could keep going for long enough after being fatally wounded, if I was close enough (it happens) to get one of my knives in his neck, I might chance it. AND, I'd be trying very hard to freak him out enough to be a poor shot; it's hard to be composed when someone with hellfires burning in their eyes is rushing at you, bellowing in rage, holding a wicked looking knife in each hand. Like I said, especially for children.

Mark Allen Wilson is one of my personal heroes. He actually did what I just mentioned, engaged a rifleman with a .45 caliber pistol, placing himself at great disadvantage (given his background I'm sure he realized this, and he was actually killed for doing so. That's what I call a good death.). The rifleman happened to be wearing body-armour. One of the reasons I carry a 10mm Glock 29 is that it is quite a bit more powerful than the venerable .45 ACP, and I do have rounds for it that I think would penetrate anything up to type IIIa ballistic armour (type III or IV, and I'd still be screwed.)

As for my own part, I put little value in my own life. The only reason I exist is to provide for my autistic son, who needs me right now.

I hope it is clear that I've considered these scenarios previously, and very carefully.

Good fortune,

- Icarus the Vigilante