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I remember a time when I was about 9 years old when I did not just ask for help…I screamed for help. I loved to climb trees and we even had a tree fort in the tree in our front yard. I would climb up it and most of the time I would get down by just jumping off. It was only about 10 feet off the ground. One day I decided to climb a different tree near the side of our front yard. I got up there and went out on one of the limbs. For some reason, I slipped and found myself dangling in the air. Not only was I further up than when in the fort but looking down there was a chain-link fence that was about 8 feet high and if I let go one leg would go on one side of the fence and my other leg would go on the other side…causing severe pain and injury. Now I was not thinking that if I fell and my crotch took the blunt force of the blow, that I would probably never father any children…I just thought if I drop the fall and the fence would kill me. So, I screamed for help as my hands were starting to lose their grip on the