Of my numerous brushes with death, this has only happened once or twice for me. The most memorable was when I was kite-mountainboarding. I had jumped around 12ft in the air but a line had wrapped around my harness - instead of acting like a parachute, the large kite was below me and pulled me violently into the ground. Time slowed enough for me to reason about the situation and realise that I had to absorb some of the impact with my legs if this was to turn out well. I didn't get it quite right (should have taken more impact with my legs) and I broke my back, but I've recovered now.
However, what I remember as much as the slowing of time is how calm I felt during it all. Reasoning and decision-making were the only things in my mind in a really dangerous situation. It was really nice feeling! When time slows in these situations, I wonder if anyone ever panics. I guess it would be rather counter-productive.
However, what I remember as much as the slowing of time is how calm I felt during it all. Reasoning and decision-making were the only things in my mind in a really dangerous situation. It was really nice feeling! When time slows in these situations, I wonder if anyone ever panics. I guess it would be rather counter-productive.