I recently had heard a strange "news of the weird" type story about a man that was trapped in a bathroom for four days. Allegedly this was a true story of a person who was locked in a restroom that was rarely used.
The details of this story were very vague. But the gist of it was that he was at a place that was only open a few days a week. Over the weekend I believe.
While he ducked into a stall the establishment was closing down and he was somehow overlooked. The part that struck me however, was I pictured what that would be like. He survived on water from the sink. He stayed in a stall to try and keep warm.
Hearing the story I thought I could have survived that, or at least I think I could have. I'm inside. I have water. I can withstand cold if I have too. And you know that in a few days they will re-open the place. A matter of waiting it out. Sort of.
But what if I was that guy who got his arm stuck behind a rock while he was mountain climbing and couldn't move? He had very little with him. And he wasn't within arms length of a sink. Okay that was a bad pun. Remember that guy? He cut his own arm off to get free and survive!
Okay in that situation I would have died a slow and painful death. There is no way I am cutting my arm off. I would rather take my chance that I suddenly lose enough weight to wiggle out before I dehydrate and/or starve.
I'm undecided of what my chance of surviving being lost at sea. Like in a small raft or floating on a section of a Cruise Ship or something. I think I would give into the temptation of drinking the ocean water. They say that will kill you. So I probably could either way on that one.
Then there are the trapped in the elevator stories. I could most likely handle that one. The fact that I'm in a building and freedom is geographically close to me would ignite my resourceful side.
Of course I have read or have seen reports of people being stuck in the wilderness. That I think I could last for awhile. I'd find something to eat and drink, believe me. The making fire from twigs and/or stones would take awhile but I see that as happening. And if there were wolves to raise me that would be okay too.
If this were a deserted island instead, I think that would improve my chances. It would seem more likely that fruit is realistically available.
And finally being stuck in the snowy mountains. I guess the snow is a source of water and I certainly could try climbing down. This for some reason seems a little more than just being in the woods or on an island though. But not impossible. Now if you add in that you're stuck with others like the infamous Andes Mountains crash then that might help. Of course that was the story where they supposedly ate their dead friends to survive. Okay I would die if that was my ticket to live. I wouldn't care if they tasted like chicken either. Although I would fight harder to live so that no one would be using me as a buffet or a happy meal.
Seriously though although I am being fesicious, there have been some amazing stories of people willing themselves to continue living. And honestly whenever I hear of one of these stories, I really do think to myself what if that were me?
