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Your Fuc*ed So I read a post on here yesterday about someone who called 911 and saved someone's life. As a person who stutters I can relate to the anxiety that the anticipation of calling 911 can bring. It reminded me of an awkward situation I was in a few years ago. I worked night shift and on my nights off I would go to a 24-hour gym. It was probably about 1 or 2 in the morning, and there was only one other person in the gym. He was a massively muscled beast of a human specimen. We are both doing our own thing for about 30 mins, then he approaches me in the other room. Our conversation went something like this... Hulk: Hey bro can you spot me on the bench Me: sssssure nnnooo pppprroooblem let me kkknow wwwwhen your ready. Hulk: I am ready now Me: \*follows hulk to the bench and I see more plates than I have ever seen on a bar before Me: How much weight is that? Hulk: 450 lbs Me: uh......... Me: \*perfectly fluent "look bud I have to be honest with you, If you cannot get that back up there isn't a damn thing I can do to help you except push it too your throat and end your suffering quicker or call 911." Me: You should be aware though that I do stutter, so if I have to call 911 you are probably still fuc\*ed. Hulk: \* looks at me for a minute ....possibly weighing his odds Hulk: Let's do this \* proceeds to make awful noises no human should make He did it ( i can assure you I was little help.) He was a lot more confident in his abilities than I was in mine. Not an inspirational story, but I wanted to share it with you all.