For as paranoid and anxious as I can feel sometimes, I've always been remarkably calm and clear headed when the ess hits the fan. Just a few situations I can recall:

-A man prowling and trying to get into my house at night, when my wife(then my girlfriend) and our female roommate were both at home. I didn't freak, woke my wife up, handed her the phone, told her to call 911 and tell them we have an intruder and to keep the lights off and to stay in the bedroom, and I went out and stood perfectly still, in the dark, in the room he was trying to get into and then went and stood by the window. He saw my outline, even in the darkness, and took off. The police came to our door a few minutes later and advised us they had caught a guy running through peoples yards.

-When I was 20 my father tried to OD. It was the middle of the night, he'd gotten himself another DUI and came home after being released from jail, we got in a fight, and I stormed off and drove off into the night. I had a bad feeling and came back home to check on him, sure enough he was in bed and I found some empty bottles that I know had previously contained some very strong drugs. I took them to him and calmly asked him to tell me the truth, did he take these, how long ago, et cetera? Then I called 911 and waited with him in his room.

- When I was 19, my father had lost a very significant amount of money gambling, had come home and called my Uncle telling him he was going to use my shotgun to kill himself. My Uncle asked him to put me on the phone, and once on the phone my Uncle advised me that he had had my Aunt call the authorities while he was on the phone with my dad, and that the house was at that moment surrounded by the police with guns drawn, and I needed to get my father to calmly walk out the front door with his hands in the air. I get my father to follow me, calmly assure him that he's going to be alright, they aren't going to shoot him, they're going to get him help et cetera(he's freaking out immensely now that he knows the house is surrounded), told him I'd go out first and he could follow me. I open the front door and put my hands in the air and slowly step out the doorway, sure enough there are about a dozen guns pointed right at me I appraise them of the situation, advise them my father will come out behind me with his hands up and then slowly walk toward them. All the while staying remarkably calm.

I've had quite a few hairy situations in my life and could go on and on, but I feel like I've already over-shared. It does feel nice to type those out, I don't typically talk about all the messed up situations I've found myself in.