i had to cut up a dead frozen cow with a chainsaw once. that was pretty fucked up. that chain saw was a mess. had to put it on a trailer in chunks
Once I had to save a friend from drowning. I asked him if he was a good swimmer, but instead of being honest, he tried to keep up with me, and failed. I hauled him to our dock, and couldn't stop giggling the whole time. He was making these hilarious gobbling sounds as he sputtered about. I also had to hit him pretty hard so he would stop thrashing like a bitch and comply.
Another time, I was in my basement, and I heard heavy, deliberate footsteps in the kitchen above me. I didn't have a phone with me, but I had the presence of mind to log into World of Warcraft and tell a family member to call the police. I followed the sound of his steps until they faded. It was critical that I know exactly where he was in the house, because I had someone very precious sleeping in the nursery at the time. The split second I lost track of his precise location, I knew I had to act, so I bolted up the stairs as swiftly and quietly as possible, grabbed a knife from the kitchen, and braced myself to immediately attack the intruder by suddenly stabbing the fucker in the back, understanding that getting the first strike, and taking advantage of the element of surprise, were critical for me as a woman.
He must have left, because I was left holding a knife in an otherwise empty house like a crazed woman. But it felt really good afterwards, because I had proved to myself beyond the shadow of a doubt that I was courageous enough to confront such a threat head on, and react very well under pressure.