Sunday, March 13, 2016

Naked and Afraid ...

The good thing about imagining something is that you can come back to reality at anytime. Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny

Wow ... could you be dropped off like in an Amazon jungle ... naked?  Can you even imagine?  I would be very afraid.

I find it hard to imagine so, as I write about trying to 'feel' what it could even possibly be like ... I will imagine at the same time.  I haven't walked in these shoes ... they are some shoes I hope never to walk.

One of our favorite shows on Discovery Channel is ... Naked and Afraid.  The challenges they face are almost impossible to the average person.  How many people could survive staying out in the jungle with all the dangers ... naked, afraid for 21 days?

We are told nothing is impossible ... I have to disagree.  Some things are impossible ... for me.  I would have a fighting chance if I could keep my clothes, boots ... I'd probably learn to wear a hat of sorts.

Is your imagination going yet?  I heard something ... behind the rock over there!  It's growling ... I hear the undergrowth moving, rustling as whatever it is ... comes toward me!

I begin praying as I looked quickly around me for a place of safety!  The tree ... can I make it ... I look back quickly to see the bush nearest me move violently!  It's too late!  I run like hell, hoping I can climb the tree ... I hadn't climbed a tree since being a child.

The skin on my knees began to tear as I shimmied up the tree.  I could feel the wet, cold blood ... sticky!  I kept climbing ... getting to a huge limb I could sit on.  I hear the awful growling the whole time!

What is it, what is it?  I turn to sit down on the big limb, almost topple to the ground at what I see!  I close my eyes for a moment ... steady myself.

A huge crocodile is looking up at me!  It had to be about 15 feet long!  Will it stay there forever to wait for me to come down ... wait to eat me up?

I sat there in shock .... thirty minutes went by ... an hour.  The crocodile never moved ... it wanted me.  I listened to the water moving nearby ... I wished it would go back home.

My ass was hurting ... meaning the shock was wearing off.  The bark was digging into my naked skin.  Thankfully ... the limb I sat on was wide ... and not only that, I could nestle into where it joined the tree ... I did just that.

I was going to sit here ... forever.  I heard a sound below me.  I peeped down at the crocodile.  It's head was turned toward the water!  I heard a soft growl as it began slowly turning toward the water.  Is it going to leave?

I looked toward the water where its attention seemed drawn.  A delicate deer-like creature stood in the sunshine, head down to the water.  The crocodile was slowly inching its way toward it.

I fought the urge to shout, scare it away ... I just wanted the crocodile to leave so, I could escape.

I waited until the crocodile got closer to the deer ... I yelled as loud as I could.  I couldn't sit there, watch the crocodile attack it.  I just couldn't.  My yell startled the deer ... it quickly ran off into the brush.  The crocodile kept going until it reached the water ... slipped right into it.  I was safe!  The deer was safe!

Now ... to get down from this tree!  How in the world could I climb down.  The shock was gone ... so, no matter what I did now, everything would hurt my naked body.  My legs were sticky-red with blood. The bark cut, shredded my shins all the way up to my knees.  By this time, I was feeling the flies biting me.

How in the heck did I get up in this tree!  I just didn't think I could go back down it.

I heard the leaves rustling above me ... wonder what that is?  I looked up, two feet away was a ... giant-ass snake flicking its tongue out at me!

Help me!  Help me!  I began to scream ... the next thing I know is... I am on the ground standing on both feet.  I came down that tree before even I knew it!

I now ... know what would motivate me to survive ... fear.  Thankfully ... I had the burlap bag around my neck ... I had some fruit I'd found earlier, in it.  I stood there, enjoying the fruit ... something began licking my hand!  Oh my God!  What is it?

I was ready to take off running when I looked down ... came back to reality.  My dog was licking my hand.  I had just been in the grips of my imagination ... to see how it felt to walk in the shoes of people who are naked and afraid.

How about you?  Did you go along with me on my trip ... imagine your own story?  Did you imagine you were ... naked and afraid?

What one tool would you select to take with you?  I guess I would take the machete.  I'd like to take the chemical to purify water.

Note by this Author:

I like survival shows ... I get lost in thinking I'm right there along with them on their journeys in strange terrain ... filled with dangerous creatures, water that can make one sick.

I shiver with them as they sit in the cold with rain pouring down on them.  I wish they had made a shelter.  I am right there ... along for the ride.

Photo/story owned, written by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.


  1. You do have a great imagination! I don't think I would be a good survivor. I guess I am too much of a plain Jane. Love, Ms. Nancy

  2. Most interesting story and idea. I have never seen an alligator or crocodile in nature but at one time at the zoo back in NYC I was looking through glass at a crocodile and he actually jumped right at the glass. That was enough for me.