Sorry, but are you Paul Elliot, by chance?

By the way, I had several OMG moments... the first when, as a kid, I used to watch little swallows precipitate during their first flights.
I live in a condominium, and swallows have always build their nests just under the roof, slightly above my windows.
Watching the older swallows, I soon learned when younger ones were ready to fly... or at least to give it a try. They often managed to do so, but sometimes some of them were not ready yet, so they precipitate.
In that period of the year, I used to spend a lot of hours on the sidewalk, watching for their efforts. Sometimes a young swallows didn't manage to fly, and I once watched one that died after a violent collision with the ground.
I mean, that was not my first meeting with death (I already had funerals, and saw some of my relatives dead), but I felt somehow older.
Not old enough, though: years later, I killed a kitten while I was violently "playing" with it.
This made me feel bad, but the most important thing was that mom didn't know of the cat's death. So I was not mature.
I think I really grew up last year, when I had my car crash: it ended up ok for me, but the driver had a concussion, his head was spitting blood from a microscopic wound. I tried to save him, to stop the blood, but he died in my hands.
The worst part of it was to meet his mother after I was discharged from hospital.

I now have a huge respect for life, even if I sometime enjoy go fishing, thus killing some animals. But I eat them, so their death is justified.
Having knowledge of the pain caused by death, I am now very submissive about violence, and am certain that I'd use lethal violence against humans only in certain situations (for example if somebody would harm my child).
Greetings,
Mauro.