Okay. I don't understand it. The need for danger. Everything in my mother's soul says NO!! However, I do understand the necessity for danger, even though my mother's soul weeps at that necessity.

That said. My quietest son became both a rock climber and a scuba diver in his twenties. Whatever the need, he thrived on it. He doesn't do either anymore. He is a father, and a husband, and one of the two seems to have made him give up things he loved to do, in exchange. I don't ask.