For me, it was probably either (1) driving way too fast, too many times, or (2) standing on a slippery edge of a cliff next to a waterall on my mission along with other missionaries to get a good photograph of our district on a P-day hike. I look at that picture now and realize the high likelihood that if one of us had slipped, many of us would have tumbled over the edge to our deaths. (And I was the DL, so I would have felt even worse if that's possible)