So I have a little bit of a fear of heights. As the thought of near death runs through my mind, I get nervous, very nervous. My heart starts to beat faster and I start to sweat. I start to envision my funeral, and then snap back to reality just in time to feel my stomach acting funny. It not so much of a fear of heights, as it is a fear of a long fall, to rocks far below me, most likely to kill me.