I’ve never been a thrill-seeker. I first learned discovered my aversion to heights and speed on a trip to Magic Mountain with friends when I was about 14. Until that day, I had never made a connection between fun and danger. So, I had no fear during the 30-minute wait to board the biggest roller coaster I had ever seen in my life. But what happened after the ride should have caused me great embarrassment, but I don’t recall feeling that way at all.