I know I'd be terrible in that kind of situation! Our neighbors house burned down in the middle of the night and I couldn't even tell the 911 operator our address! I was so scared and shaken that I couldn't even think.
I was really mad at myself because in real life I'm a strong person and matter of fact about things. I don't get easily rattled, or so I thought, I learned a lot about myself that night when I was in an emergency situation
Yes!
I like to think of myself as a relatively smart person who can be logical & practical & calm when the situation warrants it.
However, about 6ish years ago, I was helping my sister at this huge community yard sale event in which several neighborhoods participated w/ lots of tables & tents set up - kind of like a huge outside flea market event.
I was helping her pack up her things, & I THOUGHT my youngest child was playing w/ his big brother & sister & cousins at a nearby playground. I was wrong. When I discovered he wasn't at the playground, I started yelling for him & looking under tables & behind things, & I could NOT find him.
At first, I kept telling myself that he had to be around, but, after a few minutes when my sister & I & our other kids couldn't locate him, I completely panicked. I kept thinking about all the strangers who had been around.
Other people around noticed we were looking for a kid & started looking as well. I was frozen. I had my cell phone out, trying to call my DH... but, in my head, I was thinking, "You need to call the police first." And I couldn't call anyone. I couldn't even remember how to dial the phone.
A stranger asked me what he was wearing, & I couldn't remember. I just stood there, frozen, w/ my phone useless in my hand, in the middle of everyone else rushing around trying to find my little boy. I kept saying over & over, "He's my little boy. He has blond hair." My sister was crying & running all over the place calling for him. And I couldn't move.
I felt like I was some kind of slow-motion dream.
An elderly man came up to me, patted me on the back, & smiled, & told me, "It's okay, honey. We'll find him."
Something about the man reminded me of my grandfather, &, I don't know, I guess that contact w/ him snapped me back to reality. I decided to look one more time under a table that had a long tablecloth on it w/ some boxes in front of & sort of under it - and that's where he was!!
He & his cousin had been playing hide-and-seek, &, while he had heard us calling his name, he thought he was still playing the game. And he couldn't figure out why I was crying & laughing & scolding him & hugging him like a crazy woman.
And, when I turned around to thank the older man, the older man was gone, & I never saw him again.
Anyway, long story... but you really never know how you'll react until you're in the situation.