Barbas said:
I saw a kid pissing on a railing in China once. It was a busy junction in the middle of the city and he was butt-naked.
Times are hard.
I stubbed a toe once. Bruised it really bad. Even bled a little.
*Sniff* They're hard indeed.
(To OP): Disturbing in a slowly-dying sort of way or disturbing in a passing danger sort of way?
If the second, I remember my first year in highschool theater tech, we built an eightteen-foot-high wall for the set, constructed in two parts, with the top half bolted to the bottom. Except, it wasn't bolted very well, and we didn't realize this until it was standing straight up and wobbling with every motion. So we had to lower it back down, slowly, with a team of people propping up the top half with ten foot long 4x4's. I was holding up the wall with the tech director and a few others in the class, with us all standing beneath the looming wall, listening for the sounds of cracking wood and freezing everytime we heard it. I remember at one point the splintering got so bad that the tech director told us to get out, everyone dropped their wood and scattered - except for him. Thankfully the bolting held long enough for us to get back and get the wall down. That's probably the closest brush with death I've had, setting side the various head injuries I suffered as a toddler. But I don't remember any of those.
If the first... my sister had anorexia for a few years. At her absolute worst, she dropped to about 93 pounds, looked like a diseased baby bird. Bags under her eyes, ribs and veterbrae showing, her head looked too big for her body. She's gotten loads better, but it was... unsettling, for a while there.