My better half explicitly forbade me taking a full share job on a boat. For the best, the guy who offered it had a crewmember die on that trip and wound up incarcerated a few times after.
A few years later, she told me to choose between mountainside work and her (too many 7-day weeks, too many midnights, too many close calls, too little help raising babies). Played this one on my last shift while watching a winter sunrise from just below a summit:
At the current gig, we sometimes have business in sight of that spot. One of my coworkers, who knows the lifestyle, has slapped me upside the head and shaken his at me most times he's caught me stopping and gazing up. Another coworker had a parallel job that took him there and almost died in a fall while an uncle - running equipment at the bottom of the same basin - watched and extracted him. He stops and stares, too. Part of a grandfather is one summit over. We sometimes have to powow and remind each other why we all left the field. I guess the scars aren't enough.