Why me?(part two)

I was using the pressure washer at work today when it broke. I didn't have anything to do with the fact it broke(or if I did it was unintentional); but I still got that bad feeling in the pit of my stomach when something bad happens or is about too, then my boss came in screaming. Same feeling I get when I witness an accident or almost get in one or when I witness the arguing before a fight. Out of all my biological responses I hate that one probably the most. I'm thankful for my fight or flight response, I understand the purpose of it, but I don't like how the feeling resonates in my stomach sometimes. Like when I'm playing Gears of War 3 and I'm in a five man clutch, I almost always get the feeling, unless they are a bunch of scrubs. Moving on from me whining about the function of adrenal glands. There was a guy at school today, after I got out of class, petitioning the school on allowing him to be admitted there. Apparently the school (keyword there, school, meaning it was serious) wanted him to take certain medication to be able to attend, but he didn't believe in taking medicine. Knowing that if the school needed him to take the unspecified medication to attend, he probably isn't very sane without it; I signed the petition. If that's the case then no matter how many signatures he gets he still won't be able attend, but every signature gave him a little more hope. I wasn't going to be the one to tell him that it doesn't matter how many signatures he gets anyway, especially if he is crazy, I'm not dealing with that. I may be honest and upfront with people but I'm not idiotic.