If being vulnerable means putting oneself in a position where control is uncertain - which would be my definition, anyhow - then it's very rare for me.

However, the greatest amount of vulnerability that I've ever subjected myself to is when I decided to move away from home at 15 1/2. After making it (i.e., surviving), everything has seemed very easy, and hence, relatively controlled, ever since.

. . . Something like stones being placed in front of me just as I lift my foot off the last.