I am so English, are you?

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Today, I had a very bizarre experience. After somehow squeezing my car in the overtly packed parking lot in the busy afternoon hours of business I was headed for a meeting in suburban Mumbai. My youngest brother and me got into a lift and were headed for the sixth floor in a very expensive yet an old strategic building. The lift had 6 people initially and two of them got out at the third floor, me, my brother, the liftman, a middle-aged lady and two other men (3rd floor ones). Lo, Behold! The fun begun at the fourth after the two men left. Suddenly the lift got struck and it got pitch dark. The lights went OFF and the lift started moving erratically sometime up- sometime down. I asked the liftman again and again as politely as I could whether he could do something about it or if he knew the main security gate’s number so that somebody could come and assist, well he was pale and blank as a blank sheet. After a good 10 minutes or so somebody came and pushed open the door forcibly. To my utter surprise the lift-man was the first one to pounce upon the open door which was a good five feet above. After he was out I asked my brother to jump out to safety with the stool of the lift man decked below and the middle-aged woman was already sweating. The next one was she and then finally I let myself out. During this entire ordeal I was calm and never panicked. But once we got out to safety and I had my car out of the jammed parking lot, I realized I was acting hyper. This is said to be a very English trait, lol. I read somewhere when there is a difficult situation an English would be very cold as compared to a French and once the situation is over they ( the English) tend to get a nervous breakdown. How about you? How do you react to a life-threatening situation ( ie. If you have ever been in one) J? Have you been ever struck in a lift? Please recount any bizarre experience if you have ever had. Bodhi