That "for granted" part always sits uneasy with me. So being told of the latest rather extreme hobby, I offered the following observation.
Papa: What with you having survived a near miss only last month, and now with you informing me of even riskier exploits, I guess you are still my acorn.
Papa: If you manage to survive your ever more elaborate challenges of death, I have no doubt you'll grow into a magnificent oak. But until then, you are just another nut.