Did you ever almost get killed? (again)
 

I was a firefighter once and have done other things that could be considered dangerous. I can vividly recall each time that I almost got killed.

Once, I almost got blown off of an aerial ladder, about 80 feet up in the air because of a loose connection on the water gun. (Rookie did it.) Many times I didn’t have my life belt on…that time I did.

Does anything stand out in your past that gave you a glimpse of the Grim Reaper?

yeah... last week... my pancreas decide it wanted to do something else that the rest of my body didn't want to. Luckily the rest of the bod won that battle.

the absolute closest... August 2002. I had an asthma attack in Minerva, NY in a dusty cabin 20 minutes from the nearest urgent care facility, 1 hour from the nearest hospital.

It was like drowning without water. It was at that moment I realized how much my wife really means to me as I didn't think about myself passing but what my life means to my wife and what she would have to deal with without me.

I was driving once one a 2 lane road (both ways). The road goes down a huge hill, and allows passing on the side I was on.

At the time I felt the need to be at the front of traffic (which was 2 cars), so I opted to pass them going down this hill. The problem is that oncoming traffic is also coming down a huge hill (think valley), so as a result I pulled out to pass, was halfway through passing the 2 cars on my right, and the minivan that was far off is suddenly dead ahead of me.

He pulled to the shoulder as much as he could and I gunned it and made the pass.. But I almost died, and unfortunately the driver of the van would have died too due to my desire to pass.

More times then I'd like to remember.

Yes,

When I was about 2 I feel into a pool at a party me and my parents were at. Luckily my dad saw me fall in.

In my teens I tried to kill myself numerous times behind the wheel of my Mustang, but fortunately I didn't succeed.

I've almost died five times. i'm had a very eventfull life.

doctors said i'd be ddead at 7. i'm 24 heh. i once could not breathe at all.. on my way home from a vacation. thank god there was a hosptial close by and thank God an old 1986 van could go well over 99mph. 30 seconds longer i would have aquired brain damage. another 30 seconds and i would had not breathed.

i've landed on my head once.. my chair quit working, rolle d back off a steep ramp. every bit of the weight of myself and the chair was on my head and neck. one reason I believe in God. my neck should had snapped.

so , there are two examples. i've had much worse...

I was boogie boarding at Ocean City NJ, and a wave came down on top of me, flipped me over, then pinned me down underneath my board underwater. It must have been a pretty big wave, cause it held me down there for what seemed to be quite a long time. Luckily, I popped back up with a bit of water in my lungs after the wave passed. That was my closest, and it was close enough for me...

There was the time when I was removing a 10,000 gallon gasoline storage tank. I was sitting on top of the tank connecting the cable and hook of the trackhoe to a hole in the tank. When the trackhoe operator started pulling on the tank the metal hook rubbed against the metal of the tank which inturn cause a spark to drop into the "empty" tank. Luckily for me there wasn't enough oxygen in the tank, just enough to cause a small flash fire and a slight bulge in the tank (mrsandman as an ex-fireman I'm sure you've heard the sound of explosive vapors igniting before).
I kind of felt like Slim Pickens from the movie "Dr. Strangelove" except I didn't have a cowboy hat.

So far just once.

I was driving my 1980 toyota corolla down a highway here at about 60mph, when someone turned left in front of all of us and we had to slam on our brakes to avoid hitting the turning car. Well, of course my older car doesnt have anti-lock brakes, and ended up locking my brakes and skidding a good way until the car started to fishtail and slid at an angle similar to this slash ( / ). then it started to roll over and if i hadnt let off of the brake at the right time, I would have rolled the thing and probably would have died at that speed. I ended up in the right lane after starting in the middle lane, and I actually narrowly avoided hitting 3 cars around me at the time.

thats the closest so far.

Some soccer mom pulled her damn suv out in front of me when I was driving along once at an intersection. The light was green when I approached it, she was turning right into my lane, and she looked to see if anything was coming, but unfortunately the sun was both at my back and she was a moron. Wasn't wearing my seatbelt, so I'm sure my head would be through the windshield and she'd probably be dead at the angle I would have hit her.

Good thing for my ninja-like reflexes.

more times than i'd care to discuss, and more times (nearly) self inflicted, ill leave it at that

damn, i've never been in a life-threatning situation

dont worry, you're not missing much.

Ice and slush covered interstate. Me in a 92 chevy baretta doing 60 mph which was way too fast. Moved into the left lane to pass some moron driving a safe and controlled 40 mph and I hit a lump. Not sure if it was ice, snow or small animal, but the back end fishtailed 45 degrees one way, then 45 degrees the other way (always steering into the skid), THEN I took my foot off the gas and after more fishtailing, regained control and did 35 the rest of the way to Green Bay. There have been others, but that was the most recent, about 6 years ago.

I'm happy that I never got stuck in those type of situations!

I was 18 and home on leave from the Marines, and picked up a girl in a bar, and we were drunk and headed to lovers lane. (Yeah, I was underage and drinking). It was raining, and we were smooching (yeah AND driving) and I was pointing out the red lights as I ran them…WHEN… my left front tire climbed up over the median…overcompensating, I yanked the wheel to the right and hit the brakes and went into a backwards skid towards the right curb. I hit it backwards, and flipped, I don’t know how many times, rolled down a hill between telephone poles and trees, just short of a cement bridge over a river, and ended up upside down on a golf course…I can’t remember what hole. (For you Detroiters, it was Plymouth Rd. (I think) and the Rouge River, I was headed for Rouge Park.)
We hit so hard I lost my wallet. The BORROWED car was totaled, and neither one of us was hurt…at all. I had sore shoulders the next day, from banging against the roof. Never got laid, obviously, and never saw her again. (Bad first impression, I guess.) I had much difficulty explaining my misfortune to the owner of the car. I still have a photo of me standing next to the car… it only comes up to my waist. Lucky ain't the word.

Only once that I can recall. One night I was pulling into an unbusy intersection during a freshly green light, when I looked to my left and saw a pickup truck traveling at least 70 towards the intersection. About 2 seconds probably passed between the time I realized he was going to blow the light and when he blazed just past my front bumper, my brakes squealing. I consider myself lucky to have looked when I did, and praise my driving school teachers for implanting the idea to always look, even during a green light. I remember I sat in the lonely intersection for the remainder of the green light, only beginning to move again when the yellow glow startled me back to the present world. I was shaken for about a half hour afterwards.

Yep, and it even happened today. I was working on a live switchboard, but the section I ws working on wasn't live. I slipped when I was drilling a hole for a new piece of equipment, and my hand landed across the busbars. 440V or pure oompf. I passed out, and have just got home from the hospital. I still feel like shit!

more than a few.....

One that stands out is when I was riding through some nice twisties in the hills.....probably going a bit faster than I should have been....but not so fast that I couldnt keep it in my lane.

A minivan came around the bend while I was in a hard lean on a tight curve......and it was fully in my lane.

I had to lean the bike down hard....so hard that I was losing grip on both tires....just to avoid the van......

still only missed it by a few inches.....but if we would have made contact, I would have gone over the edge of a cliff.

Very scary.

i've had a few myself, but he last time happened in a movie theater....

I was bored and went to the movie theater to catch a flick. There wasn't any good movies showing but I was bored so I decided to watch Dumb and Dumber. I really have a strong disliking for most slapstick comedies but like I said, I was bored....

I bought some twizzlers and a soda and took my seat inside the theater. I had my choice of seats as NO ONE was inside, appearantly I was the only loser bored enough to go see this movie. And so the movie begain and I watched...

I was surprised... I mean it was so terribly stupid, sooo unbelievably dumb that it was HALARIOUS! I've never laughed as hard while watching a movie as I did that movie. Then came the Toilet Scene... For those who don't know, the movie is about these two bumbling idiots who go on an adventure to return a briefcase full of money to a mysterious lady... anyways in this particular scene one of the guys (Jim Carrey) pours a half of a bottle of concentrated liquid laxative in his buddy's coffee as payback for dating the girl he is interested in.... Anyways the guy arrives at the girl's house and then the laxative kicks in and he runs straight to the bathroom, then halarity ensues... during the scene he is convulsing on the toilet I laughed so hard I starting choking on the twizzzlers I was eating. I started choking and sufficating for what seemed like several minutes. I started to lose consciousness everything started to go dark and I started to see a light in the distance (it was probably just the movie screen but ya never know). And the only thing I could think about was-

"fuck me!, I'm going to appear in tomorrow headlines in the newspaper as the man who died alone in a movie theater while watching a Jim Carrey movie..."

then I swallowed the bit of twizzler and took a great big gasp of air and started coughing...

Hilarious escape from the reaper, I'll bet it wasn't funny then.

As a kid, I once tried to syphon gas outta the lawnmower for my mini dirtbike and naturally I didn't know what I was doing and swallowed the gasoline. It blocked my throat and I could not breathe. I ran around like a chicken with no head, running hysterically. My mom ran me down and gave me mouth to mouth. I then puked for two days steady.

One other time I ran a YELLOW light and some cunt was "timing the stoplight" from the other direction and she fucking t-boned my eagle talon at 90KM/h in her '81 oldsmoblie. My car spun a 180 and when I came to and few minutes later my head was split open and a mob of onlookers were there to greet my return to the thing we call life. Musta been out for a while now that I think of it.

i've had a few but i'll just tell one of the more memorable

a few years ago when i was in high school we were dismissed early because of reports of major flooding around the entire school district. as i was driving up my dirt road i noticed that a stream of water was collecting on the road where there hadn't been one before. it was about 15 feet across and had worn the road down a couple of inches. i sat about 10 feet from it debating whether or not i should go across. my odds were pretty good since i was driving my mom's all wheel drive subaru but i didnt want to get all four wheels stuck because it was pretty wide. i decided to chance it instead of taking the long way around and i took my foot off the brake when the entire section of road washed away in a huge mudslide and down the side of the hill.

yes, my ex was very abusive and at the very end when i realized what was happening and i was trying to get out, he locked me in his house and tried to shoot me, but he only acted like he was going to shoot himself to get me at closer range.

Twice, both drowning-related in a swimming pool. Thank god for lifeguards.

I once had an AK-47 pointed at my gut by a drunken Tanzanian Customs Guard at about 11 o'clock at night. This guy was so drunk, he could barely stand; he thought I was lying to him (I wasn't, but that didn't help the situation) and I kept thinking,"This guy is going to stumble in a minute, and I'm going to get cut in half!"

Shot in the back while running for our lives while I was in the Marines, shitty little jungle in a shitty little country trying to help promote democracy. Nothing like a hot piece of metal to ruin your whole outlook about a place. I bled off and on for 2 days before the corpsman could get it to stop completely.

I once dated a woman whose mother could assemble an AK-47 blindfolded, whose father was an untreated schizophrenic, whose brother weighed 300 pounds and had a history of assault charges, whose family kept a piranha tank in the living room, and had sex in her house, with people in the next room, me banging the headboard rather loudly against the wall. Subsequently, I found out I could put my clothes on really f'ing fast.

I was thrown off an IBS by a huge wave. The undertow thrashed me around a bit, but I managed to get my break loose. When I tried to surface other IBSs were interlocked with the one I was thrown off of. I couldn’t find an opening to surface and get air. I was violently hitting the bottom of the rafts clawing along desperately trying to get air. I blacked out and came to inside the raft that my boat crew was in. I still don’t know how that happened to this day.

I once had a loaded light support machinegun aimed at me during an exercise in the army. The person holding the gun I wouldn't trust for a second. I have never been so scared in my life.

A couple times. Once was shingling a steep pitched 2 story farm house. Had a rope tied to my belt and slipped as I was taking off the the scaffolding at the top. grabbed the rope and slide to a stop with my feet dangling over the edge. Another time was a passenger and 7 month pregnant in a car accident. Hit a steel guard rail at 45 mi/hr. Hit a curb before hitting the rail and bounced. Only about 3 inches of the bumper caught the rail. If we had gone over it would have been quite the ride. We were looking at the tops of tall pine trees when we came to a rest. Just had minor injuries and the baby was fine. Also had a bicycle accident, cracked my skull and got a head concussion, and they were afraid I'd already drifted into a coma before I got to the hospital. Amazingly I haven't broken any limbs or other bones besides my skull. Now you know what's wrong with me. Some marbles must have leaked out.

me and a couple of buddies were in my friends acura integra going 35 and he was getting into the right lane when a jeep going 70 slammed into the side and back of the car. If my friend had been another foot into the right lane the jeep would have gone over the acura killing all of us. I couldn't believe how lucky I am to be alive.

I almost slammed head on into a red jeep cheroke due to slippery road conditions a while back, but luckily drove into a ditch and almost died a 2nd time. I got fined $200 for it.

the incident that made the most lasting impression on me was a near miss traffic accident.
i had just bought a new car about 2 months after totalling the previous one. the new car was a 5 speed and i wasnt used to the clutch yet. i was at a light waiting for the green. when it changed, i got off the clutch too quick and it jerked into the intersection and stalled. i got it fired up quickly, put it in gear and was about to proceed when a semi-trailer went barrelling through the intersection, running the red light at about 40mph. missed me by a couple of feet.

Once I was driving this crappy car I think it was a ford tempo. It was icy and a Garbage hauler slid on the ice into the passenger side of my vehicle which then pushed me into traffic where I took a Semi head on. I came out of that with barely a mark surprisingly enough, but it took me a month before I could stomach a drive again.

I've had two situations in my life that could have been a lot worse than they ended up being. Now that I'm an adult, they're even scarier to me now than when it happened, as I understand better now the real danger I was in.

The first was a serious bumper car accident shortly after I turned 5. An older friend accompanied me on to the ride, while my mom watched. T. and I were trying to get my seat belt on, and had only managed to get it as far as my neck when the ride started. Our bumper car went straight into the edge of the platform, and I ended up with my face landing on the dash, teeth-first. Two of my teeth were knocked back, not out, and I was strangled by the belt. A bloody mess, the ride operator merely picked me up and deposited me in my mom's arms. The ride to the hospital is a complete blur; I only really remember it because my blood stained the back seat of our car, and years later it would bring the memory to mind. My next memory is of being in a hospital bed, in a neck brace, and hearing my mother being told that it was fortunate I didn't crush my trachea.

We ended up in a legal wrangle with the carnival company because they refused to pay the copays for my dental work and hospital visit. I had to have two oral surgeries to pull the teeth that had been knocked back and to pull another tooth that died from the trauma. The company actually ended up paying more than my dad originally asked for, simply because of their refusal to pay anything until my dad got an attorney involved.

The second time I came close to death was a couple years after the bumper car incident. I came down with a really bad case of strep throat on a Friday. My parents tried to get me into the local doctor's office, which was the only option around, as we lived in a very rural area. But the receptionist said they had no appointments, not even for someone as sick as I was rapidly becoming. Saturday morning I woke up with a rash around my midsection--scarlet fever. Most of that day is a hot blur. When my fever spiked over 104, my parents decided it was time to make the drive to the hospital. Once there, I was given an injection of penicillin. I am so thankful for antibiotics. They saved my life. The hospital's treatment also kept the strep from causing me lasting problems.

Otherwise, I've always been a really healthy person, and am generally not accident-prone. Thank goodness, as my brother more than makes up for me. He's had more brushes with death than anyone else I know.

hmm...1/4 of the posts are vehicle related...

While having car issues I was commuting via my road bike about 5 miles to school each way. One time when crossing a heavily traveled street it was clear and a car turned and sped up nearly clipping my back tire. I thought I was going to die at the moment. I made it across and got off my bike sat down and cried for several minutes. A truck pulled over and asked if I was alright. I called James hysterical and from then on I've been very paranoid to ride on the roads in cities. A lot of folks are not biker friendly, that's why I worry about James riding to and from work so much.
Too close of a call for me. I'm still hesitant.

I refuse to answer this based on the fact that it may jinx me.

A. Iraq
B. That thing I did inbetween
C. Afghanistan

Who said that line in that one movie? "I ALMOST DIED. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW!"

Yeah. Just like that.

"Ban cars, not guns. They kill more of your friends than any other leading cause. They're responsible for global warming, too!"

I remember posting about mine before. The big two are heart surgery (where I died, so does that not count?), and getting shot in the leg (had it hit a few millimeters to the right on my leg, I would have bled to death driving myself to the ER). I've got a few more, but they're not really necessary compared to these.

And I'll pop another cap in yo honky ass if I see you dealin' on my corner again!

You're just trying to activate a PTSD flashback, you flashback causer.

Wayne Brady + Dave Chapelle = Crompsin + WillRavel

Is Crompsin gonna have to choke a bitch!?

I almost died, once or twice.
Does that count, like being killed?

"Burned all my notebooks; what good are notebooks?..."

I was 17, driving my not-so-cool 1979 Plymouth Volare out of the parking lot of my favorite health food store. I made the left turn towards the turn lane and per all accounts, some jackhole in a gold 1979 beemer came out from behind a pickup truck doing well over the 55 mph speed limit and t-boned me. 200 feet of skidmarks and the damage to the car (and me) indicated that he was doing around 65 at impact. Some duded broke out the rear windshield and held my head still. Had I not had my seatbelt on, I'd have slid across the bench seat and broken my neck on the passenger side door. The steering column broke and crashed downward and the front bumper of the beemer pushed in from my left and the force broke the ring off the bottom of my pelvis. It was lovely. And I got a $66.66 ticket for failure to yield right of way.

The second time I'd had a sore throat for several weeks and just thought it was laryngitis. Didn't have a doctor in Orlando as I was just there for grad school. Woke up one Sunday morning and was having trouble breathing, felt like I was choking on something. Started coughing and realized that my throat had cracked open and was bleeding. A friend got me to the hospital which promptly took a bloody swab and the ORMC assholes let me sit there for three hours because they lost my strep test. With my throat bleeding and swollen from what they actually determined was strep. One dose of penn and a nap and I was breathing fine.

September 2006, someone did a U-turn into the side of my car. Ended up breaking my rear axle in half, sending me careening off of the side of the road and nosediving into a ditch where my car flipped over and slid at least 100 yards.

When I got out of my seatbelt holding me upside-down in my still-running car, I just started screaming at the guy.

riding the motorcycle home from work, approaching the 'high-five' split at 65 mph. I'm in the center lane when an SUV in the right lane nearly stops and turns sharp left across my lane to make the split for the other highway. we missed each other by 6 inches or less. the crash alone would have likely killed me and if that hadn't, the 110 foot fall over the guard rail most certainly would have.

I thought you didn't have a driver's license.

Every time I read one of Crompsin's posts I die a little inside.


But other then that...



Yes, a few times. Most notable when my lung collapsed and died. Now I have half a lung on the left side. It's pretty cool. I had to learn how to breath all over again.

A couple of years ago I was hit by a car while crossing the road on a zebra-crossing. I got projected through the air a few metres and landed on the road, butt first. Luckily the guy who hit me was going slowly and stopped once he'd hit me. I remember it quite vividly and it really did feel like everything was in slow-motion. What I remember most is landing on the road and letting out the loudest scream of my life. Funnily enough the feeling I remember the most is being incredibly angry. Thankfully I wasn't badly hurt.

I'm in the same boat as everyone else who's almost drowned.

Crashed head-on with a drunk driver. It was about 1am, me and my coworker were headed over to my friend's house. Going northbound (for those in the Alhambra area, Garfield Blvd before Mission, across the street from that Animal hospital) when we notice this car make a WIDE left turn, swerve across all the lanes and ending up right in front of us. Was in the far right lane, couldn't swerve out of the way. The driver drove off, but the cops found him in a nearby parking lot. Turned out to be his 3rd DUI. The impact knocked us back and spun the car around. He ran into us then into a truck driving on the other side of the road. My coworker was driving, ended up breaking something in his leg. I was mostly sore from the seatbelt and airbag.

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I drove in Hawaii. Every day was taking my life into my hands.

I don't. and yes, I still drive. It's my right. :thumbsup:

About six months ago I stopped at a light and was (how do I say this without giving WK or Crompsin ammo?) hit from behind by a van. A couple of seconds later, there would have been 5 lanes of cross traffic. But I got to literally walk away, with only a very bad headache and sore body.

Does evading a kidnapping at age 12 count? *shaking head to clear the PTSD flashback*

Yeah, good luck with that idea in court. First of all, no one has a "right" to drive. There is no "right to drive". And you'll be the first person to cry foul when you get arrested for driving without a license... because I'm sure you won't run your mouth to the cop or anything. Right to drive, my ass.

we've had this lengthy discussion before. without being snotty or snide to you, i'll just agree to disagree with you.

There is no legal right to drive. While you may believe in an inalienable right to drive, if you go to court in such a case, you'll be found guilty and punished. Still, I'm really glad you're okay, DK.

Thanks will, nothing provides more clarity to your life than passing within inches of 1,500 lbs of automobile at 65 mph.

That would make Evil Kenevil the next Dali Lama.

I almost died this past summer.

My buddy and I were riding our 4-wheelers on trails near my house when he got a call to go pick up his little cousin, so he could ride with us.

Well, my buddy was in the lead on our way back to my house, he had gotten about a half mile in front of me, and I decide to hit the gas to catch up.

There are two streets that bisect the trail that we have to cross.
Well, in front of one of the streets is a dirt speed bump about 3 feet high.

I forgot it was there and saw it at the last second, hit the brakes and then the bump, and flew over the handlebars, bringing the atv over on top of me.

I broke my ringfinger in my left hand and wrenched my right knee, but the serious damage came when my head hit the ground and my forehead plowed along the ground a few feet.
I had torn my forehead open from side to side at my hairline, and peeled it back down to my eyebrows.

I managed to drag myself out from under the atv while holding my skinflap up to my head.

I tried to get up but couldn't make it because of my knee and hand.
So I sat there for a moment trying to calm myself, then I felt for my cellphone on my beltclip.

And of course, it was gone.

I finally found it by the 4-wheeler and called my buddy, told him about my wreck and to bring some towels, after he called the ambulance.

I was still about a mile from my house so it seemed to take him an hour to get back to me.

I was bleeding pretty heavily, but never lost conciousness, luckily, and he was able to direct the ambulance to the trail where I was located.

While I was waiting for him to come back, I called my brother and told him what happened, and that I loved him and to tell my mom and sister the same.
He didn't believe I wrecked at first.
He almost beat the ambulance to me when it finally sunk in, though. ;P

Without my buddy, and cell, I have no doubt I wouldn't be here.


After my initial ER stay where they stitched me all across my forehead, I had to be admitted to the hospital because of an infection.
I had all of my stitches out, the wound thoroughly debrided, then re-stitched with a drain hanging out of my forehead. (I felt like Frankenstein's monster)

It all finally healed and now I have this nifty forehead-wide scar in the shape of a McDonald's Golden Arches. (there went my modeling career) :thumbsup:

I finally got back on the 4-wheeler this Fall and am going a leetle bit slower. ;)

I overdosed on a mixture of Theraflu and Ambien.

It was awesome. I sometimes think of doing it again. It was a fun adventure. I just didn't like being put into a behavioral facility. :C

Damn those warning instructions in five different languages on the back of the package.

...

Don't mess with Ambien. That stuff'll have you fighting evil smurfs with a Glock in the barracks at Fort Bragg after your sleepless post Iraqi tour detox sessions.

Not that I'd know or anything. :paranoid:

357 pointed at my head a few times by jealous ex boyfriend. Craziest thing about it, I went back with him after that. Oh the things we do when we are young and dumb...or at least the crazy things I did. I've been almost killed so many times , I am amazed I am still here. changed my ways though...

My spleen flipped over on itself, cut off its blood supply and became septic when I was in the womb. The swelling this caused lead a radiologist to tell my mom that her sonogram results either showed she was having twins, or that her fetus would be born without a head.

I don't know exactly what my Apgar score was at birth, but it wasn't good. They operated to remove my dead spleen immediately after I was born, and I turned out just fine.

I've had a water moccasin fly between my feet as I jumped over it and spread my feet to avoid the bite. I'm 6'2 and that snake was at least as long as I am tall.

I bounced off my bike and landed on my shoulder from around 12 feet in the air. Green-sticked my clavicle. Doctor said if impact was an inch or 2 in further, I would be dead.

I was attacked by a dog at 2. I have the scars still, on my face.

I ran in a fire at 2 as well. Not sure what I was doing there. I have the scars on my feet still as well. Not sure how severe either of those were, but felt they might be worth mentioning since if they continued, I would be dead.

I had a wreck at 75mph. I blacked out but still managed to slam the brake and wake up with my foot pushing the pedal to the floor. If I hadn't, I would have careened through the air off a rail ahead of me....at 75mph in a dinky 92 nissan sentra.

I nearly drowned at ...13 I think. Maybe 12. Anyways, I was under long enough to breathe water, then cough it up after I got dragged out.

I got tracked and treed by a pack of wild dogs when I was cavorting through the woods. They never barked or even growled. They felt I was food, but I had other plans. After 45 minutes I bailed and ran to the edge of the woods so if I was still being tracked, at least I had room to fight with my 6 foot walking stick that I carried for such odd occasions....like dogs and water moccasins, and the occasional alligator.

lol nature hates you ^^

Wow, I feel so safe. I've never even had a nose bleed. Ironically I do plenty of dangerous stuff too.

Hehe. You see they eye in your avatar? I've looked into eyes like that, face to face and not from behind glass ;)

I almost got took by a man in a department store when I was 5 or 6 six years old. He chickened out. I'm still here. I still have the memories though. More of his car than of him. I remember how his car looked speeding away from me. It's always weird to think about now.

Now THAT is a scary story Mixed!

Glad to see you made it out Ok!

many years ago after a night of heavy drinking, an old friend and i were chased into an enclosed parking lot by some gentlemen who had baseball bats. they beat the living shit out of us--he got the worst of it, though---from what i remember, i was hit in the head pretty quickly and was knocked out, but he tried to fight them.

i woke up in an emergency room in a hospital about 50 miles away. i have no idea how we got there.

You win. I vote this the scariest story.

That reminded me of a time of something similar happening to me (but he never came close to actually grabbing my brother and I). This really weird dude (I think he dressed like a rapper to lure kids) followed us through the park when we were about 8, asking us repetedly if we wanted his autograph. Luckily we were into country music at the time :D

I don't know how close to actually dying, but ... When I was about 9, the news said that we had a serial killer in our general area. Mom thinks that's who I spoke to on the phone, giving out information like when is dad home, how many kids, etc. Police said it was just a prank caller. Then he would show up at night, standing outside a bedroom window. Don't know how many times he was there watching us before mom noticed him in the middle of the night. Police still said either a prank, or a goofball that my dad scared off. They said he wouldn't come back. When he showed up at our front (locked) door and mom recognized the voice from the phone, we moved out of state.

Plenty of times that I know of and I'm sure there have been many instances where a minor mistake could have meant death for me too.

1. I was 2 months old. My parents where in an accident in their VW when they were hit head on by drunk drivers. I was in a bouncy seat (they didn't have child seats or even seat belts in some cars then) and I was thrown up into the windshield and then fell back into the car. My mother tells me that she was concious and that another woman walked up to the front of the car and picked me up and out through the windshield (the front was so squashed she could just reach in) and told Mom that she'd take me to the hospital. There they removed MANY pieces of glass from my body, especially my hands.

2. Working on a 2 story farmhouse roof. Reroofing the house. We'd finished one side of the roof and were removing the roof jacks by hanging from an upper jack to pry off the lower ones. I slipped and if my brother hadn't grabbed my leg I'd have gone headfirst off that roof.

3. Another car accident. Hit a guardrail head on at 45+mph. Beyond the guardrail was a STEEP dropoff. If it hadn't been for my belt I would have been thrown through the windshield and out onto the tops of tall pine trees. I would have fallen so far as to practically ensure death. As it was my head hit the top of the windshield and I sprained my wrist but I and my as yet unborn daughter (8 mo pregnant) were fine.

Those are the most memorable.

I made it okay out of that one...other fucked up shit that has happened since...erm, that's debatable. :p
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I dunno. Thinking about it now, it's just kind of vauge and unreachable. And I wasn't frightened at all at the time, until confusion set in after he left. There was this whole rigamarole he gave me about having to take me home and I totally believed him.

This was the early '70s and I was never told to be suspicious of strangers. It just wasn't something parents worried about.

3 times or more - once in a head on collision in passenger seat of a 2006 honda accord, it was raining my friend was driving 50mph and i had no seatbelt on, airbag deployed and saved my life... A few weeks ago, a porsche almost ran me over on Sunset Blvd, and one time my father and i were driving across train tracks and the red lights did not blink and the train almost hit us...

Nothing particularly exciting. Almost got hit by cars moving at high speed a couple of times (but who hasn't? hah), and when I was in the mountains I almost slipped off a cliff. Oh! I got half-assed charged by a moose once. She started building speed and coming at me, and I was just kind of like "oh shit..." held up my hand in the universal signal for "stop" (hey, it works in the movies, right?) and she actually stopped.

yup almost drowned in the ocean "body surfing" when i was 16 and didn't realize a rip had developed... First and last time i go into the ocean without something that floats tied to me!

Or you could just learn to read the waves. I'm not saying you'll be safe once you learn to spot rips, but it can't hurt.

i was hit by a swinging excavator at work a few years ago. it was a swinging arm that hit me square in the shoulder. i flew a few metres in the air.

a few inches higher it would have hit me straight in the side of the head. i'd have definately been dead. i decided to get out of onsite construction work after that.

a week later i fell into a 3m deep pit and missed some rebars by a few inches.

as an infant i drowned in the river. my father saved me in the nick of time as i had gone down for the last time. i remember the very instant that he grabbed my forearm and pulled me out. i remember it like yesterday