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After class today I was walking to my car and about a block before I got there I witnessed a lady make a left turn straight into a guy crossing the street. He actually pulled a movie stunt and jumped onto the hood right before she hit him. After she stopped he seemed all right as the driver and he only talked a minute before she drove off. He was shaken up but after collecting himself a moment he walked the other direction.
My personal closest brush with death was a car accident around 10 years ago. It was a Saturday around 7pm and my brother was driving us home from having spent the afternoon downtown. It was snowing and the roads weren't particularly bad. Living in Wisconsin, driving in bad weather comes natural and it's not really something that concerns my family. So, undeterred and about 3 miles from home my brother started to merge into the 1 lane, and that's when it happened.
The van starts to slowly drift side ways and instead of seeing the road in front of the windshield, I instead see the head lights shining onto a power station by the roadside surrounded by cement slabs. I remember clinching my right armrest but neither my brother or I spoke a word. BAM. A gigantic collision with the cement slab after going into the ditch sideways knocks the wind out of me as the van starts to roll. It's a surreal experience and feeling and everything you've heard or read about slow motion is true. The last thing I remember is a sudden rush of light as the headlights found their way into the ground as we slammed down a final time.
I woke up probably just 30 seconds later. The smell of wrecked car seeped into my nose and I struggled to talk as a radiating pain shot out from my chest. After what seemed like a few minutes I heard my brother ask an, "Are you all right?". I managed a yes, and we both slowly made our way out of the windows that had broken as the doors were jammed shut. I distinctly remember my first line as we stepped back and looked at eachother and the van:
"I think I pissed my pants." My brother laughed.
Topic: Have you ever had a near death experience? Funny, absurd, or just interesting?
And for the record: I didn't pee my pants. The soda I had spilled in my lap.
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not rly a near death experience but one that ill never forget
i was 14 or 15 and it was a huge blizzard outside. my dad wasnt home so i had to use the snow machine to clear the way (a good 9-11 inches of snow). so im using it for 20 minutes and soon the snow is so much the thing jams. so me being an idiot sticks my hand under there to remove it WITHOUT turning teh machine off. as soon as i remove teh chunk of solid ice from the mower the plastic knocks my hand out and numbed it for a good week. doesnt sound liek much until my friend's dad has 1 thats bladed 
yea i was rly lucky there
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My brother and I had to bail out(he lost control traveling south due to extremely high winds) of our family Cessna 152 four years ago at about 2000 feet and my parachute didn't open all the way. Somehow I just broke my left ankle.
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I once held my breath 4 minutes under water, which I wrote a blog about and people tell me I could have died.. I guess I was pretty near-accident right thur ^^, but I honestly think I had control of the situation
Edit: Word fuckup
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I got barreled by a wave once while I was body boarding and I literally rode the inside of the barrel upside down and back down again until the wave smashed down and kept me under water for what seemed like minutes. I was totally disoriented and swimming down, the current was holding me even though I was swimming vigorously, I finally smashed into the sandy murky floor and started to struggle swimming the opposite direction. It's such a weird feeling when you re reference yourself to your surroundings. I made it up but I was gasping and sooo close to drowning.
Also when I was a kid and lived in oregon I went to some mountain (mt ashland or shasta or something) with the boyscout troop. A friend and I took our tobogon and sleds out to find fresh powder and explore. We came across a perfect cool slide onto a completely flat meadow. We went up and down a few times until one time my friend's leg broke through the snow and came out soaked. We realized the that meadow was actually a frozen lake.
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every time i got into a car that my sister was driving. that's a lot of near death experiences considering she drove me to school/from school for an entire year of high school.
i still have nightmares to this day.
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Back in '05 I jumped into the deep end of swimming pool, that day I learned I couldn't swim. So after I almost drowned I decided to jump again for some reason. I was most likely thinking "well I know what to expect this time." That's how I almost drowned twice in a 10-minute span.
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I was almost run over by a 53' when on my bike when I was 12.
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On January 20 2010 07:33 DrTJEckleburg wrote:
My brother and I had to bail out(he lost control traveling south due to extremely high winds) of our family Cessna 152 four years ago at about 2000 feet and my parachute didn't open all the way. Somehow I just broke my left ankle.
Jesus, must have beem scary to fall 2000 feet with a parachute half opened.
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Eh the closest I have ever come to death (not that close) was when me and a friend were driving back home for thanksgiving break. He had just gotten a thingy to plug his ipod into the radio and he was playing with it as he drove. It was snowing a bit and the roads were slicker then normal. He says to me "Kyle tell me if we are about to die" then starts to play with his device. So the car starts drifting a bit toward the side of the highway road and I mention this. He however kinda overreacted and made a sharp adjustment. Due to the slick roads the car started to slide and eventually he adjusted again and we slide to the side of the road and slammed into the median instead of traffic.
Just glad no cars were close to us or could have been a lot worse.
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I'm copy pasting this from an old blog of mine
I was going to leave for work and it turns out it snowed about a foot last night (no joke and we hadn't seen a speck of snow since last winter). So I get my JEEP CHEROKEE cleaned off and PUT IT IN 4WD. I go to leave my driveway which is at like a 40 degree slope and usually ices over but I figured since it was plowed, I don't know, five minutes ago it'd be fine. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, as soon as I hit the slope I have no brakes at all. The kicker is the road my driveway is on is the main road into my town with a speedlimit of 40 mph. The best part is there are three cars coming (luckily all in the lane closest to me). So I floor it into the other lane's ditch and the other car does a 180 in it's lane. No one was hurt or even touched another car but holy shit that could have been bad.
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got clipped by oncoming traffic on my bike on a busy LA street, luckily i was able to wobble to sidewalk where i proceeded to crash and eat shit. I remember not being able to get up for a few minutes, but i got away with a heavily bruised shoulder and just some cuts.
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On January 20 2010 07:33 DrTJEckleburg wrote:
My brother and I had to bail out(he lost control traveling south due to extremely high winds) of our family Cessna 152 four years ago at about 2000 feet and my parachute didn't open all the way. Somehow I just broke my left ankle.
WTF holy shit
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On January 20 2010 07:33 DrTJEckleburg wrote:
My brother and I had to bail out(he lost control traveling south due to extremely high winds) of our family Cessna 152 four years ago at about 2000 feet and my parachute didn't open all the way. Somehow I just broke my left ankle.
Wow man, glad you made it!
One Sunday morning I was driving to meet my friend in a town for a morning coffee after we drunk whole night before. I was really tired and not really fully awake as I sat into my car. When I checked for incoming traffic I started to get on the main road and then this guy was all of the sudden driving like crazy into me just as I was half the way on the road. As I tried to speed up and get across he turned into my lane and crashed right into my side of the car with like 70-80km/h. My car was thrown 5m away in a ditch, which only stopped my car from sliding further. Dunno how I gone thru that only with big fat bruise on my ribcage, and few scratches and bruises here and there.
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Being a dipshit and boogie boarding as a 14 year old at about 11pm in the crappy, riptide-loaded waters of the Jersey Shore. I was pretty sure I'd either drown or turn into some kind of huge super hero by swimming into a half used steriod syringe.
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I had a severe cough about a year ago and was coughing up flegm regularly. Nothing to weird there I guess. But one night I must have coughed in my sleep alot cause I woke up and couldn't breathe. So I ran out into my Flat's corridor banging on everyones door and the American I was staying with came out and heimliched me but nothing happened, so I went into the kitchen and as I turned the light on I remember thinking "Shit, I can't breathe and haven't for about a minute and a half, and there's nothing I can do about it." And the worst part of it was that I wasn't even choking properly, it was just gunk. So I keep trying to cough hard and vomit into the sink and force my fingers down my throat to try and gag it up.
Meantime one of my room mates has called NHS and been put through to NHS24 (our beyond shit helpline) and another one has called one of the wardens (I stayed in this big stretch of student flats with wardens). So the guy on the phone with NHS eventually starts swearing at them, and by this point I'm starting to black out, and a warden comes in holding a phone on the line with NHS24. But they need to speak to me before anyone gets sent over, so that would have basically have been that had I not managed to retch out the most disgusting pile of bile onto the sink at that moment, after what had apparantly been 4 minutes of not breathing.
Apparantly this quite a common (well not uncommon anyway) way to die, so..ugh. Was really unpleasant, and I'm still deeply paranoid of going to sleep with a cough.
Moral of the story - UK health service sucks if you actually need them.
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Seeing the responses, makes me wonder...
Poll: Near death reason
(Vote): Car accident
(Vote): Car on ice accident
(Vote): Other
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My near death experience was at a birthday party at a pool back in 3rd grade. It was a public pool, so pretty big and all. Pretty damn near death too.
So somehow I passed out and drifted all the way to the bottom of the deep end. I don't remember anything from this at all. The witness accounts said that the lifeguard saw me and pulled me out after I had been underwater for a while. The fire dept came and administered CPR and then the ambulance came to take me to the hospital. I was in a coma for 2 weeks, and all the doctors told my parents that I was never going to wake up, or that I would just be a vegetable for the rest of my 'life.' All this was told to me by other people, of course.
The first thing that I remember after being at the party is waking up in a hospital bed with tubes coming out of my nose. I actually have a scar at the bridge of my nost because I rubbed it some much while the tubes were in it. I was OK after that, and was able to go home without any problems. I'm glad I survived though.
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Dont think this qualifies as a "Near death experience" But i thought i had died when i was on DMT.
i said to myself that i cant no fucking way possible experience something like this, I MUST HAVE DIED!
when i later came to my senses and the drug wore off i sat paralized for what seemed an eternity
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Closest i've been to death was when I was about 8 or 9, I was play wrestling with a couple of kids after we had raced around the block on our bikes. We raced around the block then ended up in front of my house and we started wrestling on my front line. One kid was holding me down while another climbed onto a green electrical box to jump down on me like one of those wrestling moves you see on T.V. So the kid jumps down on me and I get pushed down on to the ground and my head slams right onto my driveway curb. The lucky thing is I still had my bike helmet on when we got off our bikes to wrestle. It had still hurt like shit from slamming into the curb, but looking back at the huge dent that it made in my helmet, it could have been a lot worse.
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I've never been in a car accident, my mom almost died in one about 6 years ago though (guy ran a red light in a big pick-up truck and t-boned her.)
Closest I've been is when I was probably like 10 years old trying to keep up with my older cousins in the cold ocean off the coast in New York. I swallowed a mouthful of salt water and was under the water. My cousin had to pull me up and drag me back to where I could stand.
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On January 20 2010 07:44 CharlieMurphy wrote:
that's awesome Vince
I wouldn't call it awesome =\
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i ate rat poison, my mother found out about this she called the doctor and told me to drink 4 glasses of tea.
if she had not found out prolly i wiould had died , no joke.
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http://www.snotr.com/video/3196
(how to embed?)
watch out on the road kids, and remember: look left, right and once again left - i heard it quite a lot in the kinder garden (may differ in england and japan though)
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I was riding shotgun on a high speed atv down a thin trail with trees and brush on either side, the guy who was driving decided he wanted to turn around but the trail was too narrow and he over throttled and in response quickly reversed, we started going backwards down a steep slope and before the ATV started to flip it broke some small trees underneath of it, I quickly pushed myself off and landed on sharp spikes of broken trees while at the same time supporting the weight of the atv above me but barely.
holding the ATV up gave my friends enough time to jump off and start pulling it back up the hill, if I hadn't jumped off the ATV would've crushed me between like 600 pounds (guess) of metal and sharp jagged branches, impaling me lol
moral of the story is, be like 50 cent, make sure everything you wear is bullet proof
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Calgary25970 Posts
I've had a lot because of diabetes, maybe 5 or more? Of course I've had low sugar where I can fix it myself, but I've worse times where I was unconscious and someone had to save my life. Outside of that I haven't.
I think I blogged about one of them. I seriously can't believe I lived this; let me see if I can find it.
Ok, here it is:
+ Show Spoiler [story] +What do you call the cure to Diabetes? Live-abetes. I thought that was the funniest joke I'd ever heard, and I told it to another Diabetic who then tried to kill the person who originally told the joke. I'm super bored. So I'm going to tell you about one man's struggle with DUN DUN DUN DIA BEE TUS! If you don't know, Diabetes means your body sucks at handling blood sugar. Suffice it to say, diabetes is like trying to play that helicopter game. Get your blood sugar too high, it's really bad in the long term for your health; get it too low and you can seriously fuck yourself up or kill you. Eating makes your blood sugar go up, injecting insulin makes it go down. Keep the helicopter in the sweet spot. It's really easy most of the time. You eat something, and then take some insulin to counter what you just ate. Things get complicated when your life gets in the way. When you were planning on eating something and forgot; when you were drinking; when you forgot that you exercised; when you left your insulin somewhere.
On this fateful night, I fell victim to this mistake. I got home from work, and my blood sugar was a little high. Planning on eating dinner and not wanting to take two injections, I measured out enough to cover my current blood sugar and the increase from the dinner I was going to eat and took it while at my desk. It was at this point I remembered that Newbleague was starting up, and logged on to see if I was playing. I got a message saying my opponent had to go soon and to join his game. Three hours later Newbleague was winding down and it was approaching 10:00, so I logged off and got ready for bed, not realizing that I hadn't eaten dinner. ... I can faintly hear an alarm in the background. It feels like it's been ringing for so long. I recall the dream I was having. Laying in a minefield, trying not to set the mines off. I tell my leg to stretch and touch one of the mines - nothing moves. I focus really hard and give the order again. This time my leg moves slowly, but instantly gets the feel that it's going to charlie horse, so I pull it back. The alarms still going. I feel wet. I feel hot and cold at the same time. Why is it so bright out? I open my eyes and focus on the alarm. I try to turn it off. My arm is asleep, but I didn't lay on it. Strange, the other one is asleep too. I'm so confused. I throw my dead-weight arm onto my alarm and manage to shut it off. My eyes instantly close. "Wait, something's wrong." I sit up on the edge of bed (after 4 minutes of trying) and feel that all four of my appendeges are asleep. That doesn't make sense, that doesn't make sense at all. My starved mind is trying to put everything together. I stand up and gravity instantly reminds me of my weakened legs. This isn't going to work... When I get into diabetic mode, I often think in my head through every little move. The end goal is in the refrigerator, which may as well be 2 miles away. In reality, I need to get to the end of the hallway, down the stairs, through another hallway, and I'll be home free. I grab my footboard and pull myself up. Picture walking, but 3 times a second your muscles fall limp. That's what walking in this state is like. I try to lean onto something so that my center of gravity is above it, so when I inevitably fall, I'll be okay. It's been about ten minutes since I woke up now, and I've reached my bedroom door. A few minutes later and I'm at the top of the steps. No use risking it, I sit down and slide down the steps in a few seconds. Back on flat ground, the handrail I was using upstairs is no more, meaning I'll have to support myself with vertical walls. While this is going on, my mind is worrying me in the background. I've remembered at this point that I only have a few minutes of sugar left in me. After that, no one will find me until 4pm tonight. The worry pushed me forward. I turn a hallway corner and collapse. Time is valuable, I pull myself back up and steady myself on the wall. Up ahead, disaster. The basement door (open) is on the right, and the hallway continues to the left. There's nothing to hold on to between there and here. In my mind I'm repeating "please don't fall downstairs, please don't fall downstairs." I aim for the left and push myself off, landing just beside the door and grabbing onto the wall. I can see the pantry now, and I quickly slide down the wall and into the pantry. My first sight is a bottle of honey, which I grab and twist the lid off of. Graet, the honey is solid on the bottom. I die inside laughing at this. Next to it is the peanut butter. I grab a handful and smeer it all in and around my face. I can actually feel the sugar being distributed through my body, but peanut butter isn't ideal. I stumble over to the fridge and test my luck. Gatorade. Jackpot. When you have low blood sugar, you start losing your senses in order of importance: taste smell touch hearing sight When you drink something really sugary, the senses flood back in the same order. It's kind of strange, but your fingertips go from completely numb to getting feeling back. I knew I would be alright when the smell of peanut butter came rushing in my nose. You can also feel the sugar travelling down your arms and legs to your hands and feet. And that's it. That's the worst diabetic attack that I've ever been conscious for. I've had one's where I wake up with quite low blood sugar, but never where my arms and legs were actually asleep.
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I was camping in colorado at a boy scout reservation when I was in 6th grade. I woke up in the middle of the night and heard something breathing outside my tent. The noise was really deep and it took me a second to figure out it was a bear. I could hear it crunching around on leaves. As it came closer I could hear its footsteps on the ground (like a boot or heels except this is a bear). I was in a canvas tent on these springy cots so every time I would move it would make noise. The breathing got really close, I heard the noise canvas makes when it swishes, and the breathing suddenly got really loud. I smelled some extreme BO, but bear kind. I was so scared I couldn't move. The bear was right above my head but I didn't dare open my eyes. I don't know how long the bear or how much of it was actually inside my tent, but it left. The next day I heard counselors on bear patrol (they would walk around camp at night with shotguns loaded with rubber rounds and other noisemaking/bright things to scare wildlife off) talking about the biggest bear they had ever seen (verbatim, "it could take down a tent with a single swipe") heading towards a camp full of cub scouts. knowing that the bear would make them all run around and scream, he went up to it and decided to shoot it. He shot one round into it which most bears usually run from, but which just made this particular one angry. He started slowly backing up, shot another, then another, and the bear finally retreated. Because of the location of the kids camp the bear didn't head back off into the woods but into the "older" scouts camping area.
Even seeing bears at the zoo for a couple years afterward would make me really scared. I've just been able to look at them in a zoo setting and not feel real fear, but I still have way more respect for them than any other animal.
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When I was 5, I was climbing a ladder leading to the roof of our tenement. Somehow, I managed to grab beside the uppermost rung, so I fell from ~2,5m (8 feet) landing solely on my head on the concrete floor. The kid I was with ran away scared after seeing me, so I had to walk down (the elevator didn't work) 9 floors to my grandmother's appartment alone, crying and slightly confused. Upon reaching my grandma's I passed out. Several hours later I woke up in the hospital with several tubes coming out of my arms. I learned that I had received a heavy concusion. I had to stay in the hospital for 10 days and I was not allowed to get up at all during this time. The first two days I was only fed through tubes for some reason... which, rectospectively seen, was far tastier than the crappy hospital food I got afterwards...
Oh, and for the next 6 months I was not allowed to watch any TV or to expose my head to sun for a prolonged period of time... I guess that's the main reason why I learned to read at such an early age...
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id say the cloest iv come to dying is falling 22 feet. luckily only got a concussion and knocked out (and a couple bruises)
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aside from the numerous near car collisions that come with living in LA I can't recall any real near death experiences. Though when I was a little kid my refrigerator almost decapitated me
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running across the street.. Almost there only 1 slow car to beat so I naturally relax. Little did I know there was a faster on the other side of it that I didnt see. But adrenaline kicked in and i made it! :D
yea I know not very exciting lol
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United States3573 Posts
No near death experiences for me, but too many stories to count of being sent to the ER as a kid. All related to bikes, rollerblades, and skateboarding. lol
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On January 20 2010 08:37 DeathSpank wrote:
aside from the numerous near car collisions that come with living in LA I can't recall any real near death experiences. Though when I was a little kid my refrigerator almost decapitated me
That's real common.
Wait, what?
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I nearly drowned when I was like 6 or so. I was hanging around the deeper end of the shallow part of the pool, and then I noticed I was kind of getting pushed into the deeper end by the water, and resisting wasn't really doing much good. At some point I hit the point in the pool where there was a rump, and it went from like 4 feet to 10 feet deep. I couldn't get back to the shallow end, and I couldn't swim. I had stopped trying and was starting to black out when I felt someone yank me up out of the water. My babysitter's daughter had jumped into the pool and managed to drag me out just in time.
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when i was running to school and i slipped at the sidewalk as a car sped by. yay. i fell and saved my life >>
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This happened a couple of years ago. It was before I knew that I needed glasses (i thought everyone had bad vision like me). A friend and I went snowmobiling in a huge open field behind his house at night. It was my first time snowmobiling, and I didn't know how big the field was because I had never been there before. My friend zooms ahead of me, so I start slowly on the gas and eventually progress to 120 km/h. Traveling at 120 km/h I suddenly see my friend stopped near the end, I didnt have enough time to react and our ski's hit.
I am fairly certain that if I was an inch or so to the left I would have collided directly with him while I was traveling at 120 km/h and he was stopped, and that we both would have died.
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Netherlands13554 Posts
Nearly drowned when I was like 4 or 5.. I still remember it although vaguely, I have no idea how old I actually was.
My brother was on this waterbike with a friend of his and I wanted to be on it too but there was only place for 2 people. So I sat on this box with the propellers in it and I slid backwards into the water. I couldn't swim and pretty much sank to the bottom. My brother jumped after me (he was 7 or so and just graduated for his first swimming diploma) and dragged me to the side of the water. My mom had nightmares for months.
Now that I think of it, that was actually really really close, considering my brother had just learned to swim and the fact that he was 7 years old could mean he wouldn't really know what to do.
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I remember one time I was shooting at this zergling thing and I thought I was about to die but then a dropship came and saved me
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When I was 5 I went into a public pool after having a swimming lesson. I still couldn't swim haha. Umm... I was on the stairs part where you initially get in and then I started to drift into the 4 foot waters. Being under 4 feet tall I was completely submerged and attempted to run back to the stairs. That was in vain and I continued to drift farther and farther away. I began to panic and jumped up and tried screaming but couldn't. Began to drink that chlorine filled water and was freaking out.
Then, I saw this body swimming over me and I reached up and scratched the hell out of that body. Turns out, that was my brother I was scratching and he dragged me back out. I don't remember a single thing after scratching him actually. I just remember that part and the rest is blank... I do know I'm still alive and kicking though  .
Anyways,
I think there's no worse way to die than to drown/die from not being able to breathe.
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When I was thirteen, I was on vacation in northern Quebec, in this little town with no hospital or anything and less than a thousand people living there. My family and I went to a dinner party at the home of some relatives, and there were mixed nuts there. I ate a bunch, as up until then I had never had any allergy problems with nuts. Nothing happened for a while, and the party was boring as hell, so I decided to head back to the house where we were staying. It was about a fifteen minute walk, and almost all of it through a trail in the woods (both houses were just outside of the town). And of course, there wouldn't be anyone at our house when I got there.
After walking less than five minutes, my tongue started to feel itchy. I almost kept going, but my extreme paranoia about poisoning myself kicked in, and I headed back. Saved my life. I ended up having a severe allergic reaction to the brazil nuts in the mix. Luckily, one of my relatives is a doctor, and I was fine the next day, but if I'd gone home, I could've gone into anaphylactic shock, passed out, and died.
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On January 20 2010 07:43 CommanderFluffy wrote:
got clipped by oncoming traffic on my bike on a busy LA street, luckily i was able to wobble to sidewalk where i proceeded to crash and eat shit. I remember not being able to get up for a few minutes, but i got away with a heavily bruised shoulder and just some cuts.
i had exactly the same incident, 'cept an asshole uni pedestrian stepped on me.
i made eye contact with him, and then he walked away akwardly.
then when i went to the doctor, i got a worse injury from being stepped on in exactly the wrong place than i did by getting hit by the car (the person who drove it stopped b4 impact n helped etc.)
I was also surfing one time, when this chobo lady swerves into me and almost proceeds to knock me out with her surfboard (the waves were strong).
Lastly, when my fam was moving (when I was about 12) we loaded up the family car with all our stuff, but found out the electricity had run out (of the car).
We proceeded to let the car full of junk down 45 degree slant without someone anywhere near a brake, thinking that three people behind the car could slow it down etc.
Needless to say, all three of us nearly got crushed, but the middle one (my bro) pulled some bruce lee shit and jumped way clear.
overall, even though my experiences were shitty, I was lucky in surviving them 
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On January 20 2010 08:40 I_Love_Bacon wrote:Show nested quote +On January 20 2010 08:37 DeathSpank wrote:
aside from the numerous near car collisions that come with living in LA I can't recall any real near death experiences. Though when I was a little kid my refrigerator almost decapitated me That's real common. Wait, what?
oh yea, I was like 3 or 4 and I was dancing on my kitchen chair. I fell and the bottom of my chin hit that blade like thing thats at the bottom of older refrigerators. Took 13 stiches and an army of nurses. All I remember was dancing on the chair then blacking out.
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Investigated an IED in iraq
Opened the pack, the blasting cap went off but the IED didn't actually detonate. I was totally freaked the fuck out but calm at the same time.
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United States7488 Posts
A near death experience:
I hydroplaned a car on the freeway, lost control, span 720 degrees across four lanes of traffic, miraculously didn't crash into anyone else, and finally collided with the center divider without bouncing back into traffic. The car was totaled.
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In third grade we took a class trip the the sand dunes in Colorado.
While we were climbing them the wind picked up enough that while I was walking on the edge of a 50 deep pit of sand in order to reach the next dune the wind blew me and my 2 friends down into it. Because it was so windy the edges of the pit were getting blown inwards and so all the sand was avalanching down so we weren't able to climb out and started getting buried by the massive amounts of sand falling inwards. My friend got buried all the way up to his chin because he was stuck below us and I couldn't move from my shoulders down.
Luckily the wind changed directions and one of the parents from the trip got there in time to pull us out.
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I was fishing on a large calm (so we thought) lake with my family on a tiny rented outboard, and we had found a great spot for pickerel. But after a day's catch, the weather turned really stormy with pretty large waves for our outboard. Worse, when we were headed back, we weren't sure which way was the right one. I've never gone fishing on an outboard ever since...
Hmm, I didn't tell that story in a very interesting manner, did I.
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We had this super steep hill in the town i grew up in with a road going downhill, and the road was in a really bad condition.
The kickass kids we were at Age 11 me and two friends came to the awesome conclusion to go on top of the hill and ride down on our rollerskates.
Well, about half way down i lost control and according to my friends had a really bad looking crash and rolled quite far downhill. I lost consciousness at some point and my tongue blocked my airway. My friends were on top and also started coming down when they saw me not moving, they made it without crashing and also some guy who was working in the vines next to the road came and helped me. Good thing my parents always told me to wear a helm and protectors, the crash itself only got me a sprained arm, some wholes in my clothes and some missing skin, but that airway blockage could have been quite unhealthy.
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Nothing big like some of these posts- the closest I've come to death I think was by me totaling a car just going 40 mph... I just ran into the back of someone is all.
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I got in a car crash the day before new years eve(I.E. a couple weeks ago).
Spun out in the snow on the highway and hit the concrete meridian. My friend got a bit of whiplash but we were all okay.
My poor car... =[
sigh...
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The closest near death experience was jumping off the end of the deep pool when I was 5. But, the time where I've been most terrified of 'dying' was when I was racing inside my house w/ my brothers and sisters. I tried to look cool by putting my arms back and leaning down so I was aerodynamic (I was 7), and I rammed my eye smack middle into armrest protruding from a very large heavy chair full speed. I couldn't see anything for like 5 min, and I was so scared that I had gone blind in one eye. I was absolutely terrified and thought I was gonna live the rest of my life blind. I've never recalled being more terrified than that moment.
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I was at a Midway Arcade here in Ottawa, I won tons of candy with my tickets. I loved the hard ones u gotta suck on. So anywho, im on my bike now and the way home is about 30-40 minutes, so i figure have some candy, suck.. suck.. eat.. Ok so i get to my backyard, i open the door and iu start to choke on one of my candies, my moms boyfriend was there he was giving me the hime lift manover, and it wasnt working cus one of my arms was not above his, so he was squeezing me and 1 arm, causing it to be ineffective so for about thirty seconds of this i tapped him and lifted one arm, and plop came out the Candy, omg i was so lucky not to have had this happen anywhere 1+minute sooner, or i would have died. I never eat hard candy anymore, its too risky.
Edit: I almost drowned at the wave pool when I was young, i got real close to the big black thingys, that make waves, and I couldnt swim away, I dont think those would have harmed me, but i wasnt able to swim in the intense waves, my mom saved me tho.
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I was once climbing a mountain in China. When i reached the peak there was another part of the mountain sticking out and to reach it you had to walk across these weird beams that connected from the peak i was standing on and this peak. The beams were only about a foot wide, and nothing to hold onto and below the beams was a 40 foot drop and sharp rocks. It had been raining all day and my dad walked across first. I then walked across and slipped on the beam, but I unwisely grabbed my dad potentially pulling both of us down, but he had his feet planted and I was very light at the time so he was able to stop my fall. Probably the scariest moment of my life.
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It's nothing short of a miracle that I'm still alive with the way I used to cross roads when I was younger, so many close calls...
I remember having a bad experience the first time I ever went swimming (at least when I was old enough to know what the hell was going on), thought I'd learned to swim by just screwing around in the shallow end and immediately decided to head for the deep end, as soon the water was deep enough so that I could no longer stand I realized that actually I really couldn't swim at all. Struggled to keep my head above water for a short while when this random float came past which I grabbed on to and survived lol.
Done some pretty precarious climbing in my time, almost slipped a number of times which could have meant potential death but probably just broken bones in most cases.
When I was about 11 I threw a snowball at some guy's window, seconds later he appeared at his front door with a baseball bat and proceeded to chase me, the guy was pretty big and really mad, was lucky to escape.
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My school, like many schools, holds a huge science-fair type thing near the end of every year. One of my friends decided last year that for physics, he was going to build an authentic medieval crossbow. One fine spring day, he decided to test this crossbow (thankfully without metal tips on the bolts) on our football field. The door between the inside of the school and the athletic field has no windows. To prevent from shooting anyone, he had placed a sign on the inside of said door that read "CAUTION, EXPERIMENT IN PROGRESS, DO NOT USE." Somehow, over the course of the day, either this sign had fallen off, or some asshole thought it would be funny to move it. Either way, I opened the door to be greeted with a crossbow bolt to the chest. This bolt proceeded to do what crossbow bolts are designed to do, and puncture my chest. Thankfully, the bolt was entirely made of wood, and hit a rib, meaning I got away with only a highly painful, but not dangerous puncture wound. An inch off, though, and crossbow bolt+internal organ would have been a very bad outcome indeed.
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dude did that thing with the plane really happen? if so then thats really crazy lol. I never knew so many of tl had brushed with death . . . good thing they were all brushes with death or there'd only be half as many people on iccup to play starcraft with lol.
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Closest I have ever come to dying, (which isn't very close) is being hit by a flying drain pipe/gutter which flew over the back of my head, after being ripped off a building by the wind. Chances are it would have knocked me out cold, but not killed me.
And that one time when I camped in a tent, under a tree, in the biggest thunderstorm I have ever been in before or since, that's the only time I have really feared for my life.
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this isnt me but its my best friend so il post the story. me and a group of 7 of my friends were up at new hampshire for the summer. hanging around playing firsbee in the lake untill my friend through the frissbee over my head and i told him to go get it. now he isnt a great swimmer and the frissbee is pretty far so when he got there he went under and none of us herd him. and he was supposdly under for around 3 mintues untill we noticed and 3 of my friends dived in to get him and i found him and brought him to shore. now luckily one of my friends was a life guard and same as his dad. so we pulled him to shore and he started performing cpr on his lifless body. yes dead his dad who has been a er nurse for 30 years said that he was dead as anybody he has ever seen and we called his dad and they bother performed cpr unitll spontenous respirtation. the scariest moment of my life
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Closest I came to death happened in November of this past year. I spent the weekend with the flu, and it progressed as the days went on, and continued to get worse. I was at the point of screaming out in pain, literally loud enough for the other tenants on my apartment floor to hear. After spending 8hours on the 3rd day in agony, my girlfriend finally had enough, and demanded we goto the hospital. I live about 5 blocks from the hospital, and being the stubborn idiot I am, I said it was not worth the $300 bill for an ambulance ride (for 5 blocks), so we WALKED. Well, actually my GF basically held me up, and drug me most of the way there, while I dove in and out of madness from the pain.
We got to the front entrance, and I collapsed, unable to continue on anymore. Quickly I was placed into a wheelchair and rushed to the ER. Not much later, and under heavy sedation I was told that I had to undergo emergency appendectomy surgery.
Apparently my appendix burst open inside me over the weekend, and what I thought was the flu, was actually all of the debris poisoning my blood. I had gangreen all around the base of the appendix, and was told that had I decided to ignore the pain for 1 more day, I wouldnt be alive in the morning.
Pretty intense stuff.
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i had my life saved by a gay joke. seriously.
this summer i was working full time in a resturant. This took place on monday, right after the gay pride parade in toronto I had just cleaned out the deep fryers and all, they were nice and hot, real hot. im sure you think you see where im going with this. anyways i was standing right infront of these when my boss says "Hey doug, how was the parade on sunday?" i start walking towards him to retort with an equally witty remark, when a car smashs through the wall, knocking ovens, and about 80 litres of hot oil to the exact spot where i had been standing about two seconds ago. needless to say i counlt stop shaking for a few days, and the restaurant was shut down for the rest of the day. Those guys have mad connects to get it fixed up so quick
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On January 20 2010 11:57 TryThis wrote:
i had my life saved by a gay joke. seriously.
this summer i was working full time in a resturant. This took place on monday, right after the gay pride parade in toronto I had just cleaned out the deep fryers and all, they were nice and hot, real hot. im sure you think you see where im going with this. anyways i was standing right infront of these when my boss says "Hey doug, how was the parade on sunday?" i start walking towards him to retort with an equally witty remark, when a car smashs through the wall, knocking ovens, and about 80 litres of hot oil to the exact spot where i had been standing about two seconds ago. needless to say i counlt stop shaking for a few days, and the restaurant was shut down for the rest of the day. Those guys have mad connects to get it fixed up so quick
Did this make the news?
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I don't like this makes me think about how easy it is to go.
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When i was 6 years old, I was playing with a ball outside a motel area where there was a lounge and a pool. Naturally the ball ends up in the pool, and I try and lean over the side to reach it. i fall in the deep end and black out. Luckily my cousin was there sun taning and she dove in and pulled me out.
Another time, I was lying in my bed with my girlfriend and we were eating those hard candy campino things, just chilling. I remember starting to fIall asleep and I woke up with the fucking thing stuck in my throat. My parents were not home and I knew my girl didn't know how to do the heimlick or whatever that shit is called so naturally I freak out for a second. Somehow I forced the candy down my throat by swallowing really hard. It was god damn pain full, I could feel the candy go down the whole way. But I was so fucking relieved.
A more recent time, I was in the passenger seat of my buddies car headed to the casino. We were on the highway between St.Catharine's and Niagara Falls. Just before you hit Niagara there is this long slow turn off, the conditions were pretty poor with black ice and some snow, Not to mention he was driving about 120km/hr. About half way into the long turn we start to power slide, this continues for about 6-7 seconds as my buddy navigates pretty well through the turn (6-7 seconds no joke, i remember saying "wow were fucking sliding arent we? "lol yeah" he responds. As we hit the end of the turn the road starts to straighten out, he tried to balance the vehicle but we start fish tailing pretty hard. I grab the fucking dash and yell out "you can fucking do it, dude!" to keep him positive and confident. Unfourtunatly we start spinning fucking quickly, i remember seeing wall, oncoming traffic, wall, open highway, wall, oncomiong traffic, wall,....etc. Spinning like crazy we hold our breath for the inevitable contact. While spinning I can vaugely see this other car 2 lanes to our right WAY overreact and clearly pull the wheel like a retard. Now that car starts spinning toward the concrete wall. Finally we stop our death spin and hit the wall and about 5km/hr. A small jolt is all that happened to us. We both look at each other and fucking laugh at the anti-climactic ending to that retarded experience. The other car that spun and fucking whipplashed into the concrete wall was totally fucked. A woman got out of that vehicle (fucking obviously) and after realizing she was alright loses her mind saying it was out fault. lol
She was only 2 lanes away and 10 feet north of our position. Cops came, and clearly said it was her fault. So we headed to the casino. Pretty sick.
So standard, high way driving and almost drowning. Just like every one else's near death.
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On January 20 2010 12:21 EniraM(CA) wrote:
So standard, high way driving and almost drowning. Just like every one else's near death.
Speak for yourself dude, I got shot with a fucking crossbow... =P
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I was doing this thing several summers ago called the "Youth Conservation Corps," where basically the state parks took high school students and paid them $500 for 3 weeks of work. Yeah, it sucked and was not worth it at all. Anyways, on one of these days after the eight hours of work, our group went to swim in the river. I saw that two of the other guys were about 200 meters upstream and I started to swim toward them. Unfortunately, I was not a strong swimmer, I was swimming against the current, and I was wearing sandals. I severely underestimated the amount of energy it took to get upstream. Halfway there, it was too late to turn back. I had completely run out of energy and was nearing exhaustion. I freaked out and started desperately splashing toward the rocks the other guys were standing on, and barely made it after going under several times. Then I had to swim back, which was not as bad.
tl;dr I almost drowned in a river.
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On January 20 2010 09:50 Jayme wrote:
Investigated an IED in iraq
Opened the pack, the blasting cap went off but the IED didn't actually detonate. I was totally freaked the fuck out but calm at the same time.
Holy fuck dude, that's sick.
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On January 20 2010 12:15 Sepiraph wrote:+ Show Spoiler +On January 20 2010 11:57 TryThis wrote:
i had my life saved by a gay joke. seriously.
this summer i was working full time in a resturant. This took place on monday, right after the gay pride parade in toronto I had just cleaned out the deep fryers and all, they were nice and hot, real hot. im sure you think you see where im going with this. anyways i was standing right infront of these when my boss says "Hey doug, how was the parade on sunday?" i start walking towards him to retort with an equally witty remark, when a car smashs through the wall, knocking ovens, and about 80 litres of hot oil to the exact spot where i had been standing about two seconds ago. needless to say i counlt stop shaking for a few days, and the restaurant was shut down for the rest of the day. Those guys have mad connects to get it fixed up so quick Did this make the news?
all that happened was the guy was in the wrong gear and smashed forward. But there was a picture of the hole in a small corner of the local paper
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leomon
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Mine was during a Skiing trip.
I was skiing down a mountain, and there were two trails, going left and right. I took the right one, and lost my balance, and fell. Next thing I know, I had half my body over the edge of the mountain, almost falling to my death. I quickly gripped the little piece of rope that they have surrounding the pathway, and I tried to quickly take off my skis while trying not to fall.
Of course, this was my VERY first time skiing, so I had no idea what to expect.
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when i was a toddler i got 'away' from my parents and wandered down the driveway of our apartment and onto Route 31, (county road)
this is the EXACT location on google maps:
http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=route 31 east amwell nj&sll=40.400505,-74.84609&sspn=0.046212,0.066175&g=route 31n east amwell nj&ie=UTF8&hq=&hnear=Rte 31 N, East Amwell, Hunterdon, New Jersey&ll=40.384699,-74.823069&spn=0.001444,0.002068&t=h&z=19&layer=c&cbll=40.384663,-74.82297&panoid=nsBXJx9SNy6IzndEq_4v1w&cbp=12,267.94,,0,19.21
My parents found me crawling onto the shoulder of the road.... (from the driveway shown on the left) just in the nick of time.
One other time, as an adult i was doing 85 on the NJ turnpike, northbound, (on a bridge on a 3 line highway )and some absolute a$$hole in a cab went from the LEFT lane without stopping into the right lane, in about 2 seconds. No signal, and VERY sudden... the rear of his car was actually about 2 feet behind the front bumper of my car, meaning if i hadnt reacted he would have clipped my front end. I saw jerk towards my lane (i was in the middle lane) and slammed on the breaks, fishtailed into the RIGHT lane, and had him pull right in front of me, while my wheels were screeching. I cant believe i didnt lose control of the car and go right off the side of the bridge..
here's the location on gmaps
http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=nj turnpike exit 16e&sll=39.488675,-75.254631&sspn=0.187326,0.264702&ie=UTF8&ll=40.757116,-74.092686&spn=0,359.998966&t=h&z=20&layer=c&cbll=40.757116,-74.092571&panoid=Qx9sWuP80_tJISjDKlnviQ&cbp=12,89.77,,0,13.74
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I was choking on a piece of microwave pizza once. That sucked.
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On January 20 2010 11:13 [NyC]HoBbes wrote:
My school, like many schools, holds a huge science-fair type thing near the end of every year. One of my friends decided last year that for physics, he was going to build an authentic medieval crossbow. One fine spring day, he decided to test this crossbow (thankfully without metal tips on the bolts) on our football field. The door between the inside of the school and the athletic field has no windows. To prevent from shooting anyone, he had placed a sign on the inside of said door that read "CAUTION, EXPERIMENT IN PROGRESS, DO NOT USE." Somehow, over the course of the day, either this sign had fallen off, or some asshole thought it would be funny to move it. Either way, I opened the door to be greeted with a crossbow bolt to the chest. This bolt proceeded to do what crossbow bolts are designed to do, and puncture my chest. Thankfully, the bolt was entirely made of wood, and hit a rib, meaning I got away with only a highly painful, but not dangerous puncture wound. An inch off, though, and crossbow bolt+internal organ would have been a very bad outcome indeed.
Wow, do you have an epic scar?
If some guy is ever like "I got stabbed..blah blah here's the scar" you can utterly 1UP him
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On January 20 2010 07:37 xDark.Carnivalx wrote:
every time i got into a car that my sister was driving. that's a lot of near death experiences considering she drove me to school/from school for an entire year of high school.
i still have nightmares to this day.
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On January 20 2010 14:49 Fontong wrote:Show nested quote +On January 20 2010 11:13 [NyC]HoBbes wrote:
My school, like many schools, holds a huge science-fair type thing near the end of every year. One of my friends decided last year that for physics, he was going to build an authentic medieval crossbow. One fine spring day, he decided to test this crossbow (thankfully without metal tips on the bolts) on our football field. The door between the inside of the school and the athletic field has no windows. To prevent from shooting anyone, he had placed a sign on the inside of said door that read "CAUTION, EXPERIMENT IN PROGRESS, DO NOT USE." Somehow, over the course of the day, either this sign had fallen off, or some asshole thought it would be funny to move it. Either way, I opened the door to be greeted with a crossbow bolt to the chest. This bolt proceeded to do what crossbow bolts are designed to do, and puncture my chest. Thankfully, the bolt was entirely made of wood, and hit a rib, meaning I got away with only a highly painful, but not dangerous puncture wound. An inch off, though, and crossbow bolt+internal organ would have been a very bad outcome indeed. Wow, do you have an epic scar? If some guy is ever like "I got stabbed..blah blah here's the scar" you can utterly 1UP him
lol, there is a pretty big sort of dent/dot there, it's always fantastic for when people are telling any kind of scar story.
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On January 20 2010 11:13 [NyC]HoBbes wrote:
My school, like many schools, holds a huge science-fair type thing near the end of every year. One of my friends decided last year that for physics, he was going to build an authentic medieval crossbow. One fine spring day, he decided to test this crossbow (thankfully without metal tips on the bolts) on our football field. The door between the inside of the school and the athletic field has no windows. To prevent from shooting anyone, he had placed a sign on the inside of said door that read "CAUTION, EXPERIMENT IN PROGRESS, DO NOT USE." Somehow, over the course of the day, either this sign had fallen off, or some asshole thought it would be funny to move it. Either way, I opened the door to be greeted with a crossbow bolt to the chest. This bolt proceeded to do what crossbow bolts are designed to do, and puncture my chest. Thankfully, the bolt was entirely made of wood, and hit a rib, meaning I got away with only a highly painful, but not dangerous puncture wound. An inch off, though, and crossbow bolt+internal organ would have been a very bad outcome indeed.
why couldn't he have just picked a spot to shoot at that wasnt the door? maybe a wall? wtf
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Me and a friend at a young age broke into the house of an malandro (some kind of poor thief) and destroyed everything in there with highly explosive fireworks. When we went out the house he was right there at the entrance pointing at us with a rifle/shotgun (can't remember) and pulled the trigger on us, but there was just a click. We jolted and got the fuck out of there as fast as possible towards a guard post stationed close by. I never saw him again.
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On January 20 2010 07:33 DrTJEckleburg wrote:
My brother and I had to bail out(he lost control traveling south due to extremely high winds) of our family Cessna 152 four years ago at about 2000 feet and my parachute didn't open all the way. Somehow I just broke my left ankle.
holy fuck thats crazy
do you live in Alaska?
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mine was when i was in india, crossing a road, i got hit by a lorry (truck) but luckily the angle was not direct and i kinda just got thrown off to the side. i dropped my lunch tho T_T and my side hurt like HELL. but i was fine. one step before i probably woulda died.
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Death once had a near Chuck Norris experience
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On January 20 2010 15:01 StorrZerg wrote:Show nested quote +On January 20 2010 07:33 DrTJEckleburg wrote:
My brother and I had to bail out(he lost control traveling south due to extremely high winds) of our family Cessna 152 four years ago at about 2000 feet and my parachute didn't open all the way. Somehow I just broke my left ankle. holy fuck thats crazy do you live in Alaska?
Negative, this occurred over the Tehachapi mountains in California.
The ironic part is a kid I went to high school with(didn't know him personally) died with one of his relatives in the same area while flying south about two years later, they lost control of their plane also but did not or could not bailout and time and both were killed.
As a final edit I still want everyone to know I still love flying, aviation, and will eventually get my license once I stop being a cheapskate.
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On January 20 2010 11:13 [NyC]HoBbes wrote:
My school, like many schools, holds a huge science-fair type thing near the end of every year. One of my friends decided last year that for physics, he was going to build an authentic medieval crossbow. One fine spring day, he decided to test this crossbow (thankfully without metal tips on the bolts) on our football field. The door between the inside of the school and the athletic field has no windows. To prevent from shooting anyone, he had placed a sign on the inside of said door that read "CAUTION, EXPERIMENT IN PROGRESS, DO NOT USE." Somehow, over the course of the day, either this sign had fallen off, or some asshole thought it would be funny to move it. Either way, I opened the door to be greeted with a crossbow bolt to the chest. This bolt proceeded to do what crossbow bolts are designed to do, and puncture my chest. Thankfully, the bolt was entirely made of wood, and hit a rib, meaning I got away with only a highly painful, but not dangerous puncture wound. An inch off, though, and crossbow bolt+internal organ would have been a very bad outcome indeed.
God your friend is an idiot if the only warning he had for a lethal projectile was a dinky little sign. Good think you're ok!
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my near death experience was two years ago.me and my family were going to visit my uncle's house.but on the way a bus hit our car at a very high speed from behind and our car bumped into the rear bumper of the car ahead and it flipped like 90 degrees to the left and skidded about 150-200 feet away.i was in the front passenger seat at that time.i thought my life just flashed before my eyes and everything started to become somewhat slower.after that accident my dad that about 3 broken bones in both sides of his hip,my mom had a serious head injury and by sister had a broken foot and broken nose.but surprisingly enough we all managed to survive that horrible accident.but the weirdest thing of all is that i only came out of that accident with only two permanent injury marks, one on the left side of my head and the other on my elbow.but i didn't even have a concussion.i must say i was quite lucky.
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Mmmmm I can think of 2 in my most recent memory, and they were both in the same week in the same place lol.
So I was on the backstage crew for a local high school and it was one of the last scene changes. The cue to begin taking off the set pieces was that a uh...giant...metal...pipe that is connected to a sheet that acts as a curtain was supposed to come down. So I'm sitting there waiting and...it doesn't so I was like okay fuck it they'll get it down I need to get moving. And as I go in front of my piece to unbrake it, the thing comes fucking flying down. Mind you, this thing is heavy as balls. like, unliftable and requiring a huge pulley system to get it up and down. The thing fucking lands on my shoulder and it hurt like hell but I had to do my shit. After, I realized that it only glanced of a meaty part of my shoulder. If it was only A FEW INCHES off, it would've easily broken my collar bone or smashed into my head, probably killing me. ~_~
A few days later, during strike, we were packing up the used batteries from the microphones and we connected a huge line of 9 volt batteries. This thing was...iunno around 4 feet long. Two other friends and I held hands and then proceeded to complete the circuit, and we immediately felt a HUGE electric shock run through us. It was almost as if my heart stopped for a moment. Scared the shit out of me and it hurt like hell lol, I don't know what would've happened if it was only one person...Dumbassery for the loss...
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I fell face-first onto subway tracks. Fractured an area of my cheek-bone near under my eye.
edit: Besides that nothing serious, some internal bleeding, sprained ankle and some bruises/scratches.
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New topic: Why are TLers so hard to kill?
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On January 20 2010 23:14 Ian Ian Ian wrote:
New topic: Why are TLers so hard to kill?
Well this thread is biased. All the TLers who died from similar incidents aren't around to post about how they almost survived a death-experience.
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On January 20 2010 23:30 LonelyMargarita wrote:Show nested quote +On January 20 2010 23:14 Ian Ian Ian wrote:
New topic: Why are TLers so hard to kill? Well this thread is biased. All the TLers who died from similar incidents aren't around to post about how they almost survived a death-experience.
Joke killer +1
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I was out snowboarding a year or so back, and was off-piste with a couple of friends. One of them hadnt had that much experience particularly off-piste, so I offered I'd lead the way and see if it was all decently doable for some1 with little experience. Boarded down a bit, very rocky so required quite a bit of jumping so I waved them off to go back to the slope and i'd see them at the bottom. Boarded on a bit and at some point I boarded over a small overhang of snow (altho I couldnt see that at the time I went over it), I started to sink trough it and fell about 5m (15ft?), and all the snow from the overhang came with me and onto my back. For a few moments I thought I'd just be totally burried in but most of it went rolling down and in the end I was covered in a small layer of snow that I was able to crawl out of. Didnt have any real slow-mo going on, just all kinds of ("you fucking idiot") thoughts racing trough my head. Fairly exhilerating
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When i was very young, i stole an air-bed from my older brother and went on the lake. I have never swam before this happened, so i was going parallel with the bank but then i got into place where water was deep right of the shore (very steep shore there) I fell of the air-bed into the water and was absolutely panicking and kicking, swinging around and started drowning slowly. Then i somehow figured out how to stay with my head above the water and miraculously managed to get to the shore. I was very scared after this sort of first swimming experience. Next day i went to the lake a started swimming in shallow water and i learned how to swim shortly after. So again drowning near death experience.
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Not really a real near death experience but when is was about 16 years old. I was on vercation with my family, inculding my little brother, who at the time was 9 years old. We were at the beach and even though it was very windy and there were huge waves we decided to go have a little swim, just to see what it was like. We then stripped to our underwear and ran into the water about 5 meters next to alot rocks that for some reason had been put there at the beach, probably for people to walk on them. Just as we jumped into the water the waves where alot harder to swim in than i had anticipated, and as i started swimming i felt a really strong current pulling out towards the sea. That was one of the scariest feelings ive ever had. I got really scared and tried to get my younger brother into the shore, so i took his hand got him onto some of the rocks where he was somehow able to crawl back in. I dident really notice how he got back, since i was fighting just to get a grip on the rocks, so that i wouldnt be pulled away by the current and repeadetly being hit hard by the waves and smashed into the rocks. I eventually got back on the shore by repeadingly swimming when the waves hit, and holding on to the rocks when the waves retrackted.
I remember my father yelling at me, saying something about that we should swim away from the rocks, but at the time i dident really think i would be able to outswim the current. Im not sure how much danger i actually was in, but the feeling of being pulled hard out towards the sea is pretty fucking scary! I got away with just some superficial wound from being hit into the rocks, but other than that i was fine after the incident.
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near death experience: I was watching Incruit OSL Final game 5 when it was like all intense and I was almost about to jizz my pants. But then my wireless internet got disconnected for like 15 mins. I literally starngled myself for like 10 seconds, but my brain acted against my will.
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Almost drowned at the beach as a kid, but i only remember that vaguely, apparently a lifeguard saved my ass, from that day on i listened to my mother when she told me to not walk too far away.
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On January 20 2010 09:21 Ian Ian Ian wrote:
I remember one time I was shooting at this zergling thing and I thought I was about to die but then a dropship came and saved me
lol /sarcasm
When I had tonsilitis was probably another time when I could have died. Maybe another day or two of not going to the hospital would have completely closed my airway and suffocated me.
I could hardly eat and lost like 15 lbs. from it too. My throat was like the size of a dime or penny. I couldn't talk, had to write everything down. Had trouble trying to sleep (probably sleep apnea and pain waking me up)
I made a blog about if you wanna read it.
http://www.teamliquid.net/forum/viewmessage.php?topic_id=110378¤tpage=5
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On January 21 2010 00:12 Promises wrote:
I was out snowboarding a year or so back, and was off-piste with a couple of friends. One of them hadnt had that much experience particularly off-piste, so I offered I'd lead the way and see if it was all decently doable for some1 with little experience. Boarded down a bit, very rocky so required quite a bit of jumping so I waved them off to go back to the slope and i'd see them at the bottom. Boarded on a bit and at some point I boarded over a small overhang of snow (altho I couldnt see that at the time I went over it), I started to sink trough it and fell about 5m (15ft?), and all the snow from the overhang came with me and onto my back. For a few moments I thought I'd just be totally burried in but most of it went rolling down and in the end I was covered in a small layer of snow that I was able to crawl out of. Didnt have any real slow-mo going on, just all kinds of ("you fucking idiot") thoughts racing trough my head. Fairly exhilerating
Oh god, sounds like a treehole. Those things are terrifying.
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Not sure it would have killed me, but I would probably have been blind for life:
When I was 14, and on my way home from school. I was walking past a couple of the schools gangster-kids who were firing illegal fireworks just for kicks. I didn't want to get involved, but the fireworks looked so cool that I watched from a distance. I stood there for about 3 minutes watching and then... one of the bigger fireworks had a mislaunch. Instead of going up, it bursted of with full power right towards me. I was standing about 30 meters away, but it still reached me within a second, and it was pointed right towards my face. I realized what was about to happen, but it was to late. I wouldn't have time to move. Amazingly, the rocket steered a few centimeters left just before it was about to hit me, and it exploded a few meters behind me instead. I had hearing problems for a few days due to being to close to the insane bang, and I had a nasty burn on my right cheek which the rocket had grazed.
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Some of these stories are quite scary.
Nevertheless, this is the most epic comment:
On January 20 2010 23:30 LonelyMargarita wrote:Show nested quote +On January 20 2010 23:14 Ian Ian Ian wrote:
New topic: Why are TLers so hard to kill? Well this thread is biased. All the TLers who died from similar incidents aren't around to post about how they almost survived a death-experience.
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The poll is not surprising. Automobile accidents are the leading cause of death in young people after all. Stupidity of youth + large physical forces of car + frail human body = easy to get hurt badly. 4 kids that I knew in high school all bit it before graduation in car wrecks.
I've been in two wrecks. The first was nothing, I was stopped waiting to turn across the oncoming lane, on top of a hill, in a school zone, in a 40 mph zone, when a dude in a ford f-150 slammed into me and totaled his truck against the back of my Blazer (very tough little SUV, btw). The guy left 30-40 feet of skids before this; the trooper at the scene said he was doing probably 60-70mph before he tried to stop 50 feet away -_-; After all this happened I found I had broken the back of my seat with my body (it slammed down on the backseat bench) I had been hit so hard. The first thing I did was get out and ask the dude if he was OK....he wasn't. No seatbelt, facefirst into his steering wheel. I ended up with mild whiplash. He got a rearranged face.
The second one is my entry for this thread. I was driving about 11:30 at night on one of the curvy backroads I live around. It's a paved road but it has a wicked corner that rises in elevation at the apex as it cranks about 80 degrees in only 30 feet (very bad corner o.O), and right on outside of the corner is a gravel road. Cars going out of the gravel road track pebbles onto this already shitty corner, making it have less traction. Well anyway, lemme factor in my stupidity: I drum, and have a really bad habit of drumming on the wheel with a stick in my right hand as I drive with my left (I am left handed, and I do drive very well with just my left hand). Well I was doing this that particular night but I switched hands this time and had my non-dominant hand on the wheel, distracted by my music and my drumming, came up on this shitty corner, and...went straight instead. I slid off into wet grass (it's like freaking ice in a car) and continued to slide for about 100 feet at roughly 45mph right into a double telephone pole. I hit it hard enough to snap it in two spots, one at the ground and again about 12 feet up. The double pole held up three large transformers between each pole and I had just wedged my Blazer under them and broken one of the poles holding them up. I got out of the truck and ran back about 10 feet to look at the situation. Amazingly all three transformers were being supported by just some cables stringing them together. It was unbelievable. Just one of those transformers had to weigh 1000lbs or more, and all three could have fallen and crushed me when I smashed into the pole. I got shaky after seeing that.
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I'm not sure it could be called as near-death experience, but as for the moment I could literally have died if not for luck, there were two moment.
One was when I was elementary student and got hit by a car when I was returning home after school. Another was approximately six month ago, when the car my family was driving in lost control while driving on the highway trying to avoid the random squirrel. Without guard rail that was placed on the side, all of us could have been seriously injured.
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I got knocked out once by an iron bar.. its the closest thing i can think of.
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I sort of experienced one playing paintball once. Someone popped around a corner and shot at me, and I watched the paintball sail into my stomach (end of round for me). Usually those things are moving a little too fast to see, but time slowed down very tangibly for me. That was super weird.
For real though: been hit by a car while riding my bike a couple times. Bent pedal and handlebars, no scratch on me. Slid out on black ice doing 75 on the interstate once, went sideways past a semi. But none of those were really close to death, though they might have felt like it for a second (I wasn't hurt at all).
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On January 20 2010 14:38 Xaanix wrote:when i was a toddler i got 'away' from my parents and wandered down the driveway of our apartment and onto Route 31, (county road) this is the EXACT location on google maps: http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=route 31 east amwell nj&sll=40.400505,-74.84609&sspn=0.046212,0.066175&g=route 31n east amwell nj&ie=UTF8&hq=&hnear=Rte 31 N, East Amwell, Hunterdon, New Jersey&ll=40.384699,-74.823069&spn=0.001444,0.002068&t=h&z=19&layer=c&cbll=40.384663,-74.82297&panoid=nsBXJx9SNy6IzndEq_4v1w&cbp=12,267.94,,0,19.21 My parents found me crawling onto the shoulder of the road.... (from the driveway shown on the left) just in the nick of time. One other time, as an adult i was doing 85 on the NJ turnpike, northbound, (on a bridge on a 3 line highway )and some absolute a$$hole in a cab went from the LEFT lane without stopping into the right lane, in about 2 seconds. No signal, and VERY sudden... the rear of his car was actually about 2 feet behind the front bumper of my car, meaning if i hadnt reacted he would have clipped my front end. I saw jerk towards my lane (i was in the middle lane) and slammed on the breaks, fishtailed into the RIGHT lane, and had him pull right in front of me, while my wheels were screeching. I cant believe i didnt lose control of the car and go right off the side of the bridge.. here's the location on gmaps http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=nj turnpike exit 16e&sll=39.488675,-75.254631&sspn=0.187326,0.264702&ie=UTF8&ll=40.757116,-74.092686&spn=0,359.998966&t=h&z=20&layer=c&cbll=40.757116,-74.092571&panoid=Qx9sWuP80_tJISjDKlnviQ&cbp=12,89.77,,0,13.74
The visuals help make this the best post in here.
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http://www.teamliquid.net/blogs/viewblog.php?topic_id=92293
On April 30 2009 05:46 d(O.o)a wrote:
Today at lunch I had a near death experience, from my house to a friend's house there is a pretty big road in-between it's kinda like a highway but shorter and a bit slower. But anyways, I'm crossing it the fastest way there is to my friend's house and it's right by some rail-way tracks.
So I see a car coming followed by a little break then some more cars so I get ready to run across right after this car and as it passes I start to run but as I run I tripped and I was on my hands and knees looking at about 10 cars in 2 lanes coming towards me.
The cars were no more than 2 meters off so I rolled and just made it into the ditch as a car zooms past just missing my head.
What scares me the most though is nobody bothered to honk or take their foot off of the brake, nobody was paying enough attention to notice me, and I'm not a small guy. I'm 6 feet tall and these people just kept doing what they were doing. I was in awe at just how automated these people were.
And then later I found that as I was falling my jaw slammed shut and I cracked out a filling that was in one of my molars.
Bad day.
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Once i was cutting off sick trees with my father in our forest and 1 tree like got stuck while falling onto other tree and that tree became like a lever for falling one and its strain flew like 10 centimetres from my head, i was so shocked couldn't move while it passed my by my head and like 10 minutes after.
Thats my closest experience
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I was running in the heavy rain and my friend calls me and tells me yo wait up nigguh i stopped for a second for him to catch up when a huge lightning hits a tree right in front of me and smashes 2 cars open if i didnt listen to him and kept running i could of been squashed like a bug under that tree btw when that lighting struck so close my heart was pounding like 500 beats per minute and all the other cars around me their alarms went off it was crazy
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A couple months ago, I was driving 150 km/hr on a highway and an animal came in front of my car, I jerked my car slightly to the right to not hit it and ended up spinning the car clockwise about 5 times and then once counter-clockwise. I came to a stop in a ditch without damaging the car at all but leaving a huge trail of dust behind me, and waking up everyone else that was in the car sleeping. The entire ride back to Calgary, no one went to sleep again ... ahhaha.
Recently, I was driving my car this morning going 70 km/h on a main city road. The car in front of me was going slower and then he just brakes out of nowhere to a complete stop. I slammed my brakes because I knew I was to close to brake properly and my ABS kicks in and my car starts sliding because of the snow on the ground. The front of my car is less than a meter away from the back of his and I then jerk my car to the left and dodge the car with half a meter of space to spare.
I check on why the car stopped in the middle of the road and see that in front of the car that just stopped there is ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. This faggot stops in the middle of the road and the closest car to him is like 15 meters in front of him ... WTF. I stop beside the car and tell this dumb fuck kid to learn how to drive or get out of the fucking country. I was so pissed off that I almost got into a huge car accident (speed limit is 60km/hr) because of these idiots.
Oh and in grade 3 I was in a bicycle race and I tried to take a short cut and ended up hitting a curb, flipping myself along with the bicycle into the air, me landing face first on to the cement and then the bicycle landing on the back of my head after I had already hit the ground. I kept telling people I didn't want to go to the hospital even though my head was bleeding but I ended up going and got a bunch of stitches.
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