Well, there goes the story of the time my right lung stopped working, because permanent damage was done.Darius Brogan said:What is the absolute closes you have EVER been to death, without actually being injured in the process?
I've got a few other examples.
1. Tornado
I was a kid, couldn't tell you what age. Somewhere between 6 and 9. My dad was driving us from London, Ontario to Windsor, Ontario during the summer, but we got caught in a traffic jam (Canada's Highway 401 is notorious for those). Guess what that stretch of land is also notorious for in the summer? That's right, that is the only spot in Canada that frequently has tornadoes. And sure enough, a tiny, but still frightening, tornado touched down maybe a kilometre from us (F-0 or F-1, certainly not an F-6). It did it's tornado thing for a few minutes, never getting closer to the traffic jam, and disappeared. Still, I was less than a kilometre from a tornado and lived to tell the tale.
2. Truck and Whiteout
This one's a short one. I was walking home from work little over 2 years ago in Calgary, Alberta during a snowstorm. This one was particularly bad; you could barely make out the building across the street in the whiteout. Well, I'm not blind, but I'm far from 20/20, so I didn't notice I was crossing an intersection at a red light. Luckily, the driver of the moving-truck-sized vehicle had better vision because he hit the brakes and, you know, didn't paste me to the road. If he hadn't noticed me, or if the road was icy rather than snowy, I may not have lived to tell the tale.
3. GT Snow Racer
Another story from when I was a wee lad. 6-ish. I was racing my brother down a large, snowy hill in our GT Snow Racers. Don't ask me what the hell they are but for some reason I never forgot the name of them. Anyway, our mom had roped off an area that we shouldn't cross so we could stay safe during our races. I decided, for whatever reason, to cross that line. I don't remember the picnic table; my next memory was looking in a mirror and seeing stitches millimetres beside my left eye. I doubt that crash would have killed me if I went into the picnic table eye-first, but who knows; our bodies can be both amazingly resilient and amazingly fragile.
I'm sure there are other times I've come even closer to death without ever realizing it, I jump off cliffs during the summer after all. But these are the three (well, four if you count the lung) stories that I am aware of and remember clearly.