What has been the closest you or a a friend have come to death and how did you escape it?
One that stands out in my head happened while I was working for a pub. Every week or so new kegs of beer would be delivered, these were always stored in the basement. These things are solid metal and pretty heavy when full. In order to get them down in the basement you had to slide them down two angled wooden planks that were built into the basement through a trap-door up the top. One person would let them down the top while someone else would ease them down from the bottom.
Left to its own device, sliding down the planks, a keg would pick up some good speed almost free falling, so it was up to the person at the bottom to push down on the keg almost grinding it into the planks, so the friction would let it down slow.
Thing was I had never done this before and didnt really have the right technique. So Im just about managing to keep these kegs under control as they come down. Then it comes to the last one of the delivery as its placed on the planks above my head I get a grip on the base of it and ease myself backwards as it comes down, stepping back I lose my footing and fall backwards, my head landing neatly between where the planks meet the ground. At this point there is nothing stopping the keg which immediatly picks up speed, I watch it in slow motion as it makes its way towards my head like a crude guillotine about to squash my head like a melon. In the last second I find some amazing strength and manage to lift the keg from just above my chest and throw it to the side. I was in shock for the rest of the day but definitely proved to me that with a good shot of adrenaline we are capable of some crazy feats.
One that stands out in my head happened while I was working for a pub. Every week or so new kegs of beer would be delivered, these were always stored in the basement. These things are solid metal and pretty heavy when full. In order to get them down in the basement you had to slide them down two angled wooden planks that were built into the basement through a trap-door up the top. One person would let them down the top while someone else would ease them down from the bottom.
Left to its own device, sliding down the planks, a keg would pick up some good speed almost free falling, so it was up to the person at the bottom to push down on the keg almost grinding it into the planks, so the friction would let it down slow.
Thing was I had never done this before and didnt really have the right technique. So Im just about managing to keep these kegs under control as they come down. Then it comes to the last one of the delivery as its placed on the planks above my head I get a grip on the base of it and ease myself backwards as it comes down, stepping back I lose my footing and fall backwards, my head landing neatly between where the planks meet the ground. At this point there is nothing stopping the keg which immediatly picks up speed, I watch it in slow motion as it makes its way towards my head like a crude guillotine about to squash my head like a melon. In the last second I find some amazing strength and manage to lift the keg from just above my chest and throw it to the side. I was in shock for the rest of the day but definitely proved to me that with a good shot of adrenaline we are capable of some crazy feats.
