I wouldn't call it near death, but in junior high I almost was hit by a white Astro that tried to beat a red light. I was about to step on the crosswalk when it zoomed by. I just brushed it off.
Your Near-Death Experience
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Let's see, I almost drown in a lake cause I stepped in a hole before I knew how to swim and I almost fell off a cliff because my friend insisted when go on a hike up a steep mountain side even though I was wearing flip flops. I'm sure there are more, but I can't really think of any off the top of my head.
Well i don't remember it but i've been told i've stopped breathing in my sleep to the point of suffocating ... luckily i woke up 
Was in a car accident on the freeway with family and friends on an icy road. Some jackass clipped us from behind so we spun out, spun into the barrier and then spun across all four lanes with no traffic hitting us on the other side.
Dumbass cousin almost drowned me once when the inner-tube we were floating around on flipped, fucker went totally nuts and started kicking me down trying to keep himself on the surface of the river. Luckily I managed to grab a hold of a the rope the inner-tube was tied to shore with and pull myself back up... Damn near broke the little fucker's face when I got out and finished puking up all the water I had swallowed while being forced under.
I still haven't forgiven him for that, and I never will.
I still haven't forgiven him for that, and I never will.
I have had 3, 2 happened when i was too young to remember though that is probably a good thing
the latest so far was back in '03, Me and the a few people i know from care group(Church thing, did random stuff and random bible stuff, irreverent but those are who i went with) do this trip call the TME (Total Mountain Experience) once a year for 10 days. drive to southern BC, and stay at a 4starish i think mountain lodge for 10 day and go hiking rock climbing mountain climbing white water rafting.
On the 6th day i think, we climbed Mt. Fisher, some 9,700 above sea level or something. amazing sight took all day but was well worth it, if with the Brown recluse Spiders :shudder:
I felt amazing top of the mountain , great view, awesome people. the next day we went to the local lake 20kms away. Now I am not a strong swimmer, pretty weak one in my mind. there was this floating dock about 100ft away, i knew i could make it, plus there were a few girls there i fancied so hell ill go out and try to have some fun.
Turns out "YOU DON NOT GO SWIMMING THE DAY AFTER YOU CLIMB UP AND DOWN A MOUNTAIN!"
I found out the hard way, about half way there i noticed something was wrong, so i started to turn around and head back to shore. I made it 20 feet, then started to sink; I had no hope
Then my feet hit the floor of the lake, depth total was 10-11 ft. so i "jumped" off the lake floor as hard as i could. Head broke the water, getting a few gulps of air and lake water, started to call for help . . . 2-3 calls i was setting back down, My body was too tired for treading water more then 5 or so seconds. I calmed down a bit, waited till my feet hit the floor and jump again; called for help get some fresh air. This happened 2 more times. hten i felt as if I could not grip a rope to save me. My feet hit the floor, and nothing. I don't remember what i thought or felt: was i bitter? sad? lonely? My world at that time was endless deep blue, with no hope.
I felt something grab my arm, I didn't care I was done as far as i cared. Then my head broke the water, gasp for air back down a bit, then back up,all i could do was thrash and panic. Then i heard a voice asking me to calm down or i would drag him down as well, so i gave up and trusted him to save me, whatever happened, at that moment i was happy i didn't have to fight or worry.
My pastor saved my life.
Sorry about the life storyline, but this is the first time i shared in some detail about it.
though that is probably a good thingthe latest so far was back in '03, Me and the a few people i know from care group(Church thing, did random stuff and random bible stuff, irreverent but those are who i went with) do this trip call the TME (Total Mountain Experience) once a year for 10 days. drive to southern BC, and stay at a 4starish i think mountain lodge for 10 day and go hiking rock climbing mountain climbing white water rafting.
On the 6th day i think, we climbed Mt. Fisher, some 9,700 above sea level or something. amazing sight took all day but was well worth it, if with the Brown recluse Spiders :shudder:
I felt amazing top of the mountain , great view, awesome people. the next day we went to the local lake 20kms away. Now I am not a strong swimmer, pretty weak one in my mind. there was this floating dock about 100ft away, i knew i could make it, plus there were a few girls there i fancied so hell ill go out and try to have some fun.
Turns out "YOU DON NOT GO SWIMMING THE DAY AFTER YOU CLIMB UP AND DOWN A MOUNTAIN!"
I found out the hard way, about half way there i noticed something was wrong, so i started to turn around and head back to shore. I made it 20 feet, then started to sink; I had no hope
Then my feet hit the floor of the lake, depth total was 10-11 ft. so i "jumped" off the lake floor as hard as i could. Head broke the water, getting a few gulps of air and lake water, started to call for help . . . 2-3 calls i was setting back down, My body was too tired for treading water more then 5 or so seconds. I calmed down a bit, waited till my feet hit the floor and jump again; called for help get some fresh air. This happened 2 more times. hten i felt as if I could not grip a rope to save me. My feet hit the floor, and nothing. I don't remember what i thought or felt: was i bitter? sad? lonely? My world at that time was endless deep blue, with no hope.
I felt something grab my arm, I didn't care I was done as far as i cared. Then my head broke the water, gasp for air back down a bit, then back up,all i could do was thrash and panic. Then i heard a voice asking me to calm down or i would drag him down as well, so i gave up and trusted him to save me, whatever happened, at that moment i was happy i didn't have to fight or worry.
My pastor saved my life.
Sorry about the life storyline, but this is the first time i shared in some detail about it.
Nowhere near close to death but a few years back I was at an old fort (Fort Scratchley for those playing along at home) and we were playing hide and seek. Silly me thought it would be a good idea to climb a small metal door onto the roof but I fell and opened up my side. Fat is yellowish for those interested.
Definite near death: Was playing tag hide and seek, jumped up and cut my head on the corner of a hanging bookcase. I remember my head hurting and feeling oddly warm, but had my neighbor's mother not been a registered nurse, probably would have wound up bleeding to death.
Not quite so definite: Passed out from illness and extreme exhaustion a few times, once in a shower, another time in a hallway. Waking up in such unusual places, one of the first things that comes to mind is: "Am I still alive?" particularly knowing that there are other people in the house who apparently never even noticed after lengthy passage of time. Barely struggled my way out of drowning once at a water park in a wave pool. Also have this nagging feeling that high places will be the death of me, especially bad knowing I spent the better part of a decade suicidally depressed.
It's just strange seeing that the one time I never questioned it was the one most likely to be it.
Not quite so definite: Passed out from illness and extreme exhaustion a few times, once in a shower, another time in a hallway. Waking up in such unusual places, one of the first things that comes to mind is: "Am I still alive?" particularly knowing that there are other people in the house who apparently never even noticed after lengthy passage of time. Barely struggled my way out of drowning once at a water park in a wave pool. Also have this nagging feeling that high places will be the death of me, especially bad knowing I spent the better part of a decade suicidally depressed.
It's just strange seeing that the one time I never questioned it was the one most likely to be it.
I took a camping trip to the mountains with roommates and a neighbor, and on the way back, the neighbor drove off a cliff. Well, kind of a cliff, not exactly a cliff, just a really steep slope what coulda prolly killed/maimed us if there hadn't been this funky tree growing out of the side of it. Tree stopped the van. Roommate was sleeping in the back of the van when we crashed into the tree, and his knees flew forward into my back, pretty damn hard, but I was OK (I was a teenager, and therefore invincible). We all got out, pretty shaken, and carefully made our way up to the road. Got a ride back to town from some SCA dude who smoked us out with high-grade joints the whole way (he had an Altoids tin full of 'em). All in all, it was a cool experience.
Also, I used to tag along with a drug dealer scumfuck, and some junkie pulled a gun on us. He was a pretty nice guy, tho, just really fucked in the head at the time. Strangely, I wasn't too scared; I talked him down pretty easily. It can be good to include a sweet, sensitive dude (that's me) in your "posse". Never underestimate an 18 charisma.
Glad to be done with those rambunctious times, tho. I'm enjoying getting old and fat.
Also, I used to tag along with a drug dealer scumfuck, and some junkie pulled a gun on us. He was a pretty nice guy, tho, just really fucked in the head at the time. Strangely, I wasn't too scared; I talked him down pretty easily. It can be good to include a sweet, sensitive dude (that's me) in your "posse". Never underestimate an 18 charisma.
Glad to be done with those rambunctious times, tho. I'm enjoying getting old and fat.
Him, that better for you? He was very drunk and mad because of something I don't care about.TheMightyImp said:
Well, it wasn't exactly a near-death experience. I was mugged a few months ago, and down here, that usually leads to the muggers shooting or stabbing the victim. It didn't happen to me, thankfully. But, the following day I found out that a guy was mugged a block from my house, and shot dead. Made me realize they could have shot me, stabbed me, took my stuff, and left me for dead.
When I was thirteen I was crossing a frozen lake to get to my friends house, and I fell right through the middle of it. I was by myself and somehow clawed my way out. I was so panicked that I honestly don't recall anything until I was running home. The only reason why I know I clawed my way out was because some of my finger nails were ripped. True story
I actually have 2. The first time is when I had lightning strike a metal pole near me where it then arked and struck me. I suffered no burns or lasting injuries but fuck, it was like a sledge hammer to the chest. Secondly is when I was snow boarding and heading towards a tree. I then fell on my butt to come to a full stop in front of it, looking up I saw a severed branch that was pointing straight at where my face would have been seconds before I fell on my butt.