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NikuNashi
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So the pig lived on the third floor! Penthouse?
TerribleAtThisGame
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Spyxos
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I was about 8-10 years old and wanted to cross the street. I waited to walk over. It was red. For whatever reason I went briefly on the road to go then shortly after back on the sidewalk. I didn't look at the street I was engrossed in my thoughts. Seconds later, a huge truck speeds past at the exact spot. If I had not gone back for whatever reason, i would probably not be alive today.
Happosai
Hold onto your panties
Not mine but speaking of near death...my Grandfather (and he's still alive at 92). People are still talking today about how he survived:
- 1963 he was in a 4 seater prop plane surveying the family properties. The farm plot has a line of those enormous older transmission towers. The plane was running a low pass and the landing gear snagged one of the wires. This sent the plane crashing into the field below in a matter of seconds. Not only did he live but according to my Dad he walked home covered in blood shouting at my Grandmother to call get an ambulance for the other passengers. We have newspaper clippings of the crash as it was the only plane crash in that particular part of Illinois.
- 1986 he was operating one of the combines during harvest. The corn head's 'teeth (they look like a shark's tooth made from metal) got jammed. My Grandfather hates losing time and was known for idling the machinery (rather than shutting down) to loose whatever was stuck and move on. He managed to pull out whatever was caught in the gears...while resting his left hand on the blade rail. The machine kicked back in and chopped off his left ring finger and mangled it. He bled very severely but managed to get from a rural area to a hospital and survived. The finger did not make it and he only has a nub on that hand.
- 1989 the church he was with wanted to build a roof for one of their satellite churches in Jamaica. He flew down to Jamaica with my grandmother as he knew quite a bit of carpentry. While he was on the roof one day, he lost his footing and fell two stories onto a pile of industrial rubble. One of those pieces of rubble was a piece of wood which managed to pierce through his back and puncture his lung. He started drowning on blood and fluid. A local Jamaican contractor somehow cut him open to drain the fluid and he managed to get treated in the E.R. in Kingston. However, he permanently lost that lung.
- 2011 he was diagnosed with prostate cancer. He underwent painful treatments via laser removal surgery and successfully recovered and was declared cancer free after 2-years.
I'm sure there are more stories about my Grandfather but I guess the men in my family have that case of 'near death' experiences. I can't speak for every case with may Dad. However, I recall he climbed a 3 story ladder on one of our grain silos to replace an electric lamp. All the fuse boxes were old and the switches had been replaced enough times that we never knew what was live and when the power was genuinely cut. He 'thought' he'd killed power on the wire he was working on. So, up 3 stories he cut the wire to the lamp and was launched from the silo some 10 meters out and to the ground. He was taken to the hospital with cuts and bruises but not a single broken bone. He did tell me that it was extremely painful and had he not been wearing these large rubber and leather work boots; he'd likely have been fried.
- 1963 he was in a 4 seater prop plane surveying the family properties. The farm plot has a line of those enormous older transmission towers. The plane was running a low pass and the landing gear snagged one of the wires. This sent the plane crashing into the field below in a matter of seconds. Not only did he live but according to my Dad he walked home covered in blood shouting at my Grandmother to call get an ambulance for the other passengers. We have newspaper clippings of the crash as it was the only plane crash in that particular part of Illinois.
- 1986 he was operating one of the combines during harvest. The corn head's 'teeth (they look like a shark's tooth made from metal) got jammed. My Grandfather hates losing time and was known for idling the machinery (rather than shutting down) to loose whatever was stuck and move on. He managed to pull out whatever was caught in the gears...while resting his left hand on the blade rail. The machine kicked back in and chopped off his left ring finger and mangled it. He bled very severely but managed to get from a rural area to a hospital and survived. The finger did not make it and he only has a nub on that hand.
- 1989 the church he was with wanted to build a roof for one of their satellite churches in Jamaica. He flew down to Jamaica with my grandmother as he knew quite a bit of carpentry. While he was on the roof one day, he lost his footing and fell two stories onto a pile of industrial rubble. One of those pieces of rubble was a piece of wood which managed to pierce through his back and puncture his lung. He started drowning on blood and fluid. A local Jamaican contractor somehow cut him open to drain the fluid and he managed to get treated in the E.R. in Kingston. However, he permanently lost that lung.
- 2011 he was diagnosed with prostate cancer. He underwent painful treatments via laser removal surgery and successfully recovered and was declared cancer free after 2-years.
I'm sure there are more stories about my Grandfather but I guess the men in my family have that case of 'near death' experiences. I can't speak for every case with may Dad. However, I recall he climbed a 3 story ladder on one of our grain silos to replace an electric lamp. All the fuse boxes were old and the switches had been replaced enough times that we never knew what was live and when the power was genuinely cut. He 'thought' he'd killed power on the wire he was working on. So, up 3 stories he cut the wire to the lamp and was launched from the silo some 10 meters out and to the ground. He was taken to the hospital with cuts and bruises but not a single broken bone. He did tell me that it was extremely painful and had he not been wearing these large rubber and leather work boots; he'd likely have been fried.
midnightAI
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I was riding a motorbike I had previously, came across a long row of traffic, so decided to filter, overtake all of the traffic. I could see a tractor in the distance pulling a trailer with bails of hay so assumed that was the cause of all of the traffic. Anyway, just as I was approaching the tractor + trailer the thing moved out into the other side of the road right in front of me, I had to slam on the brakes, narrowly stopping just before I ploughed into the back of the trailer...... the tractor decided to overtake a milk float (look that up if you arent from the UK) that was in front of it, that was the cause of all of the traffic.
(I was probably going slightly too fast for the situation, probably going about 30mph while the traffic was going about 5-10mph)
(I was probably going slightly too fast for the situation, probably going about 30mph while the traffic was going about 5-10mph)
killatopak
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5 years old. Wanted to swing on a flag pole. Can't hold on to the ring where you were supposed to hold on to with my baby arms.
Great idea. Put my whole body inside the knot. Can only fit my head. Swing like Tarzan anyway and basically performed suicide.
Good thing someone saw me before I choked and lost my breath.
Great idea. Put my whole body inside the knot. Can only fit my head. Swing like Tarzan anyway and basically performed suicide.
Good thing someone saw me before I choked and lost my breath.
Badlucktroll
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i seen a tsunami in real life once. everyone around me was like 
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Venom Snake
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In the 1980s, there were no automatic locks in Polish railway cars. People were opening the doors long before the train pulled into the station, to look around or catch some air.
One day, a crowd of passengers getting ready to disembark was pressing against the door area where i was standing - a a four-year-old kid.
I was pushed out of the carriage as the train passed the industrial loading-docks at the very entrance to the railway station, i hit the edge of the ramp, the car pulled me down, i fell right next to the tracks. Then i got hit by something heavy (a bogie, i guess) and suddenly my hearing went out, like, in an instant.
I was concious all the time, only deaf and bruised.
I kept all my limbs, i didn't suffer any serious damage, but i had really shitty dreams for several years.
One day, a crowd of passengers getting ready to disembark was pressing against the door area where i was standing - a a four-year-old kid.
I was pushed out of the carriage as the train passed the industrial loading-docks at the very entrance to the railway station, i hit the edge of the ramp, the car pulled me down, i fell right next to the tracks. Then i got hit by something heavy (a bogie, i guess) and suddenly my hearing went out, like, in an instant.
I was concious all the time, only deaf and bruised.
I kept all my limbs, i didn't suffer any serious damage, but i had really shitty dreams for several years.
I_D
Member
Two friends, my brother, and I were all nearly killed in a stampede when we were 10ish years old.
There were about 100 cows or so, and one bull, and the friends' dog was riling them up. When the bull attacked the dog, the dog ran to us for help, and all of the cows followed at a high rate of speed.
We ran as fast as we could, realized we weren't going to make it to the fence and the fence might not matter anyway, and ended up climbing a tree and staying it in for many hours until the bull finally left us alone. Then we were able to run across the field and over the fence to safety.
It didn't actually feel all that serious at the time but, now that I know better, I'm surprised none of us got hurt.
When my brother and I got off the bus one day, sometime in early high school, a random dude was sitting on our porch. When we got close, he leapt at us.
My brother and I are both blackbelts, so it wasn't that tough to knock him away. Once he saw that he couldn't do anything to us, he took off running and never looked back.
Given the area we lived in, and how easily we'd fought him off, we didn't think much of it.
We were wrong, though, as a whole bunch of police showed up to the neighbor's house over the course of that evening.
Turns out that the man we'd seen had slit our neighbor's throat (she lived) and then was attempting to get into our house to hide.
When I was in college, I was shopping at Walmart around 3 A.M. (As you do) and when I was attempting to enter my car, with my arms full of groceries, a dude came up from behind me.
He pushed me against my car, used his forearm to push my head forward, and tried to stick his hand into my pocket (To grab my wallet, I presume).
I dropped everything to the ground and did a spinning-back-elbow into what I thought would be his head, but he turned out to be tall as hell, so I nailed him directly in the throat.
He went down like a sack of potatoes, writhed on the ground for a while, and then I drove away.
Since then, I always keep my keys in my hand, ready to punch, whenever I'm in a shady parking lot. I've also, of course, over-analyzed that scenario a million times.
So the next year, at the same Walmart, at the same time-ish, the same damn thing happened.
A guy came up behind me, pushed me against the car, put his hand into my pocket, and I did a spinning-uppercut on him.
My key went straight through the bottom of his mouth, knocked out his two front teeth which hit me in the face, and ripped the shit out of his lip.
I was just as horrified as he was.
I ripped the key back out of his mouth, gave him a very sincere shove, and then he ran away.
I don't know if the mug-attempts count as near-death, but you never really know nowadays.
Moral of the stories: Living on farms and in poor areas can be dangerous.
There might be more if I think about it for a while, but those are what popped into my head right away.
EDIT: Of course! I almost drowned once, when I was around five or six years old.
What's ironic is that it was a repressed memory for most of my life, and I had no recollection of it at all.
Until one day I read a "How to Recognize Drowning" post on this very forum; at which time the memory came slamming back into my head.
There were about 100 cows or so, and one bull, and the friends' dog was riling them up. When the bull attacked the dog, the dog ran to us for help, and all of the cows followed at a high rate of speed.
We ran as fast as we could, realized we weren't going to make it to the fence and the fence might not matter anyway, and ended up climbing a tree and staying it in for many hours until the bull finally left us alone. Then we were able to run across the field and over the fence to safety.
It didn't actually feel all that serious at the time but, now that I know better, I'm surprised none of us got hurt.
When my brother and I got off the bus one day, sometime in early high school, a random dude was sitting on our porch. When we got close, he leapt at us.
My brother and I are both blackbelts, so it wasn't that tough to knock him away. Once he saw that he couldn't do anything to us, he took off running and never looked back.
Given the area we lived in, and how easily we'd fought him off, we didn't think much of it.
We were wrong, though, as a whole bunch of police showed up to the neighbor's house over the course of that evening.
Turns out that the man we'd seen had slit our neighbor's throat (she lived) and then was attempting to get into our house to hide.
When I was in college, I was shopping at Walmart around 3 A.M. (As you do) and when I was attempting to enter my car, with my arms full of groceries, a dude came up from behind me.
He pushed me against my car, used his forearm to push my head forward, and tried to stick his hand into my pocket (To grab my wallet, I presume).
I dropped everything to the ground and did a spinning-back-elbow into what I thought would be his head, but he turned out to be tall as hell, so I nailed him directly in the throat.
He went down like a sack of potatoes, writhed on the ground for a while, and then I drove away.
Since then, I always keep my keys in my hand, ready to punch, whenever I'm in a shady parking lot. I've also, of course, over-analyzed that scenario a million times.
So the next year, at the same Walmart, at the same time-ish, the same damn thing happened.
A guy came up behind me, pushed me against the car, put his hand into my pocket, and I did a spinning-uppercut on him.
My key went straight through the bottom of his mouth, knocked out his two front teeth which hit me in the face, and ripped the shit out of his lip.
I was just as horrified as he was.
I ripped the key back out of his mouth, gave him a very sincere shove, and then he ran away.
I don't know if the mug-attempts count as near-death, but you never really know nowadays.
Moral of the stories: Living on farms and in poor areas can be dangerous.
There might be more if I think about it for a while, but those are what popped into my head right away.
EDIT: Of course! I almost drowned once, when I was around five or six years old.
What's ironic is that it was a repressed memory for most of my life, and I had no recollection of it at all.
Until one day I read a "How to Recognize Drowning" post on this very forum; at which time the memory came slamming back into my head.
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pramod
Banned
Missed a 5 car multiple fatality pile up by about a second or two. Stopped my car just in time. Dead bodies were strewn on the road just in front of me.
Hit by a car when biking, i was thrown onto the windshield and then onto the road. Somehow i didnt get a single scratch or even a broken bone.
Hit by a car when biking, i was thrown onto the windshield and then onto the road. Somehow i didnt get a single scratch or even a broken bone.
Ballthyrm
Member
Most cars in Europe have to pass that test as part of crash testing certification. So it would have to depend of the make of the car. The cars are designed for pedestrian safety too.
In the US , with your 6 tons, 6 foot trucks, you'll go right under and bye bye. Pedestrian Death have bern rising since the SUV takeover.
bajouras
Member
So that’s why V40 Volvos have that “hood airbag” for pedestrians. Kinda crazy, but it makes sense now.
Kenpachii
Member
Highway, ghostrider comming straight at me at full speed, rammed the front but bounced at the end. Almost ended me.
Walking on the street, getting a blackout, car hits me, wake up 30 minutes later somebody heard me and came outside in the rain saw me rekt in a ditch. Broke both legs and a few ribs.
Spitting blood for a few days, but on track to recover. Shit hurts tho.
Walking on the street, getting a blackout, car hits me, wake up 30 minutes later somebody heard me and came outside in the rain saw me rekt in a ditch. Broke both legs and a few ribs.
Spitting blood for a few days, but on track to recover. Shit hurts tho.
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