Have You Ever Nearly Died?
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Night Owl
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I can't think of any times where I've come close to dying, aside from nightmares that is.
The closest I can think of is the time I flipped an atv.
I was out at a friend's place, following them along a fence. I hit a rock and clipped the fence. I was thrown from the Atv with my feet ending up between the ground and the hump.
When My friend rushed over worried, the first thing I had him do was turn off the atv.
I walked away bruised but nothing was broken.
The closest I can think of is the time I flipped an atv.
I was out at a friend's place, following them along a fence. I hit a rock and clipped the fence. I was thrown from the Atv with my feet ending up between the ground and the hump.
When My friend rushed over worried, the first thing I had him do was turn off the atv.
I walked away bruised but nothing was broken.
Shadsie
Sage of Tales
Near-Death by Birth: I am told by my family that when I was born, I was "blue as a Smurf" because I had the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck.
Near-Death by Suicide: A couple of times. One time, I panicked / my survival-instinct kicked in after I drank something bad and I had a little ride in an ambulance. I know what liquid charocal tastes like - horrible stuff. It was kind of half-assed, actually - just extremely stupid. Another time, when I seriously was considering it, I decided to get help, instead, and checked myself into a clinic for a half-week. Don't be afraid to do that if you need to - they can really help. As much as I may talk about not feeling like I deserve to be around when I'm depressed, I've yet to get as bad as those two times. Treatment helps... as well as loved-ones.
Near-Death by Accident/Stupidity: A couple of years ago, I fell down a flight of stairs at the job I was working at. It was a narrow stairwell to/from a hayloft in a barn. I stepped back to close the door behind me and wound up slipping on the edge of a step and tumbling straight into a concrete floor. I missed a jagged cinder-block (used as a doorstop) that was sitting right by the stairs by a *hair,* plus I had my hair in a ponytail that day (a style I rarely kept), had on thick winter clothes and a jacket... I got away with a broken arm and a bruised kidney (which I didn't find out about until the pains in my side got too bad for me to take three days later)... I went to emergency and spent a little time in the hospital - informed that if I hadn't gone in right then, I might have had to go on dialysis, or may have died... It actually took some convincing by loved ones to go in because I thought I was just suffering from being "jostled around" and was being a big baby about it... turns out I had a massive internal injury. The arm healed up nicely, too.
Near-Death from being a "Hero" : I detailed this on a thread asking whether or not anyone has had a "Link-moment." I once found myself keeping a panicked horse in a field and out of traffic by putting myself between said horse and said traffic and yelling a lot. I actually mentally prepared myself to die for a moment when I decided to do that instead of just run to somewhere safe.
WHY AM I STILL ALIVE?!
Near-Death by Suicide: A couple of times. One time, I panicked / my survival-instinct kicked in after I drank something bad and I had a little ride in an ambulance. I know what liquid charocal tastes like - horrible stuff. It was kind of half-assed, actually - just extremely stupid. Another time, when I seriously was considering it, I decided to get help, instead, and checked myself into a clinic for a half-week. Don't be afraid to do that if you need to - they can really help. As much as I may talk about not feeling like I deserve to be around when I'm depressed, I've yet to get as bad as those two times. Treatment helps... as well as loved-ones.
Near-Death by Accident/Stupidity: A couple of years ago, I fell down a flight of stairs at the job I was working at. It was a narrow stairwell to/from a hayloft in a barn. I stepped back to close the door behind me and wound up slipping on the edge of a step and tumbling straight into a concrete floor. I missed a jagged cinder-block (used as a doorstop) that was sitting right by the stairs by a *hair,* plus I had my hair in a ponytail that day (a style I rarely kept), had on thick winter clothes and a jacket... I got away with a broken arm and a bruised kidney (which I didn't find out about until the pains in my side got too bad for me to take three days later)... I went to emergency and spent a little time in the hospital - informed that if I hadn't gone in right then, I might have had to go on dialysis, or may have died... It actually took some convincing by loved ones to go in because I thought I was just suffering from being "jostled around" and was being a big baby about it... turns out I had a massive internal injury. The arm healed up nicely, too.
Near-Death from being a "Hero" : I detailed this on a thread asking whether or not anyone has had a "Link-moment." I once found myself keeping a panicked horse in a field and out of traffic by putting myself between said horse and said traffic and yelling a lot. I actually mentally prepared myself to die for a moment when I decided to do that instead of just run to somewhere safe.
WHY AM I STILL ALIVE?!
Joy
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I've nearly died once, I was crossing the road, and this bunch of young people come whizzing past me in a car, just in front of me. The light was green for pedestrans so I hadn't been careful, and they were far over the speed limit.
Sir Quaffler
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The only time I was actually knocking on heaven's door was when I was only 12 months old or so. My first year of life was spent in hospitals, since I kept contracting different sicknesses that would cause me to become extremely malnourished, turn blue in the face, go into catatonic states every so often, etc. I was given a medicine to stop the symptoms but instead I had a seizure and nearly died. Thank God some other doctor was able to determine what was really going on and cured me. So if I really stop and think about it my entire life is on borrowed time.
The only other time I was in a potentially life-threatening circumstance when I was 14 or so in the dead of winter. My siblings went over to our neighbor's house to go sledding around this frozen pool. My brother decided to be an ******* and shoved me into the dead center of the lake. I broke through right at the center (thankfully I wasn't actually trapped underneath the ice - yikes!) and had to break the ice as I swam to shore. Thankfully all I got was a few days of sickness out of the ordeal.
The only other time I was in a potentially life-threatening circumstance when I was 14 or so in the dead of winter. My siblings went over to our neighbor's house to go sledding around this frozen pool. My brother decided to be an ******* and shoved me into the dead center of the lake. I broke through right at the center (thankfully I wasn't actually trapped underneath the ice - yikes!) and had to break the ice as I swam to shore. Thankfully all I got was a few days of sickness out of the ordeal.
In chronological order...
I nearly drowned once. I was six years old, and my older sister had come into town from out of state for a visit. She took me and brother to the hotel where she was staying for a swim. I was deathly afraid of water at the time, so I had opted out of swimming. My sister had suggested I jostle around in the water with my feet for a bit, as the Louisiana temperatures felt as though it were set to inferno. So anyways, I sat on the edge of the deep end of the pool and began to swiftly kick my feet in the water. While doing so, I decided to lean forward for some reason. I ended up falling into five feet, head first and flailing wildly as a began to drown. I recall latching onto my brother's leg, nearly pulling him in with me. Lucky for both he and I, some random guy who had been trying to get my sister's phone number jumped in and prevented my brother and I from drowning...
My second near-death experience might startle some; read on at your own risk:
My third brush with death came soon after my sister was murdered. I will not go into detail on her death, but I was distraught over being powerless over the whole ordeal, as I was only a kid. I was angry at my whole family; I felt as though they didn't try hard enough to find the killer. This was a rare moment where I let my emotions get the best of me, and I attempted suicide. I waited until everyone left, so that no one would be home to save me if I overdosed on sleep aids. Oddly enough, I survived this instance, and the sleep aids did nothing but cause me to sleep for nearly 24 hours, but the result could have quickly turned fatal...
My fourth brush with death and my second attempt at suicide revolved around the time where I was diagnosed with Social Anxiety Disorder and Depression. My gossipy aunt told everyone and their grandmother about it, despite my mom begging her not to, and that set forth the events that led up to my becoming a total outcast and a loner. I felt as though I didn't fit in anywhere and I had no friends; everyone thought I was a psycho. I was an emotional wreck and I felt as though I lost my place in the world. This led up to my closest instance of coming face to face with the Grim Reaper. I recall that, after an intense argument with my mom, I locked myself in my bedroom, and proceed to take a cocktail of dextromethorphan and anxiety and depression meds; the result was a near-fatal drug overdose. The rest is a blur. I was told that my aunt had rushed me to the ER where I had to get my stomach pumped... And alas, sobrevivi...
I nearly drowned once. I was six years old, and my older sister had come into town from out of state for a visit. She took me and brother to the hotel where she was staying for a swim. I was deathly afraid of water at the time, so I had opted out of swimming. My sister had suggested I jostle around in the water with my feet for a bit, as the Louisiana temperatures felt as though it were set to inferno. So anyways, I sat on the edge of the deep end of the pool and began to swiftly kick my feet in the water. While doing so, I decided to lean forward for some reason. I ended up falling into five feet, head first and flailing wildly as a began to drown. I recall latching onto my brother's leg, nearly pulling him in with me. Lucky for both he and I, some random guy who had been trying to get my sister's phone number jumped in and prevented my brother and I from drowning...
My second near-death experience might startle some; read on at your own risk:
Okay, so I was at least six or seven years old (vague, repressed memory sort of thing happening right now), and I was visiting my dad's over the summer. He had introduced me to his young new girlfriend - and soon to be wife - but despite being a tad upset over my parent's divorce, I had never experienced the whole "dislike of the step-mom" thing, and I actually liked her. My dad commuted to work in another town, and he left me at home with his fiancee. Things had been going well; my dad's fiancee and I played catch and she told me stories from when she served in the Navy. Eventually, things took a turn for the odd when I overheard a conversation between she and some strange guy. I was just a little kid, so I didn't quite understand what they were talking about - - I'll just leave it at that. To put it simply, she apparently had plans to meet with this guy. She told him that my dad was at work in another town and she was stuck babysitting. It appeared she had come to a compromise and decided that he'd pick her up later that night, and I'd tag along with... o___O Strange, right?
Okay, so yeah... Later that night the guy had come as promised to pick up my dad's fiancee. I tagged along with, and I recall sitting in the backseat of his car, which was quite fancy. Oddly enough, the car's interior decor featured an assortment of obscure cartoon characters. At this point, I recall the man driving up to an extravagant house that, while beautiful, appeared to be in the middle of nowhere - out in a rural area with dirt roads and vast fields that spread as far as the eyes could see. Upon exiting the car and entering the man's house, we were greeted by a hodge-podge of weirdos; most of them, in retrospect, were probably drunk and/or high. I recall them staring at dad's fiancee and I like hungry wolves to a flock of sheep. The man quickly introduced my dad's fiancee to the weirdos; she seemingly ignored me and immediately engaged in conversation with them. I recall at some point amid the chaos that the man had edged me into what appeared to be farthermost part of his ranch style home - into a dark room. He turned on the lights, and to my surprise, there was a crapload of toys - video games, stuffed animals, etc. A red Gameboy whose front contained a picture of Charizard(?) caught my attention, and I ran over and started to play with it. I had looked up to ask him something, but just when I was started to say something, he had already left the room. I went to follow the man, only to find out that the door was locked. Oddly enough, I didn't panic. I simply went back over to play with the red Gameboy.
I recall that hours had passed, and the guy had not yet come back. I was wondering what took him so long; and where my dad's fiancee was... Just minutes later, my dad's fiancee barged into the room. She was extremely disheveled - her hair and clothes were incredibly messy, and her nose was bleeding profusely. I recall her frantically yelling to me that we must leave right away, to which I robotically complied with a simple "kay". Seconds later, the guy came barging in with two other guys. Before my eyes I looked on as the men verbally abused my dad's fiancee. She looked over at me, pleading for help. I recall not being able to move at all at this point. Hell, a part of me was just glad to see that the guys didn't even care that I was there. The men began to cut her shirt open with what appeared to be a Swiss army knife. And I'll stop here...
To be honest, I don't know what happened beyond that point, but she and I somehow managed to escape. What happened to my dad's fiancee that night could easily have escalated into both she and I being killed and abandoned in the middle of nowhere...
Okay, so yeah... Later that night the guy had come as promised to pick up my dad's fiancee. I tagged along with, and I recall sitting in the backseat of his car, which was quite fancy. Oddly enough, the car's interior decor featured an assortment of obscure cartoon characters. At this point, I recall the man driving up to an extravagant house that, while beautiful, appeared to be in the middle of nowhere - out in a rural area with dirt roads and vast fields that spread as far as the eyes could see. Upon exiting the car and entering the man's house, we were greeted by a hodge-podge of weirdos; most of them, in retrospect, were probably drunk and/or high. I recall them staring at dad's fiancee and I like hungry wolves to a flock of sheep. The man quickly introduced my dad's fiancee to the weirdos; she seemingly ignored me and immediately engaged in conversation with them. I recall at some point amid the chaos that the man had edged me into what appeared to be farthermost part of his ranch style home - into a dark room. He turned on the lights, and to my surprise, there was a crapload of toys - video games, stuffed animals, etc. A red Gameboy whose front contained a picture of Charizard(?) caught my attention, and I ran over and started to play with it. I had looked up to ask him something, but just when I was started to say something, he had already left the room. I went to follow the man, only to find out that the door was locked. Oddly enough, I didn't panic. I simply went back over to play with the red Gameboy.
I recall that hours had passed, and the guy had not yet come back. I was wondering what took him so long; and where my dad's fiancee was... Just minutes later, my dad's fiancee barged into the room. She was extremely disheveled - her hair and clothes were incredibly messy, and her nose was bleeding profusely. I recall her frantically yelling to me that we must leave right away, to which I robotically complied with a simple "kay". Seconds later, the guy came barging in with two other guys. Before my eyes I looked on as the men verbally abused my dad's fiancee. She looked over at me, pleading for help. I recall not being able to move at all at this point. Hell, a part of me was just glad to see that the guys didn't even care that I was there. The men began to cut her shirt open with what appeared to be a Swiss army knife. And I'll stop here...
To be honest, I don't know what happened beyond that point, but she and I somehow managed to escape. What happened to my dad's fiancee that night could easily have escalated into both she and I being killed and abandoned in the middle of nowhere...
My third brush with death came soon after my sister was murdered. I will not go into detail on her death, but I was distraught over being powerless over the whole ordeal, as I was only a kid. I was angry at my whole family; I felt as though they didn't try hard enough to find the killer. This was a rare moment where I let my emotions get the best of me, and I attempted suicide. I waited until everyone left, so that no one would be home to save me if I overdosed on sleep aids. Oddly enough, I survived this instance, and the sleep aids did nothing but cause me to sleep for nearly 24 hours, but the result could have quickly turned fatal...
My fourth brush with death and my second attempt at suicide revolved around the time where I was diagnosed with Social Anxiety Disorder and Depression. My gossipy aunt told everyone and their grandmother about it, despite my mom begging her not to, and that set forth the events that led up to my becoming a total outcast and a loner. I felt as though I didn't fit in anywhere and I had no friends; everyone thought I was a psycho. I was an emotional wreck and I felt as though I lost my place in the world. This led up to my closest instance of coming face to face with the Grim Reaper. I recall that, after an intense argument with my mom, I locked myself in my bedroom, and proceed to take a cocktail of dextromethorphan and anxiety and depression meds; the result was a near-fatal drug overdose. The rest is a blur. I was told that my aunt had rushed me to the ER where I had to get my stomach pumped... And alas, sobrevivi...
Shadsie
Sage of Tales
And I can't follow how some people are insensitive jerks.
The "almost died" part. Have you ever *seen* a full-grown quarter-horse? Or a CAR? Both are big. When both are hurtling at you at breakneck speed, you have to supress all of your instinct not to get out of the way. The "hero" (or perhaps just stupidity) part comes when a person is trying to keep one from colliding with the other (in order to prevent the death of horse and driver) at the risk of one's own person.
I can self-depreciate, but when you put another down for sharing a genuinely scary experience, you, sir, are an A$$.