Ooooh, let's see... I had regulator problems while learning to scuba dive in Malta. That was most alarming and got 'drowning' moved very, very far down my list of 'prefered ways to die'.
I've had a few 'now or never' landings forced upon me by the very changeable weather in the region where I do my flying and some of those have been pretty damned close to becoming a very long AAIB report.
I'm sure there have been others, but I can't recall them just now. Somebody shot me once, but not in anything that wouldn't grow back, so I don't know if that counts.
EDIT: I just remembered a really nasty infection I picked up that had my temperature so high you could have used me as a hotplate. In the odd interval during that time that I was actually lucid I thought I was on the way out. I told them that if I were going to peg out they were to take me outside and let me go out properly, under the sky, not in some grotty little room under a flourescent tube.
edited 23rd Dec '11 2:15:37 AM by InverurieJones
'All he needs is for somebody to throw handgrenades at him for the rest of his life...'I can't really think of anything. My life is pretty risk-free, I guess.
I sort of remember an incident when I was really small, when my brother (just one year older) decided he wanted to teach me to swim in the deep end of the pool. We both nearly drowned and my mother had to leap in fully clothed to save us. To this day, both of us blame the other for it.
Be not afraid...I wandered off in my jammies one morning on a beach vacation when I was six, about an hour before anyone else woke up. For whatever reason, I ended up getting stuck a distance from land where the water was roughly neck deep. I stayed there for around ten minutes or so, too afraid of crabs and underwater holes to move, before eventually tiptoeing back to the shore.
Equipped with his five senses, man explores the universe around him and calls the adventure Science.Being clipped by a car while on a motorcycle caused me to lose control and ended up in the oncoming lane. Got hit by a car before I could regain control and went flying, landed on my right arm and broke it, could have been fatal if I handed head or neck first, or if there was another car behind the one that hit me.
To the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee.I once tried to convince a then-buddy of mine who was drunk that driving would be a bad idea. He wouldn't have it. So I continued to try to get him to crash locally until he was sober enough to drive, and he got a lil' rambunctious. We kinda' wrestled around for a while, me trying to take his keys from him, but that didn't work. I got desperate and stood in front of his car, and he called my bluff; I nearly got run over that night. Still, he somehow managed to get home safe, but the fact that I nearly could've killed myself never seemed to bother me.
Recently (earlier this year), I spun my car out on the freeway, on an off-ramp that lead to another freeway. I hit the railing that guarded against the fairly long drop down a steep hill, though I was going so damn fast, it's a miracle that I didn't plow through it and tumble down it car and all. Some decent front bumper scars, and no physical damage to me, but I thought that was the end of it for me.
Two: Drowning and falling off the second floor.
...a little brother should belong to his older sister, right? - Orimura ChifuyuRunning across a busy street while in a half-sleepy haze not too long ago. There was a lorry waiting to turn off on my side of the road, blocking cars there and that seemed like a decent opportunity. I didn't realize that the fact that it was waiting meant that there would be oncoming traffic on the other lane and that view of that was entirely obscured by said lorry. When I did run, a car on that lane rushed past not a meter ahead of me.
It didn't seem like a stupid idea until a bit later...
A different shape every step I take A different mind every step of the line![]()
Ooh, that reminds me of one I was too young to remember, if you see what I mean...
I was in my baby seat in the back of my parents' car, positioned in the middle so that my mum could reach back to feed me etc. Normally I was quite in the car, but on this trip I'd been crying a lot. Eventually my mum took me out of the baby seat and sat me on her lap to calm me down.
No sooner had she done this than a car driven by a mad old woman came 'round the bend on the wrong side of the road and hit us head on.
Both cars were mangled and my dad's right knee sustained an injury from which it never fully recovered. My mum and I were unharmed, but the rear-view mirror had snapped off, flown into the back of the car and smash into the baby seat.
Lucky me.
edited 23rd Dec '11 10:02:11 AM by InverurieJones
'All he needs is for somebody to throw handgrenades at him for the rest of his life...'I'm going to have to say the time I started coughing up blood in the middle of the grocery store. Followed shortly thereafter by throwing up blood at the hospital during the CAT scan of my lungs.
That’s the epitome of privilege right there, not considering armed nazis a threat to your life. - SilaswThis one probably is more "almost serious injury" than "almost death", but one time as a kid I accidentally let go of a rope on a playset and spun wildly through the air. Thankfully enough, I landed sitting on my knees, instead of cracking my neck.
Then there was that one time when I was a little kid where I fell down some stairs while reaching for something. I only lost a few teeth, though. Again, more "injury" than "death".
When I was born, though, some part of my intestines got twisted, so I ended up barfing up everything I ate and apparently looked really sick and pale. I still have a scar on my stomach from the operation.
And to say I was nervous... it wouldn't be quite enough....Well, the one that jumps in my mind right now is that time when I was almost run over by a moto.
I was crossing the street, when a guy trying to turn fell from his bike. Thankfully it felt on its side and stopped a few centimeter away from my knees, the wheels still spinning at full speed.
A friend had to help me finish to cross the street...
Look upon my R.O.U.S., ye mighty, and despair!Nearly forgot, I've got an allergy one too. I went to a friend's house to spend the night there for a concert nearby her place. She let me have the guest bed, which was also occupied most nights by their cat, and I'm highly allergic to cat dander and hair. The bed, floor, and nearly every surface was covered in both.
I think I slept for an hour that whole night. The remaining 8, I was focusing on breathing and getting air. I knew it probably wouldn't kill me, but man oh man, it felt like dying.

WARNING- Can possibly drift into the emo realm
What incident is the closest you have been to dieing. Doesn't have to be a suicidal attempt, or you wanting some pain to end, just an incident that made you feel like you were about to say bye bye.
For me, it's either, almost fell of a mountain, almost drowned, almost choked, or almost run over. Don't worry, all of them were accidents.
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