My dad hauled me out of the way of a moving vehicle after I stepped out into the road without warning. Think I would've been seven or something.
The term "Great Man" is disturbingly interchangeable with "mass murderer" in history books.Well, lemme think. First time was... August 2001, I think. My dad was completely shitfaced and did a powerslide into a tree. My legs were literally an inch away from being crushed. I doubt that it would have been fatal, but walking around on prosthetics for the rest of my life wouldn't be much fun, would it?
Then early in the following October, my dad tried to murder my whole family and died in the process. I was one flight of stairs away from a drug-addled, knife-toting maniac, so I guess that counts as 'close to death'.
edited 25th Jan '12 10:24:13 PM by Anfingrimm
I have no beard. I have no beard, and I must scream.OD-ed twice. Spent 15 hours puking for every 15 minutes the next 15 hours each time. The next day after each I was ridiculously weak.
Also once woke up in a large pool of my own vomit. If I'd passed out on my front rather than my side I'd not be here now, I'd have choked on it. Same as if I hadn't stop to fix my umbrella once. That time a bus passed within 6 inches of me. I could have touched the damned thing.
No.I was nearly hit by a speeding Italian driver couple of years ago. He was doing 70mph on a rural road where there were no pavements, and he sped round the corner on the wrong side of the road and caught my cousin's dress. If I had been where she was, as I'm larger and older, I would have died.
And earlier today, I was nearly hit by a 4x4.
I have seen Death close enough on enough occasions to know that She has a cute little mole on her left cheek. Nice smile as well. Even when She was waving Her finger at me as if to say, don't be that stupid again, or I may not bother to stop My work on you.
My Death looks like Neil Gaiman's portrayal of Her. Funny how I capitalize the Incarnation of the end of things and refuse to do the same to god.
I went kayaking in the Catskills when I was 12 and a current pulled my boat into a thicket. The thicket blocked the water from going any further, so the boat slid up against it after it turned over. Conclusion? I'm under water in a relatively strong current with no way to surface for air. I'd have drowned if my dad hadn't pulled me out of the water. (He was strong enough to swim against the current; at 12, all 5'3" and 104 pounds of me couldn't've hoped to do it.)
ok boomerMine is probably an instance I'm not even aware of, like crossing a street too early or something. But one I do know of was last summer, the day before 4th of July me and a couple friends went to some creepy-but-facsinating KKK grounds (I'm getting off topic..) so they could find a can of computer duster they had used a couple days prior. I had tried duster once before, and yes, I'm aware of how dangerous it is. I decided to hit it a couple of times, and one turn I took 2 hits, the second one too fast, and everything just completely rushed to my head, and my vision faded so the corners of what I could see were faded and black, and getting bigger. For a second I thought "This is it. This could be the end." but then my mood quickly shifted and I realized I didn't want to die, and I didn't know what else to do but hug someone and scream in terror, my high idiot friend of course didn't take that very seriously when he started rubbing my ass while he hugged me, and in the middle of my screaming I just said "..Are you touching my ass?" and he said "Maybe", and by then my heartbeat and vision felt normal again. Granted, I feel lucky to have gotten out of that and have been very careful the times I inhaled duster after that, but I haven't even hit the stuff since October.
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Fell off a 100 foot cliff and just barely managed to grab hold of a tree that was growing over the edge when I was ten. I still cannot stand heights.
Almost froze to death one night camping when I was 12 - we didn't expect it to drop to 2 degrees Fahrenheit below in Florida.
Male elephants enter this phase where they are overdosed with testosterone and will charge and trample stuff with little to no provocation. This is called "musth". While I was in Africa, an elephant in musth entered our campground and nearly ran me and my brother down, but our guide saved us - by imitating the roar of a lion and spooking the beast.
One time while drift diving in Malaysia our drunken boat guide forgot about us and headed home. We drifted for two hours until we came across a small island. Just as we were swimming to the shore a freakin' tiger came out of the jungle, sniffed at us, then stalked off. We were latter told that it was a man-eater, but that we were safe because it had already killed and eaten an elderly man earlier that day and wasn't hungry.
I've been lucky to escape from not one, but two separate tornadoes. Both times I was out walking my dog, and both times she freaked out before the tornado touched down and dragged me home.
And finally, I was ten feet away from a tree when it got hit by lightning. Ever run your hand under a faucet when the water is too hot, then reflex action makes you pull your hand away? It was like that - I basically dropped to the ground without even thinking about it.
edited 14th Mar '12 8:37:58 AM by MyGodItsFullofStars
My mom told me this story from when I was first brought to the United States after being adopted from China, when I was about seven months old. There was some point in my life before coming to the orphanage when I was kept in unsanitary living conditions at a foster home, possibly a farm, and ended up catching E. coli there. Since this was 1995, the orphanage, of course, wasn't really a very caring place, physically or emotionally.
My mom had a doctor's appointment for me scheduled for the day after they got home, I had a fever and runny nose that just wouldn't stop. The doctor thought that my mom was just being a paranoid new mother but he gave me antibiotics anyways.
It turned out that if I had been given just a few more days, I would've died. At the age of seven months. Of E. coli.
And then my mom got a call from Social Services because they thought it was my mom's fault and that she was some idiot rather than an irresponsible Chinese foster home's fault.
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."Been close to drowning twice, once by the sea when I was very little and another time in a pool. I also almost walked in front of a bus once a couple of years ago.
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I mean sure there were plenty of Could Have Been Messy moments in my life but I don't think there has ever been a clear case of 'an itch away from death' situation. I never took unnecessary risks as a kid.
edited 14th Mar '12 4:49:08 PM by joeyjojo
hashtagsarestupidMy moment happened during rehearsal for a high school play. Or possibly a series of short plays; I don't remember that part too well. Anyway, me and this other kid were goofing off and roughhousing because we had some time to kill before we needed to be ready, and I ended up in a headlock. This headlock ended up cutting off my oxygen, and because I am dumb I opted to keep futilely struggling instead of tapping out or showing any signs of sincere distress. So I ended up blacking out and woke up lying on the floor with all the actors around a lot more concerned than I ever was.
At the beginning of this year, I was almost killed in a car accident. And I was in the backside, without a seatbelt! If I live today, someone up there definitely protected me, my brother and the driver who took us.
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When I go to sleep.