Posted on 07/06/2013 7:15:44 PM PDT by MNDude
It seems almost everyone has a story of how they almost drowned, almost drove off a cliff, or narrowly dodged a bullet. What is your story of the closest you came to dying?
Nice steel.
I use to go during the season but I was on someone’s property or usually on Worth Avenue. Mostly stayed at Breakers but, did stay at anotherp
Place. can’t recall the name of it. just down the street.
Breakers was phenom and I had balcony to the ocean.
I’m 56 yo and have smoked cigarettes since I was 15. I think I’m playing with fire everytime I fire one up.
Welding class in high school. The guy in the next booth laid his 220v welding rod with the welder set at 225 amps against my booth. I grabbed my ground clamp and the side of the booth. Blew me up against the wall.
Virtually identical thing happened to me. I don't think I was going 35, but 25 for sure. But I was standing on the pedals with my full weight, making a left turn at an intersection, when the derailleur went "pop" and I was sliding on the pavement in a split second.
I wasn't really that small. I was - I think - 16 or so.
I never rode that bike again, and I didn't get on another bike for more than thirty years.
With oncoming traffic continuous, the quickest way to get out of the way was to back up,turn right, and start creeping the wrong way on the Autobahn, close to the accident scene.
I did find out the Polizei could display a sence of humor!
They laughed while telling me several times I was going the wrong way.
After they helped controll traffic enough for me to get turned around, I drove to the next exit, pulled off to the side of the road and thanked God for my miracle.
Not a single scratch on me or my car, but one of the closest brushes with death I've had.
Put me in the habit of praying to God, and giving thanks for everything else, both before and afterwards....
I had AVR a year ago. When I first became aware after the surgery I felt like very little time had passed and that nothing had happened. I was wondering if the surgery had been cancelled. That’s the best I would feel for the next 8 months. Later on I had a remembrance of complete and utter nothingness, which was different from any other anesthesia.
My mom and I almost died when she gave birth to me. The doctor asked my dad which of us to save. My mom’s uncle was the doctor and I was born breech. My mom is now 100 years old.
Which time?
It's not like you didn't tell the stupid B that if she moved she'd throw the plane off balance.
I still say they shoulda made her walk home.
Or at least “Never Quiters”.
I had a couple of other good ones but, that is my seminal moment.
They shoot kittens too...
“I still say they shoulda made her walk home. “
I agree but she demanded a jet and the insurance co. provided one with a nurse to boot!
It happened right after I revealed on these pages the secret of the fake moon landing, which took place inside a historical Burbank movie set (Harold Lloyd, Mary Pickford ring a bell?) in which simulation I took part as assistant director to a famous film director, whose name I cannot tell you, but he’s dead anyway, was paid generously and retired to the Bahamas, where my neighbours were famous rockers and Hollywood stars (Mick Jagger, Meryl Streep ring a bell?), only to sneak back to Minnesota a dozen years ago, where Secret Service almost caught up with me. I still have scars from the bullet wounds. That was a close one.
About a week before I took a trip on that road, I read a story about how there had been many accidents on the Naples side where there was a sharp curve where four lanes went to two. They were constructing I-75 at the time. Coming back home I got to that point and slowed down because I remembered that story. I saw a car starting to spin out coming toward me. I stopped and the spinning car stopped right in front of me.
“I read something once that most men who die around water have their zipper open”
One specific case I read about did not involve snow. There were two short bridges over a river - one for each direction, and very close together.
Can you guess what happened? They figure the guy climbed over the railing - this was at nighttime and probably after a few beers, not realizing he was over water and thinking there would be a median, to - yep, take a leak.
Shortly thereafter, the railing was replaced with a high chain-link fence.
I figured you were going to tell your Reno Air Show story...
The night nobama was first elected I felt like I had been shot by a 12 gauge.
I really don’t know how to start because in telling it, I fear I will begin to relive it, which could put me back years of therapy.. However, lets start at the end...
It was 11:35am, Houston, Harris County Courthouse, Dec. 1, 1978...
I was finalizing my divorce with my first wife, after 14 years of marriage, 3 children.. This was the culmination of months of negotiations and thousands of dollars of attorney fees, not to mention countless hours of arguments and ugly encounters..
Just before the judge was going to gavel in the court to order to grant the final decree I looked at her lead attorney, a steely-eyed vampire, dressed in a vicuna sportcoat, and motioned to him that I wanted to talk to my wife.. I had a moment of grief and wanted to ask my wife if we should stop and reconsider our position, and perhaps give it one more try, if only for the children, which I was awarded guardianship by a negotiated agreement..
He looked me in the eye, and fixed his jaw and reached over and whispered to my wife.. Moments later she looked at me and whispered back to her attorney.. He smiled and looked at me with a s#iteating grin, and shook his head no...
Thats it, I almost took that bi#ch back... Whew.... :)
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