Holy Crap! That Was Close!
- Thread starter Danny Ocean
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I'm apparently doing something wrong...I don't remember ever having a near-death experience. Maybe mine was just so much more traumatic or unlucky than any of you guys' and amnesia/denial has blocked out that incident.
Yeah, I'll go with that...
Well, there were a couple of times.
My friends and I used to love going out into the local forest and try deliberately to get lost and find our way back, trekking through treacherous mountains (big rocks), thundering rivers (streams). It was mostly fun until, during the winter, a snowstorm hit. Cold and really lost, we winded up on the wrong exit out of the woods (granted, it was still suburbs). We trudged through a fucked-up blizzard and me and my best friend fainted a couple of time.
Another time, during the winter, we were sledding down one of the local hills when our sled flipped over a bump and sent us flying through the air and lying in the snow at the bottom of the hill. Just I was about to get up, an inflatable carrying at least three people ran over me, effectively flattening me into the ground.
Neither of these were really life-threatening (especially the second one), but they're as close as I can be.
Yeah, I'll go with that...
Well, there were a couple of times.
My friends and I used to love going out into the local forest and try deliberately to get lost and find our way back, trekking through treacherous mountains (big rocks), thundering rivers (streams). It was mostly fun until, during the winter, a snowstorm hit. Cold and really lost, we winded up on the wrong exit out of the woods (granted, it was still suburbs). We trudged through a fucked-up blizzard and me and my best friend fainted a couple of time.
Another time, during the winter, we were sledding down one of the local hills when our sled flipped over a bump and sent us flying through the air and lying in the snow at the bottom of the hill. Just I was about to get up, an inflatable carrying at least three people ran over me, effectively flattening me into the ground.
Neither of these were really life-threatening (especially the second one), but they're as close as I can be.
Once lost control at the top of a mountain skiing when I was younger (8-10). I went over the edge onto a really steep area and froze with fear which crouching. Ahead of me was trees and if I dodged those I would just go off a ledge and off a cliff onto rocks below. So there I was out of control and gaining speed as I went soaring to what could have been a crushed skull. I see a woman jump out of my way infront of me and a man further down. The man quickly sped down and right into my path. He braced himself and I hit him full speed. BOOM! Yard sale, skies and poles everywhere. My ski instructer came up to me and saw me looking kind of dazed. She knew I was fine and just started laughing and saying how she wished she got it on video. I laugh as well and get up and collected my skies and poles as well as the other man's. I thanked him and he said he just knew he had to stop me and we skied off away from one another. Ski patrol caught up to us further down the hill and I yelled I was fine as I skied by them. Funny to think that a man I never knew saved my life and all I could do was say thanks 
When i was 6, my older sister tripped me on a concrete patio, i should have had brain dmg, but i only have a skull fracture (My head hit a concrete step, the only step on our property). Then the older of my two younger brothers jumped on my neck when i was lying on a couch when i was 12, he almost broke my spine, and i couldn't hold my head straight for 2 months because the muscles in my neck were so swollen on one side.
After those events, all i could think was "Pope Poop"
After those events, all i could think was "Pope Poop"
I managed to step on a soccerball with both feet, lost my balance, did a 180 degree spin in the air and came down on my collar bone. Google it if you want to know how close to a broken neck that is.
I got into this situation where I could of been killed, but I survived.
(if you don't get the joke I can't help you.)
(if you don't get the joke I can't help you.)
when i was seven i was riding my bike down a hill, brakes broke and i missed a jeep wrangler and jeep liberty. I got across the road onto the street and caught my left handle bar on a picket fence. front flipped over the handle bars onto my head. was rushed to the hospital with just a bruise. =}
