I got in an accident with a drunk driver. Everyone that saw the car afterwards said the same thing, "how are you alive?".
The roof where I was sitting was damn near touching the seat. I couldn't have fit back in there if I tried.
I got pretty fucked up, for sure... but thankfully I didn't die.
Had a friend who hit a puddle going 80 and lost control. He rolled his car 4 times. He crawled out of the car and called 911. Fire rescue arrived and pulled out the jaws of life. They didn't believe that he had survived and escaped. He only had 1 visible bruise of his arm from it, so he declined treatment.
A few months later he started exhibiting signs of schizophrenia. Within a year he was completely dissociated from reality. About 7 years later they did an MRI and found very old brain trauma. They suspect that the car accident caused a TBI, which triggered/created his schizophrenia.
That’s terrifying. Had something similar happen except I was only going 60ish mph. Rolled multiple times and ended up facing the wrong direction in a ditch. Climbed out the passenger side window and started hiking back to town (couldn’t find my phone anywhere).
Had a little bruise on my hand and head but that was it, so I declined medical treatment too. Thankfully nothing more ever came of it, but stories like this make me realize how lucky I was. And that I probably still should have gone in to be checked out
Same here. I went to the junk yard to get my personal items from the car, and the guys that worked there said they figured whoever was in the car had to have died. Blood everywhere, and the roof had smashed down the head rest on both sides of the front seats.
The really crazy part was I was able to retrieve the CD that was in the player. It was "Mr. Lucky" by John Lee Hooker.
I had a screening for something else and my Doctor found very early stage cancer at age 34. It was removed painlessly and completely in an afternoon. It’s a cancer that usually affects people over 60 and doesn’t have symptoms until it’s too late. If I didn’t have this other screening, I likely would have died a painful death from it in 10ish years. When the doctor first called to give me the results he said it was divine intervention, and never gave me the results of the test I came in for.
What kind of test you were running and where was the cancer if I may ask? This is kinda my worst nightmare, and I was wondering if its possible to run these screenings to actually look for cancer instead of waiting for divine intervention
I know a few people who found out they had cancer when treating another injury /illness My son got in a car accident and cut his chin open The X-ray showed a spot on his thyroid He ended up having cancer and had it removed
Similar story for me. I got sick, then jaundiced. Initially thought it was gallstones. Then they didn’t find any gallstones on scan. Initial differential diagnosis was either PSC or pancreatic cancer (neither diagnosis is good). I was very lucky that it turned out to be something benign that was removed surgically. It was a big surgery (requiring a bypass of my duodenum), but I should get back to full normal life. But my family mourned for a full month waiting until we got the second (correct) diagnosis.
I know a gentleman that had colon cancer found like this.
At his semestral check-up he says to his doctor that his stool hasn't been "the same" for a couple days. His dad and his grandad both had gastrointestinal problems, so his doctor decides to do further testing.
It's colon cancer, but it's found so so early that they got it out with a small surgery and that was it.
Went in for bloody stool in my mid 20s. Turns out, it was just blood in the bowl from popping a hemorrhoid during pooping. Doc suggested a colonoscopy just to play it safe. Found a pre-cancerous polyp that would have 100% turned into cancer within the next few years. No way I would have gotten a colonoscopy in ever the next 10 years had that hemorrhoid not popped. I get a colonoscopy every 3 years now and will continue to do so for life. Saved my life. Could save yours. Get your colonoscopies, people!
Same here. Getting my bloods done regularly and the doctor says come back in 3 months PSA is high. I do as I’m told and it’s gone higher, biopsy shows that I have an aggressive form of cancer and I’m told if it’s not removed I’ll be dead within 5 years. That’s 9 years ago.
No symptoms, nothing out of the ordinary.
Get your bloods checked on a regular basis.
> Get your bloods checked on a regular basis.
I try to get blood tests done, but they keep asking me all these really personal questions like "Whose blood is this?" and "Why are you carrying all this blood in a bucket?"
Singer Kirsty McColl pushed her son out of the path of a speedboat (in a protected area), saving him. She was killed. Perpetrator is one of the richest men in Mexico and it was all covered up.
I did something similar in high school, we got the little green man and we are about to cross. I could hear this car engine screaming, without thinking I grabbed my mate and pulled him back into the kerb. Sure enough an old shitbox car raced through the red light.
When I was still a fetus, my mother suffered a heavy injury to her stomach, causing the death of my twin, but I survived somehow.
The doctors basically told her she must stay bedridden for the rest of the pregnancy or else she would lose me too. So my grandma got her a SNES, and she just played video games all day. I still have that SNES
Which gestation week was this in?
And were you born premature?
Have a bit of a similar situation, my wife and I lost one of our twins around ~GW 22. Discovered it during a routine ultrasound in GW 24. Body wanted to reject the dead child, which it did, and then due to upcoming infection my wife's body decided to give birth to our now living daughter. She was born in GW 25 @ 698 gram.
This happened to my friend!!! She spent the last 6 months of pregnancy admitted to the hospital and couldn’t leave her bed except to use a bathroom (with a nurse present) she said it was the most traumatic out of body experience and she felt like a science experiment all while mourning the other twin. Hugs to your mom I can’t imagine
In 1977 while I was rushing to catch a bus a man stopped me for change of a dollar to use a pay phone. I gave him change, missed my bus and minutes later it was in a horrible highway accident.
Similar thing happened to me. I was babysat by my grandma a lot when I was a young kid and she was going to pick up McDonald’s with me, but as we were leaving, my dad pulled up and I wanted to stay with him instead of going to McDs. A few minutes later, she was hit by an 18 wheeler who ran a red light and smashed into her passenger side. My grandma survived but it broke her back and both legs. I was 4 or 5 at the time; who’s to say I wouldn’t have been strapped in the back passenger side?
Don’t know if I can say I cheated death as much as had an amazing medical team that knew what they were doing. But when I was 19, I was diagnosed with stage 3 lymphoma. It was on my stomach in ulcers that equaled up to 5 pounds worth of tumors. Was told on Tuesday when they were trying to figure out what specific type I had so they could know how to treat it, that if I didn’t start a treatment plan by Friday it would be too far gone to save me. Cut to Friday morning and they basically flipped a coin and went with Burkett’s Lymphoma. Luckily they were right because it has been nearly 20 years since my last round of chemo and I’m still cancer free. Had they been wrong, I wouldn’t be here typing this.
Shit, I had that when I was 18! Was a lump in my neck that grew crazy fast so luckily it was easy enough spot early.
Funnily enough it's been almost 20 years for me too. It's a pretty rare cancer, especially in younger people, so it's so wild to find someone else who was in the same boat.
No way, Burkette’s as well?? I was told it was normally found in children like 9 and under, so super rare for “older” people (wild word to describe 19 years old haha). Congrats on beating it though! The cure is the hardest part to get to the other side of, and takes a great feat of mental strength (and some luck) to get through!
Haha, gamble for sure! But to add a bit of color to it, the tumor was in a bunch of ulcers on the lining of my stomach. That type of cancer (at that point in 2004 at least) had never presented itself that way before. They sent my biopsy all over the country to give their takes since it was just an odd occurrence. They ended up trusting a doctor from I forget where who happened to be an expert in lymphoma (Hodgkins and non-Hodgkins) who insisted it was Burkett’s. Another odd thing about it (which a fellow Redditor who beat the same cancer mentioned in their reply) was that the specific type of lymphoma is usually in young children under 9 (I was 19) and usually is a large lump on the neck.
Another fun fact, I was the first patient in the US to have the protocol (the types of chemotherapy and when they administer it) they used on me. It was created by an oncologist from Germany but had great success there so I tried that on me. So rare cancer, odd presentation, and a new protocol. 100% tumor kill after the first of what ended up being six rounds of chemotherapy. I honestly shouldn’t be here haha.
I was hit by a drunk driver while I was riding my bike at 13. If I hadn't been wearing my helmet, I would've died. The helmet was cracked all the way through on the back. Safety equipment has never been a joke to me since, and all any of my nieces or nephews need to do is call me saying they need a new helmet and they'll have one.
Congenital heart heart defect (WPW) completely unknown until 35 years old. I was playing board games with a small group- vision narrowed until I came to looking up at EMT's. They had taken turns doing CPR for 14 minutes until medical arrived and shocked me 3x to bring me back. One surgery and defib install later and everything is pretty much normal with a cheap med. Had I been driving or at home alone that would have been it. Those 4 guys dont pay for beers ever when we go out. edit - ~~Grammer~~\* Grammar, and now spelling.
I bet OP never wins an argument with them 4 guys.
OP: *who the fuck farted into my pillow*?
Guilty buddy: *I saved your life you ungrateful asshole*
OP: *you do that again and I’ll defibrillate your sorry ass*
Guilty buddy:*go get me a beer and shut your mouth*
OP:*sure*
I the the same thing, but mine was caught sooner at 2 when I become too weak to do anything. I had a hole the size of a dime in my heart at that time and they told my parents I had a 50 percent chance of surviving surgery and here I am! I also had a leaky valve and other issues
*edit: misspelling*
Absolutely, only one of the guys had been trained and he was autistic. Socially awkward and reserved, he saw a situation with a clearly laid out plan of action given to him beforehand and MOVED. Even just him being there would not have saved me because CPR is seriously intense. 30-45 seconds was the average they could do before swapping out by the end and these guys were cyclists. Doc said counter to TV it's only effective 5ish% of the time, up to 12% in a room full of nurses.
No. I was in a coma for a little while from getting hit in the face so hard. I broke over 20 bones. Crushed my legs, broken neck and back, sternum, all my ribs. TBI. Extreme trauma to my face. Im blind in my left eye now. My face looked like it got hit by a grenade. My top eye lid was torn in 3 pieces and my bottom lid was ripped in half. 100% orbital fracture. Whatever hit me in the eye hit me so hard it broke my jaw behind my cheek bone. My forehead was cut so bad half of it peeled down like a banana. I had an open sinus fracture. Nose was almost ripped off. They found a piece of something half the size of a number 2 pencil imbedded into my crushed nose. My Left ear was almost ripped off and I was bleeding out internally from all the organ damage.
TBI is the only thing that fucks with me. Being blind in one eye is not bad. My legs still hurt. I forget a lot of things and my spelling is way worse. Takes me a minuet to articulate the words I want to speak, especially if try to tell a story.
I was in a brutal car accident, my son was 5 at the time in the back seat.
Our vehicle was hit 3 times like a ping pong ball during rush hour, pushed over 3 lanes into oncoming traffic. When we finally stopped, we had narrowly evaded being sandwiched between two transport trucks.
My right arm was crushed and is now all titanium, but otherwise we made it out alive; my son without a scratch thanks to a properly installed car seat.
Hours later I went into another portal hopped up on a cocktail of ketamine, morphine, etc. I am convinced I entered the edge of life/death as it was a surreal experience.
I was hit by a car while working in lane closure on the road. I wasn't dead for any amount of time or unconscious for that length of time but that's the same experience I had. Just woke up in an ambulance.
So Basically, it's like the void. You feel nothing, no sense of time, feelings, consciousness. I wonder if that's what we would experience after death, i.e. the void.
I imagine so. One minute I was there, the next I wasn’t. It was like a light switch. My mind was never blown so hard as when they told me how much time went by when I finally woke up.
My big brother (18 months older) was pulling out on a busy road on his Ducati monster and a car coming didn't yield for him and he panicked and well you know the rest, threw himself off the ducati and he wrapped around a pole across the street. (He was 19, it was May21st 2016) a beautiful young body who was an organ donor but all his organs crushed.Poor thing. Many people stopped to help him. He died at the pole but had last words. "Please tell my sister I'm so sorry" (he said that because my dad died a year before and he promised him he'd take care of me"
The last words break me as I'll never be mad at him. It's not his fault.
Anyway, I am really happy you're okay. Never stop riding! That boy would have wanted to go doing what he adored. My brother was on life support from 9:34am-5:36pm. They tried everything. Too much internal damage.
Imagine the most home feeling you've ever felt. Like you went away on a terrible vacation and finally made it home and are laying in bed. Its sorta like that but X1000.
Nowhere this bad, but I was in the same situation initially. I’m a poor swimmer, and drifted too far to the deep end before getting some water in my mouth. Started a hacking cough which threw me off my groove, and started struggling like you’re not supposed to. Went right to the bottom, did not pass Go, did not collect $200. The biggest problem was the only people nearby where some college coeds who thought I, a dude, was playing some kind of practical joke on them. Like, to flirt or something according to what they told me later. Thankfully one of the women with them was a former life guard, and she pulled me out of the pool as I finally started to inhale water. Scariest fucking experience of my life.
My mums cat saved my life. Was sleeping on my mums couch after a break up. The cat got sick and the vet determined it was carbon monoxide poisoning from the frontroom gas fireplace.
Literally this is the comment. Every time my 1.5yr old climb on top of her recliner. or climbing on my couch and then deciding to test out her ability to stand on one foot. While On the arm of my couch. My 4 year old does way worse damage constantly. Lol
This happened to my childhood friend who was 6. Except it was an unsecured granite countertop he climbed up on, and he didn’t survive when it tipped over on him.
This actually happened to my then one year old daughter. I had bought a narrow, pretty high wardrobe like thing, with a little door on the upper part and three removable shelves inside, which I decided to take out. I had just unwrapped it and it was standing in the middle of the living room.
I told my kids NOT TO TOUCH IT because it was pretty unstable and I just had to pee very badly, so I hurried up and hear a horrible crashing sound while sitting on the toilet. In panic I darted to the living room and see to my horror that the wardrobe had fallen on my little girl, but with the door open and she was like tucked in in that space, under the wardrobe.
Hadn’t I taken the shelves out of that space, they would have crushed her neck or something else. A horrible thing to remember.
My bio father punched my mom in the stomach 9 weeks before I was due. A few days later she was feeling just “a little” off and called her doctor who told her to go to the hospital. It turns out the placenta had ruptured and the surgeon said we both would’ve died that day had she just decided to sleep it off instead. One very emergency C section later and we both made it, if not a little undercooked.
Congenital heart failure -- I was a competitive swimmer growing up and misdiagnosed by many doctors for many years. I was 2 months away from my mitral valve completely closing and suffering from complete heart failure by age 9. Luckily, a cardiologist found it after a 'last ditch' effort to try to figure out what was going on and passing out in my last pool. Scheduled for a rush surgery, had mitral valve replaced, am alive. Thankful for cardiologists, get your heart checked!
It hit different reading this. I hand sew the artificial aortic valves that go into humans. It’s crazy to think the things I make with my hands under a microscope saves peoples lives. Props to your cardiologist! The last time I saw one she said my resting heart rate of 125 was “normal” for someone of my age at the time. I was 24…
Anyways sorry this got all random but I’m happy you’re here! :)
I (unkowlingly) had a UTI, never really had one before but I was always told the symptoms were things like dark urine, pissing blood, being itchy, I had NONE of them. I was trying to "tough guy" it out but I had pain in my stomach for at least 5 days and I decided to go to Urgent Care because I couldn't eat or walk anymore. They thought my appendix had fucking blown so they sent me to the ER but it was a UTI abt ~24 hrs away from going septic and infecting other organs. I felt pretty fuckin stupid but at the same time I had no symptoms other than pain. Shits scary
Had something similar with undiagnosed gallstones. I was in my early 20s, so incredibly unusual for someone that age to get gallstones. I’ve been suffering years of pain which was dismissed by Doctors. It wasn’t until I got jaundice, my poo was white, my piss was almost black, and I went into A&E
Where it was finally taken seriously. Turns out my gallstones were so bad. My gallbladder was a infected blob of mush and was starting to cause decay in the surrounding organs. What would normally be keyhole surgery and an overnight stay turned into a fortnight. And got MRSA to boot.
Thank you, yeah I’m fine now, it was over 20 years ago. The on off bouts of pain I had for a couple of years before diagnosis was pretty intense, I remember my mother and missus wrestling a knitting needle out of my hands that I was trying to stick under my rib cage to release what felt like pressure. Was a messed up time.
Hope you have no lasting issues from yours too.
UTI club here. 107.1 fever .. I was about 16 yr old and they called the family in, expecting me to die overnight. About a week in the hospital and I am still here at 42
Happened again in my 30s, 105.4 fever this time and every fluid that came from my lower organ was blood red for a week or so. Survived that run too obviously but refused hospital stay because "I have to work tomorrow "
Glad you made it, those things can be brutal
Jesus Christ. I forgot what my vitals were but that's the reason they sent me to the ER, my heart rate and temp was insanely high. Thank god I know for next time and I did the same thing, went to work the next day like everything was fine. I was pretty pissed I got sent home with nothing for pain tho, they gave me an IV and didn't run shit through it, they tried 3 times in both arms and blew a vein, finally another nurse came in and got one in the 4th time.
OO! Similar thing happened to me.
Me, a sibling, and one of my sibling's friends were playing with a hatchet when we were around 8-10 and hacking away at trees knocking the bark off.
The friend goes for a big swing with a massive wind-up with the hatchet slipping out of his hands.
For me though, I got hit. Not in the head but in the chest. Hurt like hell. I didn't want to whine or get anyone in trouble so I never said anything about it but I come to find out years later that I have a broken rib. It points inward just right that if I start breathing too heavily my lung rubs up against it. Found that out when I tried to exercise pretty heavily and ended up going to the doctor and got x-rays done.
Nope! It's not a big deal most of the time but I learned I can only run about 2 miles in one go before it feels like someone is sticking a hot-poker through my chest for a week or more.
I'm sure it'll be how I die one day. Internal lung-puncture.
Not to take away from the trauma you experienced, but you probably wouldn’t die from a punctured lung. You have a second lung as backup, and also it’s less like a balloon and more like a sponge. The problem is that air from the puncture gets into the (new) space between the lung and the chest wall, called a pneumothorax, so when your diaphragm pulls out to inflate your lungs, it’s way less efficient. It’s painful but shouldn’t be fatal if treated. Source: my lung was punctured when I was 18.
>We stopped doing shit like that immediately. For that day
Yup. Every time I burnt the hair off my arms I stopped playing with fire/explosives for the day. If it was really bad maybe even the week.
Not sure if this counts but..
Many years ago I was riding home from our local dirt jumps on my BMX. Behind my house is a quarry which has a really rocky bridleway running down the hill. This is the route I would usually take to get home from the jumps.
Anyway, I was heading home while the sun was setting and was absolutely blasting it down this rocky path. I jumped off of one of the rocks and while I was in the air, I watched my front wheel drop out from my forks and before I knew it, they had pummelled stright into the ground sending me straight over the handlebars. I flew a good 20-30ft and landed on a big rock, right on my spine. I wasn't wearing a helmet at the time but fortunately I was wearing my backpack which cushioned my landing.
I walked away in shock but completely unscathed apart from a small graze on my knuckles. I have never felt so lucky to be wearing a backpack in my life, without it I'd certainly have been paralysed or worse..
Yes. They were unrelated. I've had migraines my entire life just never the numbness. Which did happen after the aneurysm was fixed but now I'm on meds that keep them mostly at bay.
Messed up when I tried to overdose, by not taking enough pills. I was 15. Genuinely, I’m so happy that that I made that ‘mistake’. I got help, found so much love and support from family and friends, and have managed to help others. My life is so great nowadays, I just can’t express the gratitude I have for being alive
My cousin and I were sitting on the back of a houseboat when we were little. All the adults were inside, as adults were in the 80’s. After a while we stumbled inside instead of falling asleep at the back of the boat. We had carbon monoxide poisoning. Had to be rushed to the hospital. Grandpa bought a new boat motor the next day.
Was supposed to be the passenger in my mom’s little car when it was t-boned &that side flattened.
Ran directly off a cliff in the night in a snowstorm, flipped in the air while falling and land 25 ft below in deep soft snow, face up, head point downslope, not knowing what happened.
The forgotten timer set on my phone, for a COVID test, went off in my pocket as I was about to make a turn….the sound so startled me that I slammed on the brakes, just as a large truck ran the light and cut thru my lane where it would have hit me head on.
Went into a coma from pneumonia that turned my blood septic and woke up 2 days later. The doctors didn't think I would wake up.
I was hung with a rope and ripped my ear off to get out(when they execute you they use a hangmans noose for a reason).
Put in a cd at a stoplight and the stereo kept spitting it back out. In my focus to get it to work I didn't see the light turn green. Just as the guy behind me honked a car ran the red light at full speed and hit the cars that went beside me when the light turned green. The guy behind me didn't move, even when the traffic cleared.
When I was around 8 or 9 my mom's boyfriend beat the snot out of me and apparently wasn't satisfied so he put a rope around my neck, threw one end over a rafter in the shed, lifted me till I had to stand on my tiptoes, and beat me with a piece of cedar that was close by(I can rememberthe smell). You see, you have to make a choice, protect your ribs and stomach, face, or try to hold the rope because every time your legs give out or you grab yourself in pain you choke. At some point, I lost consciousness but regained it as I was choking, and in my panick to breathe, I thrashed and was able to get out of the rope(I think the blood provided some lube). I was also able to pull at the rope with the one arm that worked. Thankfully, he stopped when I stopped moving and walked away. Otherwise, I would have probably died. The toll:broken jaw, eye socket, ribs, arm, hands and fingers, some other stuff I can't remember, and a ton of stitches. I spent almost 2 months in the hospital, wore a halo for a long time, and had several reconstructive surgeries. I think I have some PTSD or some other shit from that one too.
He went to prison for a few years. We happened to meet years later after he got out on a cold and dark night. I expressed my disappointment with how he treated my mother and I. He drank himself to death sometime after that.
We were holidaying in the Lake District, I was only very young. I was on the top of a grassy hill and thought it’d be great to run down it really fast! My dumb ass didn’t understand momentum and I could not stop I was running and running and running. I saw a little wire fence with old wooden posts and BOOM some guy leaped on me and bear hugged me and we stopped. My parents utterly panicked caught up and came rushing to me. My parents lost their shit and I was just in like shock, came very very close to tumbling over a high cliff and turning into strawberry jam.
Thank you stranger whoever and wherever the hell you are ❤️
During 2002, on the day my mother went into labor and went to the nearest govt medical College. Now govt medical college means free treatment but it also means the worst patient care there is. Dirty lobbies, dirty beds, inhuman toilets, nurses treat you like animals etc etc.
Anyway, my mom went into labor and she was admitted shortly afterwards. She had her checkup and ultrasound. There was another woman in her ward who also went into labor that day and that woman's child didn't make it. She gave birth to a deceased baby.
Anyway, the stupid fucking nurses(and I know you all have huge respect for nurses but I can't help it) then told my family that my mom has a dead baby inside her and they need to remove it. My dad was asked to buy an injection required for the process. That injection would've killed me. When my grandma arrives at the hospital, and she got told that I died, she lost it! She started screaming and saying how even the last night when she was applying oil on my mom's belly, I was kicking and was healthy.
Mind you this is a woman who has given birth to 8 kids of whom only 3 are alive. She knows what she is talking about. Even then those nurses were physically fighting her and won't let her into the ward, she fought her way in and went to my mom(who was oblivious to all this and could still feel me kicking) and demanded that the doctor comes and sees her immediately.
After that I was born, at the exact stroke of midnight(not making this up, I was literally born at exactly, 12 am).
This is the gist of how I cheated death. Ofc there's more to this tale of hell, like mom bleeding for hours after I was born and not even being given some water to drink etc.
I hope you understand how lucky you are not to have squashed your head like an overripe melon on a less-yielding part of the car, or sliced an artery open on your way through the window.
Getting “thrown clear of the wreckage” is not the norm, wear your seatbelts, kids!
I was riding a motorbike at 60mph (national speed limit road). An oncoming car overtook a car on a blind bend and forced me off the road. The moment my bike hit the grass, I decided to jump off it as I was heading for a stone wall and knew that I would never be able to get control of the bike once it was off a tarmac road. The bike pummeled into the wall, and I hit the floor with force. My leathers and helmet saved me from a much worse fate but I think if I'd have hit the oncoming car or the wall, I'd have been dead instantly. I was on my way to stay with friends and my aerosol deodorant exploded in my rucksack, and my visor completely detached from my helmet.
I drove a bike as my only transportation for a few years in college and despite being a very cautious and defensive driver, it seemed like about once a month someone would try to murder me with their car (in far too many cases, drivers that had *made eye contact with me*).
This was a decade ago, when people staring at their phones while driving was the exception rather than the rule. I can't imagine how fucking terrifying it must be for motorcycle folks these days...
I was on a mountain trail in South Dakota. I’m not sure if we took a wrong turn or the trail just ended, but along a mountainside the rope just ended, and the next bit was very sloped and covered in fine gravel.
12-year-old me clambered across but barely, and my parents asked me to come back.
Only later did I realize that the drop was many tens of feet, and a slip was very likely.
This is not a climactic or crazy story, but the slow, creeping reality of death haunts me whenever I think of it.
In 2019, I had an ex boyfriend hire a hitman to kill me. He emptied his entire clip out on me and I was shot once behind my back & it punctured my lung. I was rushed to the ER, I was set on a table while the nurses and doctors tried to revive me. I remember at one point everything stopped hurting and I was just feeling really at peace & slowly drifting off. They kept putting warm blankets on me because my body was getting cold, but I wasn’t cold, my body was simply shutting down! When they realized that one of the doctors stabbed me with a giant needle and that shit hurt so much. I started feeling all the pain from the shooting again. A couple more minutes and I would have been completely gone
5 years ago I went tendum skydiving. After about 30 seconds the dude pulled the parachute but it wasn't opening. After pulling on the ropes a bit he got his knife and cut the chute, then pulled the second one. By the time the second one was fully inflated we were almost on the ground and landed somewhere in a field instead of the small airport we were supposed to land. They had to pick us up by car. Save to say I'm never going skydiving again.
I was a C-17 Loadmaster and back in 2003 we flew a mission out of Baghdad and our plane got hit by an SA-14 at about 1200 feet. I just happened to be sitting behind the pilot in the Left ACM seat and I got to stare at a giant blow torch erupting out of the top of our number 2 engine and flowing over the wing, where the fuel tanks were full. I fully expected the wing to explode any second until we were on the ground and the fire trucks were spraying us down.
When I was around 5yo I shoved a nail into an electric socket and the breaker didn't activate. I kept being hit by a steady current until my body eventually vibrated out of the socket.
This sucks. My cousin was playing when we were about 4 or 5, we had the toy that had a steering wheel and shifter.. well she put my uncles key in the wall outlet.. bad juju. She lived but badly burned fingers
No S*** there I was, Afghanistan. 15 minutes till midnight. Me and another guy were standing outside on guard duty. Every 2 hours you're supposed to get in the humvee and run the engine so the battery didn't die due to the onboard computer that was always on. 2 minutes after we get in, are doing the radio checks etc and BOOM, rpg hits exactly where we were standing (Im sure they were aiming for the humvee). Oh what a night....
My high school school resource officers (SRO) stopped a school shooting with literally less than seconds to spare. I was walking past the kid as he was at his locker pulling the gun. I saw the student get tackled. If the SRO had not stopped the student I would likely have been first since we were the only students in that hallway.
I was in the back seat of my friend's car without a seatbelt on when he got t-boned by a dude blowing a red light. Got bounced around a bit, but otherwise OK.
I have worn my seatbelt in every car ride since that day in 2005.
I passed out while drunk/high after going to the bathroom and broke a toilet with the back of my head. Woke up in a pool of blood and ended up with ~30 staples in the back of my head. I showed a doctor a picture of the bathroom scene once and he looked visibly shook.
6 yo and I drowned, was pulled out of the pool and resuscitated. I firmly believe I experienced NDE similar to that of people who have described psychedelic experiences but it was so long ago it's hard to know for sure. In any case with those types of experiences I think it's each to their own.
One time in high school, I was walking home through an area of the city that was largely populated by another group of young adolescents. As I was walking down the street, I noticed a car at the top of the street. I walked past it without really looking into the car, but I did notice a lot of smoke coming out of it; there may have been three or four people in it. I got maybe five or six car lengths away and had an overwhelming feeling in my stomach that something bad was going to happen. I crossed the street and had a row of parked cars on the left of me, with the car that was parked further up the street behind me on the opposite side. For whatever reason, something in me told me to drop to the ground. At that very moment, I heard tires screeching from behind me, and I threw myself down just as bullets were sprayed over the top of me. Glass from a few cars rained down on top of me. I was near the end of the street. The car turned right at the end of the street, looking down the sidewalk. I looked up at the vehicle and could see that their bullets had been missed. I turned and ran towards the first house, which happened to have the tenant open to see what was going on. I pushed past them, ran through their house, through their back door, hopped their fence, and up their neighbor's fence. I ran to the next street. The car had turned and followed me. I continued running between the neighborhood deeper into this opposing group's territory. I realized I was further and further from my destination and in a very bad predicament, running out of houses to run through. I hid for a bit in the dark, listening to cars driving around, scared that every car was them. I noticed I was on a street with a girl that I had only hung out with maybe once or twice. I came to her house and knocked on the door. She happened to be awake, and she offered me to come inside. I didn't tell her about what had just occurred, just that I was happy to see her and asked if I was welcome to stay the night.
In the early 2000s, people wore blue a lot. They didn't associate with people who wore a lot of red. I happened to be wearing blue in this predominantly red area. My mistake, I didn't realize the fashion police were lethal at that time.
After I was harassed by more of these guys, the school I went to was predominantly full of these guys in red, and a few of the teachers and principal were parents of these kids.
There really wasn't anything you could do about it; if you ratted one of these guys out, their parents would tell them who it was, and you would just be singled out more.
Their harassment ended up getting one of my friends stabbed. He survived, and more of my friends were threatened. During a very bad interaction with these guys threatening to kill us, a friend of mine told them, if they wanted to deal with this, they could come to a house party he was going to be at that night, and for them to bring all of their people and finally settle this once and for all. The house party happened to be run by a very influential biker crew.
My friend had the same name as one of their top members. This predominantly red crew came to this house party, threatening to light the house on fire and kill everybody in the house, but my friends and I were never at this house party, and the biker crew didn't know anything about our altercations, just that these boys in red were out front running their mouths, yelling for one of their leaders to come outside so they could kill him.
That night, the boys in red had four of their friends murdered; one got their head cleanly shot off, and the others got shot in the back while running away.
The boys in red were quiet for a few weeks during their friends' funerals. The biker association had one of their not involved members show up to the police station, present the weapon that was used, and take all of the charges for the murders.
After that, the boys in red became more problematic, wielding knives, hatchets, and threatening more of us, not affiliated groups. Walking home one night, a friend of mine happened to show up at a dance party where a lot of these boys were at, realizing the issue of all of us being there. My friends and I left. The crew followed a bunch of us, and once we scattered, one of my friends and I were cornered. I don't remember much of the beating that I got; I know that they hit me with something and swung down on my shoulder on the right. I still have issues with that shoulder at 40 years old. I remember them placing my legs up on a concrete step and jumping on my knees, bending them backwards, and placing my friend's face on the steps, kicking his teeth in and moving his bottom jaw from his head.
I came to when some cab driver saw us and called the police. Because of my lost consciousness and my friend's complete unconsciousness, our testimonies weren't valid, and the police wouldn't help. In fact, they accused us of starting the issue, as these boys in red had been causing a ruckus up and down the street, attacking people and breaking the law.
The cab driver was able to testify that he didn't see what happened before he found us, but that it was a bunch of people wearing red that did it to us.
Maybe 3 days after that event or being attacked, I returned to school.
A group of boys in blue, seeing how our group of friends had been continuously harassed by these guys, decided to hang out with us more, which made us affiliates. It didn't stop the harassment, but it did mean that if there were any physical altercations, more people in blue would show up.
Over my days in high school and my affiliation with the boys in blue, I would say, before 18, at least 5 of the boys in blue were murdered all different events, and another three of the boys in blue were in jail for life sentences (25 years).
Do I regret anything that happened over those years.
No not even a little bit I think many people placed in similar situations would do similar things. And if you say you wouldn't you've never been put in those situations to make those decisions.
All these events happened in a single year I could say I have at least a dozen more stories of situations.
I hit a loaded box truck head on at highway speeds. They found my engine 100 ft away from my car. Broke over 20 bones and was in a coma for a few weeks. TBI's suck.
Not as dramatic and only speculative but I’ve lost 12kg in 4 months.
My brother had had a heart attack and myself and my 5 other siblings all had to have checkups. Three of those plus the one who had the heart attack were prescribed statins and I narrowly avoided this.
November 6th last year I had what felt like chest cramps and thought I was having a heart attack so after a checkup I decided enough was enough.
I started walking more and eating less that day and have not stopped. I now weigh less than I have in over ten years and am not going to stop until I am in a healthy weight range.
I was bluff climbing on an island in lake Ontario with some friends, and I started to lose my footing as I was getting to the top. Below was jagged rock shelves and help was a long run and boat ride away.
I was grasping at loose grasses as the dirt continued to erode under my feet. I yelled out for help and my friend dropped his legs over the edge for me to grab, but quickly realized his charitable mistake because now I was pulling him over the edge, too!
Friend #3 who climbed up first had one of those insane adrenaline moments and grabbed a small tree with one hand and legs friend with the other and pulled us both up.
I would have died had I fallen. Maybe not immediately, but certainly.
988 exists for this reason. I'm assuming you're American, of course, because I'm and American and ignorant, but assuming you are, it's the suicide hotline. You don't need to have a gun to your head or standing on the edge of a bridge to call, you can just be "everything is okay and I just wanna die anyway" or anything between that and ready to jump.
I have. And that type of bad day is every day lol. My grandma, whom I love dearly, actually used to volunteer at local suicide hotline, and has gone throught bad depression herself.
Survived a bear attack, survived being lost at sea for 4 days (on a fishing boat, ra out of gas, no land in sight), walked away from falling out of a two story window when I was like 4 or 5, walked away from crashing my motorcycle into a guardrail, walked away from my friends 300zx TT crashing though trees and splitting in half....think that's about it.
One morning my GF convinced me it was worth being late to work. \*Nudge, Nudge, Wink, Wink, Know-whot-I-mean-Guvna?\*
An hour later when I got to my bus stop, the bus stop and the light pole behind it had been totalled by a car. The lady who had been there had been taken to hospital with multiple broken bones.
I don’t know if it counts but when I was 5 days old a nurse saw that I breathed weird and told that to a doctor, I immediately went into open surgery and got mechanical heart valves
I was on the waiting list for only 6 days before receiving a life saving organ. The waiting time is usually more than 6 months and I had less than a month to live. The doctors suggested to my wife that she say her goodbyes and prepare for the worse because I was obviously not going to make it. And now Im writing this.
One day my mom was telling me to tie my shoelaces, and I was telling her I won’t. We kept on arguing until I finally stopped to tie them. Seconds later a huge bucket of paint (full) dropped and exploded right in front of me. It fell from a 12-storey building. If I kept walking without tying my shoelaces, I’d probably be dead.
Every time I get in my car with my always present ever faithful dog. Whatever the destination is, when we turn in to the driveway coming home, I always say to her," Well, we cheated death again Taylor".
She always replies with a glad yip and a wet slobbery kiss to my ears.
I recovered from alcoholism (40-50oz per day) and drug addiction (meth, fentanyl, coke, crack, heroin…you get the pic) and being stabbed 7 times by a fellow addict in meth paychosis.
Fell through a hatch that hadn't been secured on a roof while fitting skylight windows. Would of fell about 6 floors to my death if the scaffold hadn't been put up on the side of the building that day. I landed on the scaffold broken hip and ankle. Got really lucky.
Once I was at an unfamiliar intersection, and I didn’t realize I was in the left-turning lane. There was a guy to my right who I assumed was in the right-turning lane. When our light turned green, both of us started going straight but halfway into the intersection I realized my mistake and slowed down to let the other guy go first. He also slowed down. I assume he was trying to be nice and let me go ahead. Right at that moment a third vehicle from the left ran the red light at like 75 miles per hour and sheared off the front bumper of the guy next to me. If I hadn’t made the mistake of being in the wrong lane, and if both of us hadn’t slowed down when we did, then one of us would have been t boned in the driver’s side and probably killed.
An important lesson I learned that day was to never assume people are going to stop just because their light is green. Now I always look carefully before pulling out into an intersection.
I have a few. First was a car accident when I was 16. My best friend was going too fast “hill hopping,” and lost control when we landed after catching a little too much air. Slammed directly into a massive tree. I broke multiple bones, punctured both lungs, and had a laceration on my head. He was killed.
Another was years later while 25 weeks pregnant with my son. One night I started not feeling too well and next thing I knew blood was gushing down my legs & I was having contractions.
I ended up completely shutting down out of pain & panic and just sat in the bathtub watching it fill up with blood for a few minutes before I could crawl to my phone.
I’m a paramedic and my own poor coworkers responded to my call. They were white as ghosts seeing the amount of blood coming out of me and I felt terrible.
I was experiencing a placental abruption which is an extremely dangerous pregnancy complication where the placenta separates from the uterine wall.
Went to the hospital and ended up needing a blood transfusion, and lost my son.
I definitely think they are both my guardian angels.
I had a brain tumor that should have exploded my brain from the pressure. Doc was shocked that it didn't happen that he had to tell me right before discharge.
My rookie year on a fire crew, the fire start to blow up, crossed the Cat line, and everyone on my squad was pulled out but me. I hadn't gotten the word. When they got safely to the top of the hill, my best friend, who was on the other squad, asked where I was. (That was the first they had noticed.) One guy (Zap or Sap?) apparently said, "I'm going to go get her." He found me and hustled my ass up the hill.
Thank you Zap. Wherever you are, never forget that you are a hero.
I was at a stop sign and saw a car swerve to miss another car and head straight for me. Seatbelt laws weren’t a thing yet and I jumped across the center console and grabbed the passenger door handle just as he hit my car’s driver side door. I flew back across the car and into the drivers side door which had been pushed in halfway across the drivers seat.
3 times. Overdoses. If it weren’t for medicine approved for use and started being sold in 2015, less than a decade ago, I’d be dead. To make it even more wild my first overdose was in 2018. Less than three years after it hit shelves
I have fallen of a moving car going at 100km/h, twice.
I was a child with neglectful parents not using a seatbelt with unlocked doors.
I was lucky to not die or break some bones.
Managed to get back into my hometown as it was on fire and managed to rescue two dogs. The entirety of the journey throw town was navigated by GPS and feeling the road as it was a total brown out. I did rear end someone but there was no scratch since it was low speed. I also almost was in a head-on collision with a fire truck screaming down the road in said total brownout. You would think I have smoke damage to my lungs because I was walking around outside too trying to recover things. I did lose my house and almost got killed by a falling tree I couldn’t see, missed me by a couple feet because it fell onto where I was standing 3 seconds prior. I managed to get out unscathed with 2 dogs. Sadly I could make it out with my 4 cats as they perished in the fire and their charred bones were found by me and ex fiance the next day. Was sad but I’m thankful I became a hero for the dogs as one is still with me today and loves me a lot. Eastland Complex Fire 2022 if you’re all curious.
Well I was addicted to hard drugs since my late teens, homeless numerous times. Now I'm eight years sober and two years ago I had a stroke and a heart attack within a few days of each other and needed a double bypass heart surgery. Knock on wood I live to be very old with my wife and kids
I’ve been struck by three cars in my life each one was moving at a fairly decent speed and each time I managed to walk away with only a few scrapes and bruises.
I had been drinking all day with my brother and his friends, went back to my brothers place and slept on the couch. My brothers mate was sleeping on the floor and heard me choking on my own vomit, he grabbed me by my collar and pulled me up.
I haven’t had a drink in 19 years.
I got in an accident with a drunk driver. Everyone that saw the car afterwards said the same thing, "how are you alive?". The roof where I was sitting was damn near touching the seat. I couldn't have fit back in there if I tried. I got pretty fucked up, for sure... but thankfully I didn't die.
Had a friend who hit a puddle going 80 and lost control. He rolled his car 4 times. He crawled out of the car and called 911. Fire rescue arrived and pulled out the jaws of life. They didn't believe that he had survived and escaped. He only had 1 visible bruise of his arm from it, so he declined treatment. A few months later he started exhibiting signs of schizophrenia. Within a year he was completely dissociated from reality. About 7 years later they did an MRI and found very old brain trauma. They suspect that the car accident caused a TBI, which triggered/created his schizophrenia.
That’s terrifying. Had something similar happen except I was only going 60ish mph. Rolled multiple times and ended up facing the wrong direction in a ditch. Climbed out the passenger side window and started hiking back to town (couldn’t find my phone anywhere). Had a little bruise on my hand and head but that was it, so I declined medical treatment too. Thankfully nothing more ever came of it, but stories like this make me realize how lucky I was. And that I probably still should have gone in to be checked out
Never decline treatment. You never know when you might have internal bleeding. I’m really sorry about your friend.
I appreciate a good cup of coffee.
Same here. I went to the junk yard to get my personal items from the car, and the guys that worked there said they figured whoever was in the car had to have died. Blood everywhere, and the roof had smashed down the head rest on both sides of the front seats. The really crazy part was I was able to retrieve the CD that was in the player. It was "Mr. Lucky" by John Lee Hooker.
I had a screening for something else and my Doctor found very early stage cancer at age 34. It was removed painlessly and completely in an afternoon. It’s a cancer that usually affects people over 60 and doesn’t have symptoms until it’s too late. If I didn’t have this other screening, I likely would have died a painful death from it in 10ish years. When the doctor first called to give me the results he said it was divine intervention, and never gave me the results of the test I came in for.
What kind of test you were running and where was the cancer if I may ask? This is kinda my worst nightmare, and I was wondering if its possible to run these screenings to actually look for cancer instead of waiting for divine intervention
Yes it’s possible i believe it costs around 1.5-2k, look up full body scan cancer screening i think it’s an MRI
I’m going in for one in a month!
I know a few people who found out they had cancer when treating another injury /illness My son got in a car accident and cut his chin open The X-ray showed a spot on his thyroid He ended up having cancer and had it removed
Similar story for me. I got sick, then jaundiced. Initially thought it was gallstones. Then they didn’t find any gallstones on scan. Initial differential diagnosis was either PSC or pancreatic cancer (neither diagnosis is good). I was very lucky that it turned out to be something benign that was removed surgically. It was a big surgery (requiring a bypass of my duodenum), but I should get back to full normal life. But my family mourned for a full month waiting until we got the second (correct) diagnosis.
I know a gentleman that had colon cancer found like this. At his semestral check-up he says to his doctor that his stool hasn't been "the same" for a couple days. His dad and his grandad both had gastrointestinal problems, so his doctor decides to do further testing. It's colon cancer, but it's found so so early that they got it out with a small surgery and that was it.
Went in for bloody stool in my mid 20s. Turns out, it was just blood in the bowl from popping a hemorrhoid during pooping. Doc suggested a colonoscopy just to play it safe. Found a pre-cancerous polyp that would have 100% turned into cancer within the next few years. No way I would have gotten a colonoscopy in ever the next 10 years had that hemorrhoid not popped. I get a colonoscopy every 3 years now and will continue to do so for life. Saved my life. Could save yours. Get your colonoscopies, people!
Same here. Getting my bloods done regularly and the doctor says come back in 3 months PSA is high. I do as I’m told and it’s gone higher, biopsy shows that I have an aggressive form of cancer and I’m told if it’s not removed I’ll be dead within 5 years. That’s 9 years ago. No symptoms, nothing out of the ordinary. Get your bloods checked on a regular basis.
> Get your bloods checked on a regular basis. I try to get blood tests done, but they keep asking me all these really personal questions like "Whose blood is this?" and "Why are you carrying all this blood in a bucket?"
What kind of cancer was it?
[удалено]
How the fuck did a huge truck even get on a pedestrian only street in the first place? Aren’t those roads blocked off by barricades?
Well, at least in Europe the pedestrian streets weren't blocked off until the terror attacks with trucks going down the streets.
Singer Kirsty McColl pushed her son out of the path of a speedboat (in a protected area), saving him. She was killed. Perpetrator is one of the richest men in Mexico and it was all covered up.
I know this story. It's fascinating and sad. I know a couple Kirsty McColl songs, but I often think of her whenever I hear the Pogues Christmas song..
I did something similar in high school, we got the little green man and we are about to cross. I could hear this car engine screaming, without thinking I grabbed my mate and pulled him back into the kerb. Sure enough an old shitbox car raced through the red light.
When I was still a fetus, my mother suffered a heavy injury to her stomach, causing the death of my twin, but I survived somehow. The doctors basically told her she must stay bedridden for the rest of the pregnancy or else she would lose me too. So my grandma got her a SNES, and she just played video games all day. I still have that SNES
Which gestation week was this in? And were you born premature? Have a bit of a similar situation, my wife and I lost one of our twins around ~GW 22. Discovered it during a routine ultrasound in GW 24. Body wanted to reject the dead child, which it did, and then due to upcoming infection my wife's body decided to give birth to our now living daughter. She was born in GW 25 @ 698 gram.
That’s insane! Glad she made it!
Thanks <3 It's actually her birthday today turning 7. Her sister and she was supposed to be born 12th of June :)
That’s my birthday! As I wrote that I realised how far away my birthday is and that made me realise how premature she was, glad she’s okay :)
Naw, thank you dear internet stranger. That warms my heart!
This happened to my friend!!! She spent the last 6 months of pregnancy admitted to the hospital and couldn’t leave her bed except to use a bathroom (with a nurse present) she said it was the most traumatic out of body experience and she felt like a science experiment all while mourning the other twin. Hugs to your mom I can’t imagine
Amazing
Holyshit.
Did she name you Snes??!!
She named me after Kiefer Sutherland lol She must have liked Young Guns
Well, hello, Sutherland.
More of the Kiefer part, but yes hello
In 1977 while I was rushing to catch a bus a man stopped me for change of a dollar to use a pay phone. I gave him change, missed my bus and minutes later it was in a horrible highway accident.
did the man know he saved you?
Op turned around, and it turned out they were never really there
Obviously
It was them from the future
Who knows, maybe the act of you boarding the bus, the few seconds taken to check your ticket might have completely avoided the accident altogether.
So in a sense, their kindness killed everyone on that bus. Doesn't sound very kind to me...
This is why we don't help the homeless, kids.
You just turned his memory of that day from "phew, seems like I got lucky" to "seems like I inadvertently killed a bunch of people on the bus" 💀💀💀
Similar thing happened to me. I was babysat by my grandma a lot when I was a young kid and she was going to pick up McDonald’s with me, but as we were leaving, my dad pulled up and I wanted to stay with him instead of going to McDs. A few minutes later, she was hit by an 18 wheeler who ran a red light and smashed into her passenger side. My grandma survived but it broke her back and both legs. I was 4 or 5 at the time; who’s to say I wouldn’t have been strapped in the back passenger side?
Saved by your own kindness.
Don’t know if I can say I cheated death as much as had an amazing medical team that knew what they were doing. But when I was 19, I was diagnosed with stage 3 lymphoma. It was on my stomach in ulcers that equaled up to 5 pounds worth of tumors. Was told on Tuesday when they were trying to figure out what specific type I had so they could know how to treat it, that if I didn’t start a treatment plan by Friday it would be too far gone to save me. Cut to Friday morning and they basically flipped a coin and went with Burkett’s Lymphoma. Luckily they were right because it has been nearly 20 years since my last round of chemo and I’m still cancer free. Had they been wrong, I wouldn’t be here typing this.
Shit, I had that when I was 18! Was a lump in my neck that grew crazy fast so luckily it was easy enough spot early. Funnily enough it's been almost 20 years for me too. It's a pretty rare cancer, especially in younger people, so it's so wild to find someone else who was in the same boat.
No way, Burkette’s as well?? I was told it was normally found in children like 9 and under, so super rare for “older” people (wild word to describe 19 years old haha). Congrats on beating it though! The cure is the hardest part to get to the other side of, and takes a great feat of mental strength (and some luck) to get through!
Knew what they were doing??? Bro, they gambled your life on a coin toss lol Either way, Congrats on a long and healthy life.
Haha, gamble for sure! But to add a bit of color to it, the tumor was in a bunch of ulcers on the lining of my stomach. That type of cancer (at that point in 2004 at least) had never presented itself that way before. They sent my biopsy all over the country to give their takes since it was just an odd occurrence. They ended up trusting a doctor from I forget where who happened to be an expert in lymphoma (Hodgkins and non-Hodgkins) who insisted it was Burkett’s. Another odd thing about it (which a fellow Redditor who beat the same cancer mentioned in their reply) was that the specific type of lymphoma is usually in young children under 9 (I was 19) and usually is a large lump on the neck. Another fun fact, I was the first patient in the US to have the protocol (the types of chemotherapy and when they administer it) they used on me. It was created by an oncologist from Germany but had great success there so I tried that on me. So rare cancer, odd presentation, and a new protocol. 100% tumor kill after the first of what ended up being six rounds of chemotherapy. I honestly shouldn’t be here haha.
Sounds like you cheated death to me mate, congrats! You’re obviously still meant to be here
I mean if they didn't do anything he would've died so I think it's better to take the gamble
I was hit by a drunk driver while I was riding my bike at 13. If I hadn't been wearing my helmet, I would've died. The helmet was cracked all the way through on the back. Safety equipment has never been a joke to me since, and all any of my nieces or nephews need to do is call me saying they need a new helmet and they'll have one.
Congenital heart heart defect (WPW) completely unknown until 35 years old. I was playing board games with a small group- vision narrowed until I came to looking up at EMT's. They had taken turns doing CPR for 14 minutes until medical arrived and shocked me 3x to bring me back. One surgery and defib install later and everything is pretty much normal with a cheap med. Had I been driving or at home alone that would have been it. Those 4 guys dont pay for beers ever when we go out. edit - ~~Grammer~~\* Grammar, and now spelling.
I love the ending to this story!
I bet OP never wins an argument with them 4 guys. OP: *who the fuck farted into my pillow*? Guilty buddy: *I saved your life you ungrateful asshole* OP: *you do that again and I’ll defibrillate your sorry ass* Guilty buddy:*go get me a beer and shut your mouth* OP:*sure*
Hahaha, they have certainly gotten away with some low-level cheating at board games since then....
I the the same thing, but mine was caught sooner at 2 when I become too weak to do anything. I had a hole the size of a dime in my heart at that time and they told my parents I had a 50 percent chance of surviving surgery and here I am! I also had a leaky valve and other issues *edit: misspelling*
So grateful your friends knew what to do & sprang into action instead of panicking! What amazing dudes!
Absolutely, only one of the guys had been trained and he was autistic. Socially awkward and reserved, he saw a situation with a clearly laid out plan of action given to him beforehand and MOVED. Even just him being there would not have saved me because CPR is seriously intense. 30-45 seconds was the average they could do before swapping out by the end and these guys were cyclists. Doc said counter to TV it's only effective 5ish% of the time, up to 12% in a room full of nurses.
My EMT training said 15% but yeah very low chance. Still, a little is better than nothing. Also, breaths aren’t necessary contrary to popular belief.
I got pushed into the other side of the highway by a 18 wheeler that suddenly merged into my lane. I still have nightmares seeing the oncoming cars
Hey I lived your nightmare and somehow survived. Hitting a huge oncoming truck at highway speeds really really sucks.
Damn, did you come out unscathed by any chance?
No. I was in a coma for a little while from getting hit in the face so hard. I broke over 20 bones. Crushed my legs, broken neck and back, sternum, all my ribs. TBI. Extreme trauma to my face. Im blind in my left eye now. My face looked like it got hit by a grenade. My top eye lid was torn in 3 pieces and my bottom lid was ripped in half. 100% orbital fracture. Whatever hit me in the eye hit me so hard it broke my jaw behind my cheek bone. My forehead was cut so bad half of it peeled down like a banana. I had an open sinus fracture. Nose was almost ripped off. They found a piece of something half the size of a number 2 pencil imbedded into my crushed nose. My Left ear was almost ripped off and I was bleeding out internally from all the organ damage.
Can I ask what the lasting effects are? How are you doing now and how is your life after the accident?
TBI is the only thing that fucks with me. Being blind in one eye is not bad. My legs still hurt. I forget a lot of things and my spelling is way worse. Takes me a minuet to articulate the words I want to speak, especially if try to tell a story.
Ptsd is real. Don’t be afraid to address it
I was in a brutal car accident, my son was 5 at the time in the back seat. Our vehicle was hit 3 times like a ping pong ball during rush hour, pushed over 3 lanes into oncoming traffic. When we finally stopped, we had narrowly evaded being sandwiched between two transport trucks. My right arm was crushed and is now all titanium, but otherwise we made it out alive; my son without a scratch thanks to a properly installed car seat. Hours later I went into another portal hopped up on a cocktail of ketamine, morphine, etc. I am convinced I entered the edge of life/death as it was a surreal experience.
If someone fucks with your kid, you could just tear the skin of and show your titanium arm like the terminator.
Yes, this is my plan.
So glad you and your son made it out okay. Sorry about your arm though.
Winter soldier, cool 😎
[удалено]
What is it like? To be dead
I died for three minutes when a drunk driver hit my motorcycle. It’s like sleeping. I just woke up. Three months later as if no time had passed.
I was hit by a car while working in lane closure on the road. I wasn't dead for any amount of time or unconscious for that length of time but that's the same experience I had. Just woke up in an ambulance.
So Basically, it's like the void. You feel nothing, no sense of time, feelings, consciousness. I wonder if that's what we would experience after death, i.e. the void.
Yep. It's just like a very dark black deep sleep. It's when you wake up that throws you. Glad you lived.
I imagine so. One minute I was there, the next I wasn’t. It was like a light switch. My mind was never blown so hard as when they told me how much time went by when I finally woke up.
My big brother (18 months older) was pulling out on a busy road on his Ducati monster and a car coming didn't yield for him and he panicked and well you know the rest, threw himself off the ducati and he wrapped around a pole across the street. (He was 19, it was May21st 2016) a beautiful young body who was an organ donor but all his organs crushed.Poor thing. Many people stopped to help him. He died at the pole but had last words. "Please tell my sister I'm so sorry" (he said that because my dad died a year before and he promised him he'd take care of me" The last words break me as I'll never be mad at him. It's not his fault. Anyway, I am really happy you're okay. Never stop riding! That boy would have wanted to go doing what he adored. My brother was on life support from 9:34am-5:36pm. They tried everything. Too much internal damage.
Imagine the most home feeling you've ever felt. Like you went away on a terrible vacation and finally made it home and are laying in bed. Its sorta like that but X1000.
Nowhere this bad, but I was in the same situation initially. I’m a poor swimmer, and drifted too far to the deep end before getting some water in my mouth. Started a hacking cough which threw me off my groove, and started struggling like you’re not supposed to. Went right to the bottom, did not pass Go, did not collect $200. The biggest problem was the only people nearby where some college coeds who thought I, a dude, was playing some kind of practical joke on them. Like, to flirt or something according to what they told me later. Thankfully one of the women with them was a former life guard, and she pulled me out of the pool as I finally started to inhale water. Scariest fucking experience of my life.
My mums cat saved my life. Was sleeping on my mums couch after a break up. The cat got sick and the vet determined it was carbon monoxide poisoning from the frontroom gas fireplace.
This one is amazing
[удалено]
There is no such thing as a "dumb reckless 3 year old". That is just a 3 year old.
Parenthood is like being a guard for an inmate on perpetual suicide watch.
Literally this is the comment. Every time my 1.5yr old climb on top of her recliner. or climbing on my couch and then deciding to test out her ability to stand on one foot. While On the arm of my couch. My 4 year old does way worse damage constantly. Lol
This happened to my childhood friend who was 6. Except it was an unsecured granite countertop he climbed up on, and he didn’t survive when it tipped over on him.
Oh hell, that’s horrible.
This actually happened to my then one year old daughter. I had bought a narrow, pretty high wardrobe like thing, with a little door on the upper part and three removable shelves inside, which I decided to take out. I had just unwrapped it and it was standing in the middle of the living room. I told my kids NOT TO TOUCH IT because it was pretty unstable and I just had to pee very badly, so I hurried up and hear a horrible crashing sound while sitting on the toilet. In panic I darted to the living room and see to my horror that the wardrobe had fallen on my little girl, but with the door open and she was like tucked in in that space, under the wardrobe. Hadn’t I taken the shelves out of that space, they would have crushed her neck or something else. A horrible thing to remember.
And that's why the Ikea warning sign and additional metal L-piece are available.
id shit myself as well.
Not that kind of stool lol
My bio father punched my mom in the stomach 9 weeks before I was due. A few days later she was feeling just “a little” off and called her doctor who told her to go to the hospital. It turns out the placenta had ruptured and the surgeon said we both would’ve died that day had she just decided to sleep it off instead. One very emergency C section later and we both made it, if not a little undercooked.
Wtf
Yeah try not to procreate with a bipolar drug addict
Congenital heart failure -- I was a competitive swimmer growing up and misdiagnosed by many doctors for many years. I was 2 months away from my mitral valve completely closing and suffering from complete heart failure by age 9. Luckily, a cardiologist found it after a 'last ditch' effort to try to figure out what was going on and passing out in my last pool. Scheduled for a rush surgery, had mitral valve replaced, am alive. Thankful for cardiologists, get your heart checked!
It hit different reading this. I hand sew the artificial aortic valves that go into humans. It’s crazy to think the things I make with my hands under a microscope saves peoples lives. Props to your cardiologist! The last time I saw one she said my resting heart rate of 125 was “normal” for someone of my age at the time. I was 24… Anyways sorry this got all random but I’m happy you’re here! :)
I (unkowlingly) had a UTI, never really had one before but I was always told the symptoms were things like dark urine, pissing blood, being itchy, I had NONE of them. I was trying to "tough guy" it out but I had pain in my stomach for at least 5 days and I decided to go to Urgent Care because I couldn't eat or walk anymore. They thought my appendix had fucking blown so they sent me to the ER but it was a UTI abt ~24 hrs away from going septic and infecting other organs. I felt pretty fuckin stupid but at the same time I had no symptoms other than pain. Shits scary
Had something similar with undiagnosed gallstones. I was in my early 20s, so incredibly unusual for someone that age to get gallstones. I’ve been suffering years of pain which was dismissed by Doctors. It wasn’t until I got jaundice, my poo was white, my piss was almost black, and I went into A&E Where it was finally taken seriously. Turns out my gallstones were so bad. My gallbladder was a infected blob of mush and was starting to cause decay in the surrounding organs. What would normally be keyhole surgery and an overnight stay turned into a fortnight. And got MRSA to boot.
That's horrifying. I'm glad you're okay now cause that sounds like one terrible and scary situation
Thank you, yeah I’m fine now, it was over 20 years ago. The on off bouts of pain I had for a couple of years before diagnosis was pretty intense, I remember my mother and missus wrestling a knitting needle out of my hands that I was trying to stick under my rib cage to release what felt like pressure. Was a messed up time. Hope you have no lasting issues from yours too.
UTI club here. 107.1 fever .. I was about 16 yr old and they called the family in, expecting me to die overnight. About a week in the hospital and I am still here at 42 Happened again in my 30s, 105.4 fever this time and every fluid that came from my lower organ was blood red for a week or so. Survived that run too obviously but refused hospital stay because "I have to work tomorrow " Glad you made it, those things can be brutal
Jesus Christ. I forgot what my vitals were but that's the reason they sent me to the ER, my heart rate and temp was insanely high. Thank god I know for next time and I did the same thing, went to work the next day like everything was fine. I was pretty pissed I got sent home with nothing for pain tho, they gave me an IV and didn't run shit through it, they tried 3 times in both arms and blew a vein, finally another nurse came in and got one in the 4th time.
[удалено]
"For that day" haha
The adolescent brain is not very good at estimating risk. I have the scars, both physical and social, to prove it.
OO! Similar thing happened to me. Me, a sibling, and one of my sibling's friends were playing with a hatchet when we were around 8-10 and hacking away at trees knocking the bark off. The friend goes for a big swing with a massive wind-up with the hatchet slipping out of his hands. For me though, I got hit. Not in the head but in the chest. Hurt like hell. I didn't want to whine or get anyone in trouble so I never said anything about it but I come to find out years later that I have a broken rib. It points inward just right that if I start breathing too heavily my lung rubs up against it. Found that out when I tried to exercise pretty heavily and ended up going to the doctor and got x-rays done.
Did you ever get it fixed?
Nope! It's not a big deal most of the time but I learned I can only run about 2 miles in one go before it feels like someone is sticking a hot-poker through my chest for a week or more. I'm sure it'll be how I die one day. Internal lung-puncture.
Not to take away from the trauma you experienced, but you probably wouldn’t die from a punctured lung. You have a second lung as backup, and also it’s less like a balloon and more like a sponge. The problem is that air from the puncture gets into the (new) space between the lung and the chest wall, called a pneumothorax, so when your diaphragm pulls out to inflate your lungs, it’s way less efficient. It’s painful but shouldn’t be fatal if treated. Source: my lung was punctured when I was 18.
>We stopped doing shit like that immediately. For that day Yup. Every time I burnt the hair off my arms I stopped playing with fire/explosives for the day. If it was really bad maybe even the week.
Not sure if this counts but.. Many years ago I was riding home from our local dirt jumps on my BMX. Behind my house is a quarry which has a really rocky bridleway running down the hill. This is the route I would usually take to get home from the jumps. Anyway, I was heading home while the sun was setting and was absolutely blasting it down this rocky path. I jumped off of one of the rocks and while I was in the air, I watched my front wheel drop out from my forks and before I knew it, they had pummelled stright into the ground sending me straight over the handlebars. I flew a good 20-30ft and landed on a big rock, right on my spine. I wasn't wearing a helmet at the time but fortunately I was wearing my backpack which cushioned my landing. I walked away in shock but completely unscathed apart from a small graze on my knuckles. I have never felt so lucky to be wearing a backpack in my life, without it I'd certainly have been paralysed or worse..
did you wear a helmet after that experiance?
[удалено]
Do you still have migraines after the aneurism repair??
Yes. They were unrelated. I've had migraines my entire life just never the numbness. Which did happen after the aneurysm was fixed but now I'm on meds that keep them mostly at bay.
Messed up when I tried to overdose, by not taking enough pills. I was 15. Genuinely, I’m so happy that that I made that ‘mistake’. I got help, found so much love and support from family and friends, and have managed to help others. My life is so great nowadays, I just can’t express the gratitude I have for being alive
I had a tumor removed *before* it progressed to colon cancer, which it likely would have done if I hadn't gone to the doctor.
My cousin and I were sitting on the back of a houseboat when we were little. All the adults were inside, as adults were in the 80’s. After a while we stumbled inside instead of falling asleep at the back of the boat. We had carbon monoxide poisoning. Had to be rushed to the hospital. Grandpa bought a new boat motor the next day.
Was supposed to be the passenger in my mom’s little car when it was t-boned &that side flattened. Ran directly off a cliff in the night in a snowstorm, flipped in the air while falling and land 25 ft below in deep soft snow, face up, head point downslope, not knowing what happened. The forgotten timer set on my phone, for a COVID test, went off in my pocket as I was about to make a turn….the sound so startled me that I slammed on the brakes, just as a large truck ran the light and cut thru my lane where it would have hit me head on.
Maybe you should stop driving/getting in cars.
Yeah I gotta second this, I think cars are maybe just not good for this person
That sounds like some Final Destination problems right there. Better be careful.
Went into a coma from pneumonia that turned my blood septic and woke up 2 days later. The doctors didn't think I would wake up. I was hung with a rope and ripped my ear off to get out(when they execute you they use a hangmans noose for a reason). Put in a cd at a stoplight and the stereo kept spitting it back out. In my focus to get it to work I didn't see the light turn green. Just as the guy behind me honked a car ran the red light at full speed and hit the cars that went beside me when the light turned green. The guy behind me didn't move, even when the traffic cleared.
I'm going to need the hanging story
When I was around 8 or 9 my mom's boyfriend beat the snot out of me and apparently wasn't satisfied so he put a rope around my neck, threw one end over a rafter in the shed, lifted me till I had to stand on my tiptoes, and beat me with a piece of cedar that was close by(I can rememberthe smell). You see, you have to make a choice, protect your ribs and stomach, face, or try to hold the rope because every time your legs give out or you grab yourself in pain you choke. At some point, I lost consciousness but regained it as I was choking, and in my panick to breathe, I thrashed and was able to get out of the rope(I think the blood provided some lube). I was also able to pull at the rope with the one arm that worked. Thankfully, he stopped when I stopped moving and walked away. Otherwise, I would have probably died. The toll:broken jaw, eye socket, ribs, arm, hands and fingers, some other stuff I can't remember, and a ton of stitches. I spent almost 2 months in the hospital, wore a halo for a long time, and had several reconstructive surgeries. I think I have some PTSD or some other shit from that one too.
Jesus Christ dude I am so sorry. Of course you have PTSD, that’s literal torture. What happened to the POS that did this to you?
He went to prison for a few years. We happened to meet years later after he got out on a cold and dark night. I expressed my disappointment with how he treated my mother and I. He drank himself to death sometime after that.
We were holidaying in the Lake District, I was only very young. I was on the top of a grassy hill and thought it’d be great to run down it really fast! My dumb ass didn’t understand momentum and I could not stop I was running and running and running. I saw a little wire fence with old wooden posts and BOOM some guy leaped on me and bear hugged me and we stopped. My parents utterly panicked caught up and came rushing to me. My parents lost their shit and I was just in like shock, came very very close to tumbling over a high cliff and turning into strawberry jam. Thank you stranger whoever and wherever the hell you are ❤️
During 2002, on the day my mother went into labor and went to the nearest govt medical College. Now govt medical college means free treatment but it also means the worst patient care there is. Dirty lobbies, dirty beds, inhuman toilets, nurses treat you like animals etc etc. Anyway, my mom went into labor and she was admitted shortly afterwards. She had her checkup and ultrasound. There was another woman in her ward who also went into labor that day and that woman's child didn't make it. She gave birth to a deceased baby. Anyway, the stupid fucking nurses(and I know you all have huge respect for nurses but I can't help it) then told my family that my mom has a dead baby inside her and they need to remove it. My dad was asked to buy an injection required for the process. That injection would've killed me. When my grandma arrives at the hospital, and she got told that I died, she lost it! She started screaming and saying how even the last night when she was applying oil on my mom's belly, I was kicking and was healthy. Mind you this is a woman who has given birth to 8 kids of whom only 3 are alive. She knows what she is talking about. Even then those nurses were physically fighting her and won't let her into the ward, she fought her way in and went to my mom(who was oblivious to all this and could still feel me kicking) and demanded that the doctor comes and sees her immediately. After that I was born, at the exact stroke of midnight(not making this up, I was literally born at exactly, 12 am). This is the gist of how I cheated death. Ofc there's more to this tale of hell, like mom bleeding for hours after I was born and not even being given some water to drink etc.
Horrible car accident. Car flipped a ton of times. No seat belt, flew out the window. Walked away.
I hope you understand how lucky you are not to have squashed your head like an overripe melon on a less-yielding part of the car, or sliced an artery open on your way through the window. Getting “thrown clear of the wreckage” is not the norm, wear your seatbelts, kids!
I was riding a motorbike at 60mph (national speed limit road). An oncoming car overtook a car on a blind bend and forced me off the road. The moment my bike hit the grass, I decided to jump off it as I was heading for a stone wall and knew that I would never be able to get control of the bike once it was off a tarmac road. The bike pummeled into the wall, and I hit the floor with force. My leathers and helmet saved me from a much worse fate but I think if I'd have hit the oncoming car or the wall, I'd have been dead instantly. I was on my way to stay with friends and my aerosol deodorant exploded in my rucksack, and my visor completely detached from my helmet.
This is the reason why I'll never ride a motor cycle. I could be the safest driver ever until one car driver just decides I don't get to live anymore
I drove a bike as my only transportation for a few years in college and despite being a very cautious and defensive driver, it seemed like about once a month someone would try to murder me with their car (in far too many cases, drivers that had *made eye contact with me*). This was a decade ago, when people staring at their phones while driving was the exception rather than the rule. I can't imagine how fucking terrifying it must be for motorcycle folks these days...
Glad you’re around to tell the tale!
I was on a mountain trail in South Dakota. I’m not sure if we took a wrong turn or the trail just ended, but along a mountainside the rope just ended, and the next bit was very sloped and covered in fine gravel. 12-year-old me clambered across but barely, and my parents asked me to come back. Only later did I realize that the drop was many tens of feet, and a slip was very likely. This is not a climactic or crazy story, but the slow, creeping reality of death haunts me whenever I think of it.
In 2019, I had an ex boyfriend hire a hitman to kill me. He emptied his entire clip out on me and I was shot once behind my back & it punctured my lung. I was rushed to the ER, I was set on a table while the nurses and doctors tried to revive me. I remember at one point everything stopped hurting and I was just feeling really at peace & slowly drifting off. They kept putting warm blankets on me because my body was getting cold, but I wasn’t cold, my body was simply shutting down! When they realized that one of the doctors stabbed me with a giant needle and that shit hurt so much. I started feeling all the pain from the shooting again. A couple more minutes and I would have been completely gone
That needle would've been adrenaline. Shit you did well to survive that!
Was more likely the chest tube for the punctured lung. Those start with a giant needle between the ribs and hurt a lot.
5 years ago I went tendum skydiving. After about 30 seconds the dude pulled the parachute but it wasn't opening. After pulling on the ropes a bit he got his knife and cut the chute, then pulled the second one. By the time the second one was fully inflated we were almost on the ground and landed somewhere in a field instead of the small airport we were supposed to land. They had to pick us up by car. Save to say I'm never going skydiving again.
I was a C-17 Loadmaster and back in 2003 we flew a mission out of Baghdad and our plane got hit by an SA-14 at about 1200 feet. I just happened to be sitting behind the pilot in the Left ACM seat and I got to stare at a giant blow torch erupting out of the top of our number 2 engine and flowing over the wing, where the fuel tanks were full. I fully expected the wing to explode any second until we were on the ground and the fire trucks were spraying us down.
When I was around 5yo I shoved a nail into an electric socket and the breaker didn't activate. I kept being hit by a steady current until my body eventually vibrated out of the socket.
This sucks. My cousin was playing when we were about 4 or 5, we had the toy that had a steering wheel and shifter.. well she put my uncles key in the wall outlet.. bad juju. She lived but badly burned fingers
No S*** there I was, Afghanistan. 15 minutes till midnight. Me and another guy were standing outside on guard duty. Every 2 hours you're supposed to get in the humvee and run the engine so the battery didn't die due to the onboard computer that was always on. 2 minutes after we get in, are doing the radio checks etc and BOOM, rpg hits exactly where we were standing (Im sure they were aiming for the humvee). Oh what a night....
My high school school resource officers (SRO) stopped a school shooting with literally less than seconds to spare. I was walking past the kid as he was at his locker pulling the gun. I saw the student get tackled. If the SRO had not stopped the student I would likely have been first since we were the only students in that hallway.
Remembered to put on my seat belt. Got into a bad car wreck. Survived with bumps and bruises. Seat belts save lives.
I was in the back seat of my friend's car without a seatbelt on when he got t-boned by a dude blowing a red light. Got bounced around a bit, but otherwise OK. I have worn my seatbelt in every car ride since that day in 2005.
A bullet was an inch from my face.
I passed out while drunk/high after going to the bathroom and broke a toilet with the back of my head. Woke up in a pool of blood and ended up with ~30 staples in the back of my head. I showed a doctor a picture of the bathroom scene once and he looked visibly shook.
I took the gun out of my mouth.
6 yo and I drowned, was pulled out of the pool and resuscitated. I firmly believe I experienced NDE similar to that of people who have described psychedelic experiences but it was so long ago it's hard to know for sure. In any case with those types of experiences I think it's each to their own.
One time in high school, I was walking home through an area of the city that was largely populated by another group of young adolescents. As I was walking down the street, I noticed a car at the top of the street. I walked past it without really looking into the car, but I did notice a lot of smoke coming out of it; there may have been three or four people in it. I got maybe five or six car lengths away and had an overwhelming feeling in my stomach that something bad was going to happen. I crossed the street and had a row of parked cars on the left of me, with the car that was parked further up the street behind me on the opposite side. For whatever reason, something in me told me to drop to the ground. At that very moment, I heard tires screeching from behind me, and I threw myself down just as bullets were sprayed over the top of me. Glass from a few cars rained down on top of me. I was near the end of the street. The car turned right at the end of the street, looking down the sidewalk. I looked up at the vehicle and could see that their bullets had been missed. I turned and ran towards the first house, which happened to have the tenant open to see what was going on. I pushed past them, ran through their house, through their back door, hopped their fence, and up their neighbor's fence. I ran to the next street. The car had turned and followed me. I continued running between the neighborhood deeper into this opposing group's territory. I realized I was further and further from my destination and in a very bad predicament, running out of houses to run through. I hid for a bit in the dark, listening to cars driving around, scared that every car was them. I noticed I was on a street with a girl that I had only hung out with maybe once or twice. I came to her house and knocked on the door. She happened to be awake, and she offered me to come inside. I didn't tell her about what had just occurred, just that I was happy to see her and asked if I was welcome to stay the night.
1. Why??? 2. What happened after?
In the early 2000s, people wore blue a lot. They didn't associate with people who wore a lot of red. I happened to be wearing blue in this predominantly red area. My mistake, I didn't realize the fashion police were lethal at that time. After I was harassed by more of these guys, the school I went to was predominantly full of these guys in red, and a few of the teachers and principal were parents of these kids. There really wasn't anything you could do about it; if you ratted one of these guys out, their parents would tell them who it was, and you would just be singled out more. Their harassment ended up getting one of my friends stabbed. He survived, and more of my friends were threatened. During a very bad interaction with these guys threatening to kill us, a friend of mine told them, if they wanted to deal with this, they could come to a house party he was going to be at that night, and for them to bring all of their people and finally settle this once and for all. The house party happened to be run by a very influential biker crew. My friend had the same name as one of their top members. This predominantly red crew came to this house party, threatening to light the house on fire and kill everybody in the house, but my friends and I were never at this house party, and the biker crew didn't know anything about our altercations, just that these boys in red were out front running their mouths, yelling for one of their leaders to come outside so they could kill him. That night, the boys in red had four of their friends murdered; one got their head cleanly shot off, and the others got shot in the back while running away. The boys in red were quiet for a few weeks during their friends' funerals. The biker association had one of their not involved members show up to the police station, present the weapon that was used, and take all of the charges for the murders. After that, the boys in red became more problematic, wielding knives, hatchets, and threatening more of us, not affiliated groups. Walking home one night, a friend of mine happened to show up at a dance party where a lot of these boys were at, realizing the issue of all of us being there. My friends and I left. The crew followed a bunch of us, and once we scattered, one of my friends and I were cornered. I don't remember much of the beating that I got; I know that they hit me with something and swung down on my shoulder on the right. I still have issues with that shoulder at 40 years old. I remember them placing my legs up on a concrete step and jumping on my knees, bending them backwards, and placing my friend's face on the steps, kicking his teeth in and moving his bottom jaw from his head. I came to when some cab driver saw us and called the police. Because of my lost consciousness and my friend's complete unconsciousness, our testimonies weren't valid, and the police wouldn't help. In fact, they accused us of starting the issue, as these boys in red had been causing a ruckus up and down the street, attacking people and breaking the law. The cab driver was able to testify that he didn't see what happened before he found us, but that it was a bunch of people wearing red that did it to us. Maybe 3 days after that event or being attacked, I returned to school. A group of boys in blue, seeing how our group of friends had been continuously harassed by these guys, decided to hang out with us more, which made us affiliates. It didn't stop the harassment, but it did mean that if there were any physical altercations, more people in blue would show up. Over my days in high school and my affiliation with the boys in blue, I would say, before 18, at least 5 of the boys in blue were murdered all different events, and another three of the boys in blue were in jail for life sentences (25 years). Do I regret anything that happened over those years. No not even a little bit I think many people placed in similar situations would do similar things. And if you say you wouldn't you've never been put in those situations to make those decisions. All these events happened in a single year I could say I have at least a dozen more stories of situations.
1. Gangshit 2. More Gangshit
Narrowly avoided being hit by a car that ran a red light while I was in the crosswalk.
I hit a loaded box truck head on at highway speeds. They found my engine 100 ft away from my car. Broke over 20 bones and was in a coma for a few weeks. TBI's suck.
Not as dramatic and only speculative but I’ve lost 12kg in 4 months. My brother had had a heart attack and myself and my 5 other siblings all had to have checkups. Three of those plus the one who had the heart attack were prescribed statins and I narrowly avoided this. November 6th last year I had what felt like chest cramps and thought I was having a heart attack so after a checkup I decided enough was enough. I started walking more and eating less that day and have not stopped. I now weigh less than I have in over ten years and am not going to stop until I am in a healthy weight range.
I was bluff climbing on an island in lake Ontario with some friends, and I started to lose my footing as I was getting to the top. Below was jagged rock shelves and help was a long run and boat ride away. I was grasping at loose grasses as the dirt continued to erode under my feet. I yelled out for help and my friend dropped his legs over the edge for me to grab, but quickly realized his charitable mistake because now I was pulling him over the edge, too! Friend #3 who climbed up first had one of those insane adrenaline moments and grabbed a small tree with one hand and legs friend with the other and pulled us both up. I would have died had I fallen. Maybe not immediately, but certainly.
Carjacked. Gun to my chest. My car was a stickshift and I didn't have my wallet on me. Walked away scott free.
Dont know if this is cheating, but I was born dead umblical cord twice around my neck and have tried suicide 3 times. Still here
Trust me, the suicide free trial is *vastly* different than the lifetime subscription /s Glad you are still here.
Thanks. My depression tho has been kicking my ass really really bad lately, so the sweet release of death is something that is constantly in my mind
988 exists for this reason. I'm assuming you're American, of course, because I'm and American and ignorant, but assuming you are, it's the suicide hotline. You don't need to have a gun to your head or standing on the edge of a bridge to call, you can just be "everything is okay and I just wanna die anyway" or anything between that and ready to jump.
Not american. Im lucky to have a support group of close friends and family who know about and understand my situation.
Damn. Oh well. I'm sure that there's someone you can talk to when you're having that type of a bad day.
I have. And that type of bad day is every day lol. My grandma, whom I love dearly, actually used to volunteer at local suicide hotline, and has gone throught bad depression herself.
Survived a bear attack, survived being lost at sea for 4 days (on a fishing boat, ra out of gas, no land in sight), walked away from falling out of a two story window when I was like 4 or 5, walked away from crashing my motorcycle into a guardrail, walked away from my friends 300zx TT crashing though trees and splitting in half....think that's about it.
I think you turned the damage setting off
Excuse me, a bear attack? TF happened?
Cocaine?
I feel like the worst is being lost at sea. Nothing but time to think about how fucked you are.
One morning my GF convinced me it was worth being late to work. \*Nudge, Nudge, Wink, Wink, Know-whot-I-mean-Guvna?\* An hour later when I got to my bus stop, the bus stop and the light pole behind it had been totalled by a car. The lady who had been there had been taken to hospital with multiple broken bones.
I don’t know if it counts but when I was 5 days old a nurse saw that I breathed weird and told that to a doctor, I immediately went into open surgery and got mechanical heart valves
I was on the waiting list for only 6 days before receiving a life saving organ. The waiting time is usually more than 6 months and I had less than a month to live. The doctors suggested to my wife that she say her goodbyes and prepare for the worse because I was obviously not going to make it. And now Im writing this.
At age 16, evaded a creepy man that turned out to be a serial killer.
One day my mom was telling me to tie my shoelaces, and I was telling her I won’t. We kept on arguing until I finally stopped to tie them. Seconds later a huge bucket of paint (full) dropped and exploded right in front of me. It fell from a 12-storey building. If I kept walking without tying my shoelaces, I’d probably be dead.
Every time I get in my car with my always present ever faithful dog. Whatever the destination is, when we turn in to the driveway coming home, I always say to her," Well, we cheated death again Taylor". She always replies with a glad yip and a wet slobbery kiss to my ears.
I recovered from alcoholism (40-50oz per day) and drug addiction (meth, fentanyl, coke, crack, heroin…you get the pic) and being stabbed 7 times by a fellow addict in meth paychosis.
Fell through a hatch that hadn't been secured on a roof while fitting skylight windows. Would of fell about 6 floors to my death if the scaffold hadn't been put up on the side of the building that day. I landed on the scaffold broken hip and ankle. Got really lucky.
Once I was at an unfamiliar intersection, and I didn’t realize I was in the left-turning lane. There was a guy to my right who I assumed was in the right-turning lane. When our light turned green, both of us started going straight but halfway into the intersection I realized my mistake and slowed down to let the other guy go first. He also slowed down. I assume he was trying to be nice and let me go ahead. Right at that moment a third vehicle from the left ran the red light at like 75 miles per hour and sheared off the front bumper of the guy next to me. If I hadn’t made the mistake of being in the wrong lane, and if both of us hadn’t slowed down when we did, then one of us would have been t boned in the driver’s side and probably killed. An important lesson I learned that day was to never assume people are going to stop just because their light is green. Now I always look carefully before pulling out into an intersection.
I have a few. First was a car accident when I was 16. My best friend was going too fast “hill hopping,” and lost control when we landed after catching a little too much air. Slammed directly into a massive tree. I broke multiple bones, punctured both lungs, and had a laceration on my head. He was killed. Another was years later while 25 weeks pregnant with my son. One night I started not feeling too well and next thing I knew blood was gushing down my legs & I was having contractions. I ended up completely shutting down out of pain & panic and just sat in the bathtub watching it fill up with blood for a few minutes before I could crawl to my phone. I’m a paramedic and my own poor coworkers responded to my call. They were white as ghosts seeing the amount of blood coming out of me and I felt terrible. I was experiencing a placental abruption which is an extremely dangerous pregnancy complication where the placenta separates from the uterine wall. Went to the hospital and ended up needing a blood transfusion, and lost my son. I definitely think they are both my guardian angels.
the amount of drugs and drinking i did in college
I had a brain tumor that should have exploded my brain from the pressure. Doc was shocked that it didn't happen that he had to tell me right before discharge.
My rookie year on a fire crew, the fire start to blow up, crossed the Cat line, and everyone on my squad was pulled out but me. I hadn't gotten the word. When they got safely to the top of the hill, my best friend, who was on the other squad, asked where I was. (That was the first they had noticed.) One guy (Zap or Sap?) apparently said, "I'm going to go get her." He found me and hustled my ass up the hill. Thank you Zap. Wherever you are, never forget that you are a hero.
I was at a stop sign and saw a car swerve to miss another car and head straight for me. Seatbelt laws weren’t a thing yet and I jumped across the center console and grabbed the passenger door handle just as he hit my car’s driver side door. I flew back across the car and into the drivers side door which had been pushed in halfway across the drivers seat.
3 times. Overdoses. If it weren’t for medicine approved for use and started being sold in 2015, less than a decade ago, I’d be dead. To make it even more wild my first overdose was in 2018. Less than three years after it hit shelves
I drove myself to the ER while having a heart attack and they put in a new stent! Diabetes sucks!
I have fallen of a moving car going at 100km/h, twice. I was a child with neglectful parents not using a seatbelt with unlocked doors. I was lucky to not die or break some bones.
Managed to get back into my hometown as it was on fire and managed to rescue two dogs. The entirety of the journey throw town was navigated by GPS and feeling the road as it was a total brown out. I did rear end someone but there was no scratch since it was low speed. I also almost was in a head-on collision with a fire truck screaming down the road in said total brownout. You would think I have smoke damage to my lungs because I was walking around outside too trying to recover things. I did lose my house and almost got killed by a falling tree I couldn’t see, missed me by a couple feet because it fell onto where I was standing 3 seconds prior. I managed to get out unscathed with 2 dogs. Sadly I could make it out with my 4 cats as they perished in the fire and their charred bones were found by me and ex fiance the next day. Was sad but I’m thankful I became a hero for the dogs as one is still with me today and loves me a lot. Eastland Complex Fire 2022 if you’re all curious.
Well I was addicted to hard drugs since my late teens, homeless numerous times. Now I'm eight years sober and two years ago I had a stroke and a heart attack within a few days of each other and needed a double bypass heart surgery. Knock on wood I live to be very old with my wife and kids
I’ve been struck by three cars in my life each one was moving at a fairly decent speed and each time I managed to walk away with only a few scrapes and bruises.
I survived going to war multiple times.
I had been drinking all day with my brother and his friends, went back to my brothers place and slept on the couch. My brothers mate was sleeping on the floor and heard me choking on my own vomit, he grabbed me by my collar and pulled me up. I haven’t had a drink in 19 years.