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1. How could pizza do someone so wrong?
Once, as a child, I was eating pizza while playing games on the computer. (Quick shoutout to Windows 40 Games.) I suddenly swallowed a piece of pizza wrong, and suddenly I’m choking. I hadn’t learned the Heimlich, or how to do it to yourself, and so I’m panicking. I try opening my sister’s door, but it’s locked, and I hear her talking on the phone and doing her hair. I start banging, and she calls out “What?”, but I obviously can’t answer, so I keep banging. She keeps thinking I’m just being annoying, so it takes her a bit to finally answer. At this point, the real fear of death is hitting me. She opens the door, sees me, yells “Oh my god, hold on”, tosses the phone, and does the Heimlich on me.
Thinking back on it, if my sister wasn’t home, I’d have died. It’s a chilling thought, and so I don’t think about it often.
2. This is pretty freaky!
I was passing a messy construction site – in my country there are few safety precautions around those, even construction perimeter is not properly marked/fenced off. A massive iron rod fell right in front of me, shattering down inches in front of my skull. Funnily enough, I thought someone called my name seconds before and spent a split second looking sideways instead of continuing straight on. Then BAM.
3. Almost kidnapped.
Some guy tried to snatch me when I was 12. Chased me around the block and everything. I managed to give him the slip and spent the next ten minutes at home alone watching him through the curtains as he circled around looking for me.
And like a fucking idiot, I thought it was funny. Should’ve called the cops but didn’t, because at the time it never occurred to me the danger I was in. Jesus Christ I was lucky.
Edit: Wow, my experience seems to be disturbingly common O_o.
4. Nope to diving.
I ran out of air at 90 ft while SCUBA diving. After swimming as hard as I could with ZERO air in my tank, I caught another diver by the fin and we shared air. Holding your breath is also very dangerous while ascending… you can only exhale so much.
5. Luckiest person ever to be alive.
I had a gun pointed at my head during a robbery once. I didn’t think I was going to survive.
Two months later, an F4 tornado took out pretty much my whole town and killed a bunch of people. Didn’t think I was going to survive that night either. A few people I knew didn’t.
Three years later, diagnosed with PTSD.
6. Almost burned to death.
Apparently I was the worst baby ever. Used to scream my head off all the time. My aunt was staying and I was put down for a nap and did my usual losing my shit routine. Mum was going to come and get me as it just didn’t sound right and my Aunt told her to not be so bloody soft and to leave to to scream all I wanted. Luckily Mum decided to ignore her and came into the room to find my cot of fire with me in it. Dodgy electric blanket so God know how I wasn’t electrocuted as well as burnt to death. Good on you Mum!
7. Mother Nature is terrifying.
I was once swept up and flipped around by a tornado while driving a 1987 Nissan Sentra.
EDIT: Sorry I’ve posted this several times and it has never garnered much interest so I didn’t bother. But since a few people seem to be interested…here is the story with a pic at the end:
It was January 1999 in West Tennessee. I was visiting my parents when we saw storms tracking towards the area so I started the 30 minute drive home to beat the storms. About half way home it started raining violently, the wipers couldn’t keep up, I had to slow to half the speed limit, and my whole body was tense. Then it slacked off and became a beautiful calm night again.
As I cruised through a residential area on the way home some leaves blew across the street. Its impossible to describe why, but this didn’t seem right. A few moments later another bunch of leaves came sweeping across my view. While I was contemplating the oddity of this, a huge gust of leaves and debris flew across my view. This was immediately followed by another and another until all I could see was a mass of leaves, trash, and limbs flowing across my windshield.
The next 10 seconds were the most terrifying of my life.
Like a sponge that is completely saturated and any more water that you add just flows off, my brain was saturated with panic and fear signals. It was the most intense emotion or feeling that I’ve ever felt by far. Like every neuron in my brain was in a bath of adrenaline. I didn’t know what was happening but I knew it was unimaginably bad andknew that these were my last moments of life.
Even though I couldn’t see, I knew there was a metal building to my right and that might afford me some protection from whatever was happening if I just steered to the right and crashed into it. I yanked the car right but instead it slid to the left. I realized that I no longer had any control over the car.
In an instant I no longer had any sense of space or orientation. I could tell that up and down were swapping places rapidly. I feared that I might be a hundred or a thousand feet in the air. Visibility was still pretty much zero but I did catch a glimpse of a yard barn smashing into the passenger side of the car and rolling over the hood.
Then in another instant, the world stopped spinning and everything was calm. First I wondered if I had died. Then I heard a voice. Some stranger yelling that he was sorry for running into me. I screamed back asking what happened and if it was over, was it safe?
It took a few moments but I got reoriented with the world. I was still held firmly in the drivers seat in the usual seated position, held in place by the seat belt. I un-clipped and swung my feet down to stand on the ground through what used to be the passenger side window. I had to crawl up through the car and out through the rear driver-side door then jump down from atop the car which had landed on its side.
I was still in full panic mode and incredibly fearful that whatever happened might come back for another round.
I ran into some apartments across the street. The people there had watched the whole thing and called 911 because they assumed I was dead or badly wounded. They couldn’t believe I was totally unharmed, just shell shocked.
The same tornado went on to kill several people and leveled a large subdivision. It was rated an F-4 or F-5 I believe.
Years later my son drug the “tornado car” out of the weeds and got it running aging to piddle around on at the farm.
8. Straight out of a horror movie.
I had a placental abruption when I was six months pregnant. I had just moved to the town where the hospital I was delivering less than a week before I went into premature labor.
I lost a lot of blood, and had to go into an emergency c-section, my son was not responding to stimuli and they had lost his heartbeat.
When he was cut out, he was grey. I always hear people saying such and such was blue, but he was the absence of color, poor little thing. They rushed him out right away and I didn’t see him for hours, the doctors and nurses cautioned me not to get my hopes, that even if he lived, they wouldn’t know to what extent he would function. (he spent weeks in the NICU, and other than asthma, he’s on track and is within normal limits for everything).
The hospital told me if I had been more than 5 minutes away, then we would have both more than likely died.
By far the worst part was when I first got to the hospital. My sons dad was trying to get help from the front desk at the ER. An old lady (probably 80 or so) in a hospital gown came over to me. On the way to the hospital I had thought that my water had broke, but it was all blood. So I was sitting there, in pain, covered in blood absolutely freaking out when this old lady sits beside me and pats my knee. I was so relived just to have some human contact that I kind of leaned into her. She put her hand on my belly and said “what’s the matter dear, having a little miscarriage today are we?”. I’ll never forget that lady’s face.
9. Untreated for 3 or 4 days??
I got bitten on the neck by a brown recluse spider.
I was six.
The wound went untreated for three or four days.
Since then, I’ve had more than one doctor ask me – in a semi-serious way – how I managed to survive that.
I’ve yet to come up with a decent answer. Also, I didn’t get any spider-related powers (other than acute arachnophobia), so I feel a little bit ripped off.
10. Deadly carbs.
I have a number of allergies. Since I was a baby, eggs, chicken, fish, beans, bee-stings, shell-fish, nuts, peanuts are all equal to death (a number of things that i have outgrown as well).
When I was a kid I was constantly sick and basically lived at the hospital the first year and a half of my life, because my parents didn’t know what was wrong.
At the age of about 3, my 12 year older brother fed me eggnog, because he wanted to see me drunk. He was drunk himself and didn’t realize what he was doing. If not for modern medicine, i’d be dead.
I was 6, and just starting school. I didn’t know the allergic kids had to go elsewhere (into the school kitchen) to get their lunch, and no teacher bothered to tell me. I ate a pancake, and if not for my inhaler, i’d be dead.
Fast-forward to 14. Home ed (or whatever it’s called in english, the class where you make your food, learn to wash your clothes etc). The teacher and I had an agreement that she would read up on the ingredients that was to be used in class, so that I didn’t have to do it and get behind in class. I ate a small piece of pasta while cooking. If not for my betapred (and my very, very fast friend who ran up to my locker, kicked it in to get my medicine and ran back with it), i’d be dead. She (only) nearly got fired, and I skipped her class every week after that.
Nothing as serious has happened since then, i have had a couple of less severe reactions, that i’ve been able to handle myself, but the scariest moment in my life was the last mentioned. Having your throat close up in a matter of minutes makes you really think about what you eat.
Injected an opiate into my anal cavity, I od’d.
12. Consider me speechless.
Don’t expect anyone to believe me but the Aurora theater shooting.
13. Nearly eaten by lions.
When I was about 11, my family and I was at a safari park in Zimbabwe. They had this thing where you could walk a morning trip with “teenage” lions. I thought this would be super fun, but turns out that at the time I was too short. SO the lions saw this opportunity to “play” with me. I ended up being dragged of my feet by a Lion putting his claws into my leg. I can’t remember much of what happened but we ended up inside the lions cage with the lions circling outside the cage while a dude ran and got help. Luckily all the other people on the trip who were equipped with sticks hit the lions so hard that they only managed to rip up my leg and knee a bit. Ended up getting drugged with animal tranquilizer, drove 2 hours to a shitty African hospital and got all my wounds filled with J (salt).
Tbh I’m kinda happy it all happened. I was to young to remember enough to scar me, and it’s a great story at parties.
TL:DR Was bit by a lion, happy about it.
14. Missing for three days.
I was missing out on open water for three days alone when I was twelve. So there is that.
I was missing for three days out on the open water, I was boating with my father and we were in a small boat, we had all sorts of supplies, knives, life jackets, fishing rods, flares, cooking utensils and materials, all the stuff. Anyways we were both in this one boat. We were at a dock, but we didnt tie the boat to the dock, which was a dumb idea. I was told to hold onto the dock so I dont flow away. I held on but there were somewhat strong currents and it was kind of windy. I let go. I didnt mean to, I had to. I didnt know how to swim at this time, but I started to float away. I couldnt jump out because i would most likely drown, and I was out of site, i panicked and just hoped for the best. If we didnt have the materials in the boat i probably would have died. Anyways I floated away and eventually i was out of sight from the land. It was very very scary. I closed my eyes and just hoped to god I would survive. I prayed, and Im an athiest. I wanted all the luck i could get. I kept hydrated with the bottled water be had on board, and we had some dried nuts and fruits on board too. I had a thermal blanket, so to go to sleep I would lay in the middle of the boat and cover myself with it. It was surprisingly warm. Anyways i just tried to keep myself warm and makes sure i didnt tip he boat for three days. They had boats out looking for me within two hours of me floating away. Eventually, they sent out helicopters, I was found after three days of being lost out on the open water by a helicopter. It was the scariest three days of my life.
EDIT: Added story
EDIT: Here is the original post. Check this out if you have any questions, I answered a lot.
15. Did you not see it?
Walked into the side of a semi truck going ~40mph. Proceeded to walk across the stage at my HS graduation 30 days later.
16. Everyone survived.
I was 12 and we were headed to the Himalayas for hiking. The bus we were traveling by fell off the cliff and it was held by a tree which prevented the bus from going all the way down into the valley. Luckily all 22 people survived.
Here is the pic http://imgur.com/wEKhc.
17. No memories.
When I was 14, I got run over by a car going about 40mph. Went flying through the air and smashed my head off a wall. Woke up in an intensive care unit 10 days later with no memory of the accident or anything else that happened that day.
18. That could not have felt good.
I’m fashionably late, and I plan on writing a short, poorly-written novel, so I doubt this will be well-received. However, I’ve had a few close calls and never really had to medium to share them (I don’t talk to people much, even via text on a website).
The first one I can’t verify the validity of because I was quite young and I only heard this story from my mom. She’s told this story the several times, and it’s always the same, so at least I think she believes it to be true.
My family, family friends, and I were at the grand canyon when I was very young (4-ish, i think). I was running around with the son of my mom’s friend when I guess I ran straight off the edge of the canyon. My mom’s friend reflexively grabbed me by the shirt, spun around, and dropped me, at which point I kept running the other direction. If she had not been there, or had the reflexes of a mother cat, I would be dead. Again, this whole story is from my mom, as I don’t remember this at all.
AHHHHHHH!!!!! There’s people screaming everywhere. In front, in back and on both sides of me. Our ride just started and people are already screaming their lungs out. I tried to keep my mind calm as we began to slowly rise up. Higher and higher. From my point, I could see most of the park. People are as tiny as ants from here. As we reach the peak, I shut my eyes and refuse to look down. WHOOOOOOSHHH!!!!!
“Are you sure it isn’t scary?” I asked with a shaky voice. My heart is pounding rapidly and I start to feel uneasy. “Lisa, just trust me. Okay? It’s nothing. Go and sit down. I’ll sit right next to you. Do you remember what you said earlier,” said my cousin, David. I look over at my aunt, who was just getting off of the ride. I sigh. I recalled what I said earlier, “I’ll go on whatever your mom goes on!” Why did I have to act so confident? Well my aunt went on it so I have no choice.
I walked slowly over to a row of four seats and sat in one of the middle chairs. These chairs did not comfort me. They were black with yellow seatbelts that goes around our shoulders. David sits on the left side of me and my other cousin, Peng sits on my right side. As one of the workers fasten all of us into our seats, I know that it’s too late to change my mind. I looked over at David. He smiled widely and said, “I lied. This is the scariest roller coaster here.” My mouth dropped open as our ride began. I should have known better than to trust him especially when he says “trust me.” I always fall for this trick.
The strong wind pushed my small head against the rubber black seat. My head bangs into the back of my seat multiple times giving me a headache. I could feel every sharp turn and twist because with each turn my head would sway along also. I was scared but at the same time I loved the feeling. This isn’t so bad. Why was I even afraid in the beginning? I’m starting to like this. I opened my eyes slowly. We went up, down, left, right, upside down and all around. Roller coasters aren’t horrible, they just seem frightening from the outside. This was my first major roller coaster ride and now all I want to do is go on more amazing roller coasters.
After I got off of the roller coaster, I realized that this was one of the best days of my life. I had such an extraordinary time. Of course everyone has a great time at an amusement park but I have been to Dorney Park many times before. Every other time, I only went on what my family called the “baby rides”. There was a time about a couple years ago where I tried something totally crazy and at this time I loved all sorts of rides. This is how I remember it.
Oh no! We’re going to fast. We’re going to crash. Suddenly our ride came to quick stop. I wasn’t prepared for this. I shot right out of my seat and was falling....
“If you guys are bored, why don’t we try something fun,” said our baby sitter, Randall. At once, the word fun caught mine and my brothers’ attention. “Okay,” we all said with so much excitement. “We’ll make our very own ride right here,” said Randall’s twin brother, Ryan. My heart was beating faster. I loved rides and the thought of having our in right here in our house made me full of energy.
1....2....3.... Randall gives the carpet a little push and then we are sliding down the stairs. I didn’t want to admit it, I was scared. It was going too fast. My heart is beating so rapid that I think it would burst out. Kerry is screaming loudly behind me with his arms hugging me firmly. Next thing you know, we suddenly stopped halfway through. It was too sudden. I flew over Johnny’s head and was starting to drop. Bang. I hit my head on the television and landed on the hardwood floor beneath it. I look up and saw Kerry screaming and kicking. Uh oh. This couldn’t be good. His hands out in front of him and landed right on top of me, pushing against my stomach. Ouch. I should have felt hurt or sick but I didn’t because I had such a great time and it was the most funny thing ever.
Now that I have gone on another roller coaster and I have became more mature, I realized that all of the horrible things that happened to me when I was younger was because I was never informed on how I should sit or where I should put my arms. Since I was older and learned about what to do and what not to do, I had more fun and I actually enjoyed the experience. When I gave things a second chance, I overcame my fears and I’m more willing try something else.
Sometimes people are more scared to try new things or are too scared to learn from their mistakes that they will not be able to enjoy themselves as much as they could have. You can’t always let your nerves take over you just like I did. If you give things a second chance then maybe you will see things differently. I think that everyone should just enjoyed their life to the fullest without holding back.