Near death experiences

[fufu]

Saved from drowning, Lake Huron (age 8 or 9)

A helping hand kept me from flying off into traffic in London, double decker took off unexpectedly while I was still on the entry platform, hanging on one handed, sorta fluttering like a pennant in the breeze. Traffic woulda crushed me for sure, had I not been pulled back up. Age 12.

Buffo frog poisoning (lab preps, college biology lab tech - pithing 300 poisonous live frogs, two pairs of gloves on, still got puctured, anaphalactic reaction, emergency room yadda yadda). Age 19

Various interesting car incidents, like pulling 360s in the middle of a sleet storm in four lanes of busy holiday traffic at 10;30pm, after being winged by a drunk kid in his new black camero (no lights, going wrong way). Thank god for Detroit bombers (heavy metal project cars of the 70s), as damage was minor (strange story behind that fact, in myspace blog)...but when you hear the repeated ticks of near brushes with our vehicles as your ride is spinning down the road, its an odd, surreal sensation... of time being slowed way down. How can you miss being hit repeatedly by other nearby cars who are trying to avoid you on the fly... in such a situation?? Everybody musta had damn good reflexes, I dunno. You tell me.

Try this one: busy state road, two lane, early Feb in the artic North, z-section of highway, big curves at either end of this stretch. Wildlife runs out in front of the vehicle, reflexive swerving at 55 mph, onto opposite shoulder (sanded)...almost regain control, hit a large pothole off the side of the road, rear left tire is caught and ripped clean off the axle, car pivots 90 degrees, releases, and rolls side over side...about 10 times we reckon from the marks on the road. Rolling down the center of the highway...during a very brief lull of no traffic in either direction. End up off the road on the shoulder of the side I had been driving on, right side up. Windows gone, top crushed, but not all the way. Chevy Blazer - obviously built to take a beating. I crawled out of that one, pretty much intact. This one, a couple years ago.

Had some other close calls, but those are the ones that came readily to mind.

Guess I got 9 lives.

Looks like you have had your fill of near death experiences.

 

[fufu]

I have another question - after these experiences was your perspective on life altered?

 

[Burner02]

nope.
You have to live your life they way you live it.
The way I see it, when your #'s up, its up...do you wanna stand on the sidelines of your life or get in there and go for it?

 

[DOMS]

Wowy wow wow. Maybe you are meant to save the world some day.

I hope I'm more of an "ending the world" kind of guy...

I have another question - after these experiences was your perspective on life altered?

Individually, they didn't mean to much, but as a whole, I've developed a very unhealthy disrespect for death.

 

[fufu]

I hope I'm more of an "ending the world" kind of guy...



Individually, they didn't mean to much, but as a whole, I've developed a very unhealthy disrespect for death.

kekekekke

 

[min0 lee]

Damn, what the fuck happened??! If you don't want to share that is fine.

This happened when I was 16 or 17 years old, it was closing time at a bar ( my friends mother worked there and we would get free drinks) and some idiot let these two dirt bags in...well apparently my friend had beef with them (she was 15 years old) which I believe had to do with drugs.. well anyway long story short he pulls out a straight razor and slashes her face and then her stomach, that's where I step in....I grab the guy in a full nelson in order to get him off her (big mistake) I turned for a second to check on the other dirt bag when all of the sudden I feel something cool on my neck and then warm.

The coolness was my neck opened up and the warmth was the blood oozing out of my neck. I let him go and he goes berserk cutting another guy who happened to be asleep. He had just woke up from a drunken stupor when all of the sudden he was slashed across his face.

Well anyway I went to the bathroom to look at the damage and it was not a pretty sight, I can't really remember everything I saw because of the shock maybe but I think I saw a lot of veins....
I was husky at the time and I had a thick neck so thank god for that, the doctors told me if I was skinnier the knife would have struck my jugular vein....instant death.

Luckily I was taken to a hospital cause I also almost bled to death.



They only gave him 2 years for stabbing 5 people. I left out the other 2 for a shorter story.

This all happened in less than a minute.

 

[min0 lee]

I have another question - after these experiences was your perspective on life altered?

Nope, a week later I was back in the bar drinking.

I believe that girl was involved in drugs. They killed her a year later with a shotgun. She had just turned 16.

 

[min0 lee]

I'm sorry about that but I was drunk at the time and you didn't get my beer fast enough.

Wrong wound silly.

 

[min0 lee]

Thats what happens when you listen to a guy tell you, "these breasts will only cost you 2k installed in an hour baby."

Fun aside, I'm glad you are still around to... be an object of our amusement.

 

[fufu]

This happened when I was 16 or 17 years old, it was closing time at a bar ( my friends mother worked there and we would get free drinks) and some idiot let these two dirt bags in...well apparently my friend had beef with them (she was 15 years old) which I believe had to do with drugs.. well anyway long story short he pulls out a straight razor and slashes her face and then her stomach, that's where I step in....I grab the guy in a full nelson in order to get him off her (big mistake) I turned for a second to check on the other dirt bag when all of the sudden I feel something cool on my neck and then warm.

The coolness was my neck opened up and the warmth was the blood oozing out of my neck. I let him go and he goes berserk cutting another guy who happened to be asleep. He had just woke up from a drunken stupor when all of the sudden he was slashed across his face.

Well anyway I went to the bathroom to look at the damage and it was not a pretty sight, I can't really remember everything I saw because of the shock maybe but I think I saw a lot of veins....
I was husky at the time and I had a thick neck so thank god for that, the doctors told me if I was skinnier the knife would have struck my jugular vein....instant death.

Luckily I was taken to a hospital cause I also almost bled to death.



They only gave him 2 years for stabbing 5 people. I left out the other 2 for a shorter story.

This all happened in less than a minute.

That is grusome. It is a shame too. Shouldn't they have been charged with attemped murder? I mean, he stabbed you in the neck. Do you expect someone to live after doing that?

 

[JordanMang]

Almost drowned a 3-4 times ( MyCAT has saved me everytime go figure ). Had a cop with a gun on me and 2 friends when she thought we had guns ( when they were really water dynamites.. ). She seemed pretty scared too though.

 

[fufu]

Almost drowned a 3-4 times ( MyCAT has saved me everytime go figure ). Had a cop with a gun on me and 2 friends when she thought we had guns ( when they were really water dynamites.. ). She seemed pretty scared too though.

What did she do when she realized they weren't guns?

 

[min0 lee]

That is grusome. It is a shame too. Shouldn't they have been charged with attemped murder? I mean, he stabbed you in the neck. Do you expect someone to live after doing that?

That's the system.

 

[JordanMang]

Well, it kinda went like this. We were in in abadoned middle school ( and yes I know it was stupid and immature, but we were 13-14 ). We snuck in and shot off say 15-20 water dynamites, but we didn't break anything. When the cop showed up, and you have to understand it was dark we heard her yell something like "freeze" but other then that we don't remember. She says she yelled, "Freeze Police" but that's debatable. So we all start running down this dark hall and we get too the door we came in ( which was unlocked in the first place ) and we come out to face the cop who came out a different door ( where we had set our bikes ) and she had her gun on his and started yelling "Get the fuck on the ground" etc things like that. Well, she handcuffed us and searched us and found the fireworks etc, and even had the audacity ( though it does make sense ) to sniff our gatorade bottles for alchohol...But in the end she just told us she was about to shoot us when we ran cause she thought we had guns etc etc.

 

[CowPimp]

I was on my way from MD to MA. I decided that it would be really smart to leave at like 3 on a Friday. If anyone has ever been on the DC beltway from 6-9AM or from 3-7PM, then you know it's a worthless piece of shit.

After a couple hours of not moving very much I finally break free and start hauling ass up the highway. I'm cruising at a good 90-95. I start to get sloppy and stop checking for cops. On the NJ turnpike I spot one, but way too late. He already clocked me. I was fucked.

I had a bright idea though. Before he ever started pulling out I gunned it. I didn't even bother to downshift. A few minutes later he's nowhere to be seen in my rear view mirror. I'm in the clear I thought. Wrong. A few miles up the road there was another cop, this time hanging in the median. This time I'm going about 120 in some pretty heavy, but steadily moving, traffic.

I gun it this time going on the shoulder a little bit and hauling ass even more. A few more minutes later they are still too far behind for me to even see in my rear view mirror. I was dusting them. I was home free. Time to get off the highway.

So, I pull onto an exit ramp. This time I had just been in a little area between segments of grouped cars. I'm going a cool 140-150 this time. This exit ramp is nice and broad and it's 2 lanes wide. Great, I can cruise until I'm out of sight. Wrong. Some dumbfuck (Well dumbfuck number 2; I was dumbfuck number one) decides he will jerk over onto the shoulder about 20 feet in front of the dividing wall between the shoulder and highway. Of course, he does this right in front of me. I'm fucked.

I slam on my brakes briefly and get back on the gas in time to cut over a lane. Well, my car can't handle emergency lane change manuvers at that speed. I slide just a little bit. I almost regain control. A little more fishtailing and little more, until eventually I spin out. Even though I hit my breaks briefly, I was probably still sailing at 120 or so come the spinout. I spin like 5 times. I have no fucking idea.

BAM! I smash into a guard rail. Somehow, I had not only been spinning around long enough to slow down quite a bit, but I also smashed tail first into the guard rail. I sat there for a second, made sure I wasn't dead, and then tried to start my car again. It wouldn't start, and I just sat there in shock for another minute.

A couple minutes later the cops roll up. They do the usual point guns and tell me to get out of the car, drop my keys, yada yada. I listen to them, get out, get my license and registration for them, and they question me: "Why did you run?!" I just said that I never saw them; I had no idea police were following me. They couldn't really argue it, because I outran them hardcore. I got my car towed, changed the tire that had a hole in the sidewall, and turned back around and went home. The car drove fine.

I got a ticket for going 119 in a 65 ($500), insurance paid for my car (Yes, it survived with zero mechanical damage except for the windshield wiper fluid resevoir; the frame was bent nicely though, and the rear bumper was replaced), and my license in NJ was suspended for 90 days and I had to pay $100 to get the priveliges restored.

Note to self: don't run from the cops for a speeding ticket, especially on the NJ turnpike at like 7:30-8 on a Friday. I would've got away had it been 2AM. Bah.

 

[The Monkey Man]

Bah -

 

[fufu]

I was on my way from MD to MA. I decided that it would be really smart to leave at like 3 on a Friday. If anyone has ever been on the DC beltway from 6-9AM or from 3-7PM, then you know it's a worthless piece of shit.

After a couple hours of not moving very much I finally break free and start hauling ass up the highway. I'm cruising at a good 90-95. I start to get sloppy and stop checking for cops. On the NJ turnpike I spot one, but way too late. He already clocked me. I was fucked.

I had a bright idea though. Before he ever started pulling out I gunned it. I didn't even bother to downshift. A few minutes later he's nowhere to be seen in my rear view mirror. I'm in the clear I thought. Wrong. A few miles up the road there was another cop, this time hanging in the median. This time I'm going about 120 in some pretty heavy, but steadily moving, traffic.

I gun it this time going on the shoulder a little bit and hauling ass even more. A few more minutes later they are still too far behind for me to even see in my rear view mirror. I was dusting them. I was home free. Time to get off the highway.

So, I pull onto an exit ramp. This time I had just been in a little area between segments of grouped cars. I'm going a cool 140-150 this time. This exit ramp is nice and broad and it's 2 lanes wide. Great, I can cruise until I'm out of sight. Wrong. Some dumbfuck (Well dumbfuck number 2; I was dumbfuck number one) decides he will jerk over onto the shoulder about 20 feet in front of the dividing wall between the shoulder and highway. Of course, he does this right in front of me. I'm fucked.

I slam on my brakes briefly and get back on the gas in time to cut over a lane. Well, my car can't handle emergency lane change manuvers at that speed. I slide just a little bit. I almost regain control. A little more fishtailing and little more, until eventually I spin out. Even though I hit my breaks briefly, I was probably still sailing at 120 or so come the spinout. I spin like 5 times. I have no fucking idea.

BAM! I smash into a guard rail. Somehow, I had not only been spinning around long enough to slow down quite a bit, but I also smashed tail first into the guard rail. I sat there for a second, made sure I wasn't dead, and then tried to start my car again. It wouldn't start, and I just sat there in shock for another minute.

A couple minutes later the cops roll up. They do the usual point guns and tell me to get out of the car, drop my keys, yada yada. I listen to them, get out, get my license and registration for them, and they question me: "Why did you run?!" I just said that I never saw them; I had no idea police were following me. They couldn't really argue it, because I outran them hardcore. I got my car towed, changed the tire that had a hole in the sidewall, and turned back around and went home. The car drove fine.

I got a ticket for going 119 in a 65 ($500), insurance paid for my car (Yes, it survived with zero mechanical damage except for the windshield wiper fluid resevoir; the frame was bent nicely though, and the rear bumper was replaced), and my license in NJ was suspended for 90 days and I had to pay $100 to get the priveliges restored.

Note to self: don't run from the cops for a speeding ticket, especially on the NJ turnpike at like 7:30-8 on a Friday. I would've got away had it been 2AM. Bah.

Good story!

Scary though. Must have been a rush trying to get away from the cops. What kind of car were you driving?

 

[fufu]

Well, it kinda went like this. We were in in abadoned middle school ( and yes I know it was stupid and immature, but we were 13-14 ). We snuck in and shot off say 15-20 water dynamites, but we didn't break anything. When the cop showed up, and you have to understand it was dark we heard her yell something like "freeze" but other then that we don't remember. She says she yelled, "Freeze Police" but that's debatable. So we all start running down this dark hall and we get too the door we came in ( which was unlocked in the first place ) and we come out to face the cop who came out a different door ( where we had set our bikes ) and she had her gun on his and started yelling "Get the fuck on the ground" etc things like that. Well, she handcuffed us and searched us and found the fireworks etc, and even had the audacity ( though it does make sense ) to sniff our gatorade bottles for alchohol...But in the end she just told us she was about to shoot us when we ran cause she thought we had guns etc etc.

Sounds like a fun experience a bunch of 14 year olds.

 

[JordanMang]

One of the first memories I have of my teen years. It's been a good ride, and I still have 4 years left and supposedly 16 is the best one so we'll see? But besides that; we had 30 hours of community service which was a pain in the ass.

 

[fufu]

One of the first memories I have of my teen years. It's been a good ride, and I still have 4 years left and supposedly 16 is the best one so we'll see? But besides that; we had 30 hours of community service which was a pain in the ass.

They will do anything to get free labor.

 

[JordanMang]

I went to my local VFW and drank a beer and watched NASCAR for 10 hours for 3 weekends with a bunch of old guys smoking ( and I fuckin despise smoking ) cigars and making corny perverted jokes.

 

[fufu]

I went to my local VFW and drank a beer and watched NASCAR for 10 hours for 3 weekends with a bunch of old guys smoking ( and I fuckin despise smoking ) cigars and making corny perverted jokes.

lawl

 

[CowPimp]

Good story!

Scary though. Must have been a rush trying to get away from the cops. What kind of car were you driving?

Definitely a rush. I almost did too. I kind of want to try it again, that's the sad part. Haha. I don't think I will though.

Here's my car:
http://www.dsmtuners.com/forums/member.php?u=3024

 

[fufu]

Definitely a rush. I almost did too. I kind of want to try it again, that's the sad part. Haha. I don't think I will though.

Here's my car:
http://www.dsmtuners.com/forums/member.php?u=3024

I love taking trips from my house to Umass. I love speeding and watching out for cops lurking. It is like an adventure. Makes the ride a whole lot more interesting plus I get there faster!

I don't go insanely fast though. No more than 20 over the limit...eh...25, meh, 30. It all depends really.

 

[JordanMang]

I have a heavy foot myself. Nothing like hitting 95+ in a 60 .

 

[CowPimp]

I love taking trips from my house to Umass. I love speeding and watching out for cops lurking. It is like an adventure. Makes the ride a whole lot more interesting plus I get there faster!

I don't go insanely fast though. No more than 20 over the limit...eh...25, meh, 30. It all depends really.

I was actually on my way to Umass Amherst to visit a friend in that story, hehe. Is that where you goto school?

 

[DOMS]

I was on my way from MD to MA. I decided that it would be really smart to leave at like 3 on a Friday. If anyone has ever been on the DC beltway from 6-9AM or from 3-7PM, then you know it's a worthless piece of shit...

fufu is right, that's a great story!

It reminds me of when I totaled a car. I had just moved to Vegas and was going to Blockbuster to get a video.

I'm from Burbank, California where you can only hydroplane on the hottest day of the year, at noon, and only after it has rained. It turns out that in Vegas that you can hydroplane any time of the day, on any day, during the summer.

I came flying out of the Blockbuster in my two year old Mustang, which was when I hit the water. My traction was instantly gone. My car started fishtailling back and forth as I kept turning into the spin. After a few heartbeats, I figured that I should look up and see where I was going, not that I could do anything about it.

About 20 feet off the front of my car was a steel light post. One of those light posts they put in the middle of the road that measure about three feet around. I knew I was going to hit it. There was just not way to get traction and steer out of the way in time.

Everyone talks about what goes through your mind when you think you're about to die. You think of all you were, all you could have been, and stuff like that. Me, I remember quite clearing thinking, "This is going to hurt."

Wham!

I hit the poll hard enough to rip my motor off its mount, shove it into the dash, and shove the dash into the driving compartment. Thankfully the steering column didn't budge. I was so dazed that I tried to start my engine. I got away without a single scratch.

It happened at the Blockbuster at 3495 East Flamingo (it turns out this is now closed). You can still see the dent in the poll just past the parking lot (to the west).

 

[CowPimp]

fufu is right, that's a great story!

It reminds me of when I totaled a car. I had just moved to Vegas and was going to Blockbuster to get a video.

I'm from Burbank, California where you can only hydroplane on the hottest day of the year, at noon, and only after it has rained. It turns out that in Vegas that you can hydroplane any time of the day, on any day, during the summer.

I came flying out of the Blockbuster in my two year old Mustang, which was when I hit the water. My traction was instantly gone. My car started fishtailling back and forth as I kept turning into the spin. After a few heartbeats, I figured that I should look up and see where I was going, not that I could do anything about it.

About 20 feet off the front of my car was a steel light post. One of those light posts they put in the middle of the road that measure about three feet around. I knew I was going to hit it. There was just not way to get traction and steer out of the way in time.

Everyone talks about what goes through your mind when you think you're about to die. You think of all you were, all you could have been, and stuff like that. Me, I remember quite clearing thinking, "This is going to hurt."

Wham!

I hit the poll hard enough to rip my motor off its mount, shove it into the dash, and shove the dash into the driving compartment. Thankfully the steering column didn't budge. I was so dazed that I tried to start my engine. I got away without a single scratch.

It happened at the Blockbuster at 3495 East Flamingo (it turns out this is now closed). You can still see the dent in the poll just past the parking lot (to the west).

Ouch, yeah, hydroplaning is pretty scary. I mean fishtailing is one thing; you have some level of control. Hydroplaning means you're just along for the ride. The minute after the accident is a funny one. At least for me, I was really happy I wasn't dead and didn't care about much else. I could give a fuck about my car right then. An hour later sucks a lot of balls though, heh.

 

[fufu]

I was actually on my way to Umass Amherst to visit a friend in that story, hehe. Is that where you goto school?

lawl

Yes actually.

 

[maniclion]

During sex I called one of my girlfriends by the wrong name, that was a very tense moment.