Have you ever had a near-death experience?
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Not sure if it would have killed me, but once back in elementary school we had this time where we learned about this unique type of art created using holes in paper (basically you stick a thumbtack into various little ridges on a paper and then it ends up creating a picture from the holes when you put the paper up to light), it was probably a free-day near the end of the year since I remember the entire day just consisted otherwise of watching movies in class or talking to one another. Anyway, because we were watching movies, the teacher gave us little paper containers of popcorn to eat out of while watching our movies or making our art. Very kind of her, but I was a bit stupid. What I ended up doing was accidentally dropping one of my tacks in the popcorn and not noticing, and after a few moments, as I went to take my next bite, I felt something hard and sharp in my mouth. Not being that stupid of a child, I realized what had happened, but for some reason (probably because I still was a tad bit retarded) I didn't want to spit out my popcorn because it tasted really good, so I somehow managed to completely divide the popcorn and the tack to either side of my mouth using my tongue, and then I just carefully pulled the tack out, swallowed my popcorn, dried the tack off of its saliva, and continued my business since no one saw, the only damage being a little scratch in my inner cheek that probably went away really quickly after the incident. Still, there was a chance, that day, that I could have been savoring that mouthful of popcorn so much to have not noticed the tack, only to end up swallowing it and having it damage something to the point that it could have caused me severe enough harm to eventually kill me. Not a very exciting or fascinating near-death experience, but it's the only one I can think of that's happened to me yet involving a situation that had the potential to actually cause my death, and it's a bit less drastic than any other family member's. I've had a great grandfather who nearly got shot on more than one occasion during a world war (he was in one of the highest-casualty divisions of the U.S Army during WW2, don't know too much of it since he justifiably never spoke too much about it, just know he faced deathly situations more than once during his time fighting) , a grandfather who was nearly struck by a speeding military plane while guarding an airfield, a father who had a gun pointed to his head by a drunk negro his roommate had invited to his apartment, and then I continued the paternal near-death legacy by almost swallowing a thumbtack while eating popcorn.
(In)CelibatePsycho
Well-known schlogga
One dime my dad drives directly into upcoming traffic and another car was driving right at us. We swerved into the proper lane before crashing though.
Also I once choked on some candy like a retard but some lady hit me on the back and it popped out
Also I once choked on some candy like a retard but some lady hit me on the back and it popped out
UltraSoyLord
Jaking Lord of Old Qway
I have had a few, but one in particular comes to mind for me.
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I can't remember my exact age, but I must have been between 10 and 14. I was on a trip for a wrestling tournament by a beach on the east coast of the USA. It was April, I think, and a hurricane was coming. A very poor time to go to the beach. Still my brothers and I liked to go to the beach while we were there because it was always a cool experience for us. That time of year the wind would kick up the sand into a sandstorm. The grains of sand would almost hurt as they bombarded you. The waves were always photogenetic that time of year, but with the hurricane coming, they were massive. I can still hear them crashing onto the beach in my mind. They created large tidal pools I could swim in. For some reason, this year I decided to swim in the ocean. Maybe it was because I felt I was more than tough enough as a young man with all the testosterone of a wrestler. Maybe I was just stupid. For the first 10 minutes I was able to manage it. I didn't stray too far from the shore and always checked to see if my family was still where they should be. I was really enjoying getting tossed around until I no longer could find the sea floor. I dived down what must have been 10 feet, yet I couldn't find the bottom. I tried to swim in, but the tide was too strong. At this point I knew I was in trouble. Despite that for some reason I was completely calm. I think subconsciously I knew if I freaked out, I would be swept under the waves and drown. With all my might I yelled out to my dad, "I don't think I can come in". Without a second thought, my father jumped into the water and swam to me. He was a superb swimmer. He was a master diver and was trained at the Naval Academy before he went into the marines. He grabbed me as the waves around us became more intense. The sandy wind and foam of the waves began to fade out my vision of the land before it was completely gone. My dad was struggling to both swim in the storm and carry me. I'm sure I would have died if he let go of me. As we were pulled out to sea, a massive wave emerged out of nowhere. It couldn't have been smaller than 30 feet, but it felt like it was 100 feet to me at the time. Outwardly I was still calm, but I was certain that was the end. I've faced death before, but there was something about this time that just felt so hopeless. It crashed on top of us and as if God himself intervened, we were flung back to the shore. I remember my feet touching the ground and without even a thought getting out of the water as fast as possible. My dad didn't yell at me, but he wasn't super pleased either. We ended up spending another 30 minutes at the beach until we got cold. We barely ever talk about it. It's not like it was traumatic, just that it was a trial we overcame and nothing more. Since then, I have made a point of not swimming during storms like an idiot. A very important ego check for the young thick-headed boy I was...
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I can't remember my exact age, but I must have been between 10 and 14. I was on a trip for a wrestling tournament by a beach on the east coast of the USA. It was April, I think, and a hurricane was coming. A very poor time to go to the beach. Still my brothers and I liked to go to the beach while we were there because it was always a cool experience for us. That time of year the wind would kick up the sand into a sandstorm. The grains of sand would almost hurt as they bombarded you. The waves were always photogenetic that time of year, but with the hurricane coming, they were massive. I can still hear them crashing onto the beach in my mind. They created large tidal pools I could swim in. For some reason, this year I decided to swim in the ocean. Maybe it was because I felt I was more than tough enough as a young man with all the testosterone of a wrestler. Maybe I was just stupid. For the first 10 minutes I was able to manage it. I didn't stray too far from the shore and always checked to see if my family was still where they should be. I was really enjoying getting tossed around until I no longer could find the sea floor. I dived down what must have been 10 feet, yet I couldn't find the bottom. I tried to swim in, but the tide was too strong. At this point I knew I was in trouble. Despite that for some reason I was completely calm. I think subconsciously I knew if I freaked out, I would be swept under the waves and drown. With all my might I yelled out to my dad, "I don't think I can come in". Without a second thought, my father jumped into the water and swam to me. He was a superb swimmer. He was a master diver and was trained at the Naval Academy before he went into the marines. He grabbed me as the waves around us became more intense. The sandy wind and foam of the waves began to fade out my vision of the land before it was completely gone. My dad was struggling to both swim in the storm and carry me. I'm sure I would have died if he let go of me. As we were pulled out to sea, a massive wave emerged out of nowhere. It couldn't have been smaller than 30 feet, but it felt like it was 100 feet to me at the time. Outwardly I was still calm, but I was certain that was the end. I've faced death before, but there was something about this time that just felt so hopeless. It crashed on top of us and as if God himself intervened, we were flung back to the shore. I remember my feet touching the ground and without even a thought getting out of the water as fast as possible. My dad didn't yell at me, but he wasn't super pleased either. We ended up spending another 30 minutes at the beach until we got cold. We barely ever talk about it. It's not like it was traumatic, just that it was a trial we overcame and nothing more. Since then, I have made a point of not swimming during storms like an idiot. A very important ego check for the young thick-headed boy I was...
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Aedra
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This exact same thing happened to me too when I was like 7 or something.
Hydrosophy
Druidic Apanthrope
I've come close to drowning twice
never going back to the sea
never going back to the sea
UltraSoyLord
Jaking Lord of Old Qway
Thats a shame, some of my best memories are of my times by the oceans. I once lived on San Cristóbal Island for a summer on my own as part of a research/volunteering thing. Every day I would swim among sealions and sea turtles. There is very little that compares to the feeling of going to the beach no matter where it is and a big part of that is the ocean. I hope you can rediscover the joy of the ocean.
Brickshithouse
Shithouse made of bricks
One, maybe 2 near-death experiences within the same day. A few years ago when I was sat in my living room, I heard a window shatter from the kitchen, and then a man ~10 years older than me wearing nothing but black went through the door and repeatedly told me to get out, before I could think of how I'd get the fuckwit to back off he already pulled a gun out. The second I got up he took a shot, and I vividly remember the burning heat from the bullet skimming the side of my head, it felt like it'd almost singed my ear off but after seeing the maybe 5" wide hole he left in the wall behind me I could only imagine what would have happened had he been slightly more precise. I ran out and thought of getting the gardening rake for good measure and running back in to go turn the house alarm on, but once I made it to the living room door he was right there. I just stared until he noticed I was there, reached for his gun again, at which point I reflexively squinted and made a swing, all I could make out was the sound of the rake snapping in two... I opened my eyes and the other half of the rake was caught in his neck, blood jetting from his throat, and he just slumped onto the door frame and died. The worst part of all this is, I had to phone the police after I tore the rake out of the mangled chunks of burglar because the police where I'm from would probably arrest me for using a weapon for home defense.
mannfrith
1942, 1980, 2021, 2022
i swear i remember the time when i was on vacation and my brother dropped his snorkel in the pool and pushed me underwater to go get it but i couldnt swim so my mom quickly grabbed me and pulled me up but my family does not remember this so i guess im schizophrenic or something ::amerimutt::
Well, historically, your people haven't had a very good relationship with the builders of pyramids. Might be best to stay away from such structures.
AshkeNazi
ZelligGOD
of course nowadays one of us is running the world and the other is running from the cops
14NateHiggers88
2024 oldGOD
I had a closeish call on my paraglider a year ago, shook me up quite good, I kept that in mind any time I went flying after that.
bogus amogus
2024 oldGOD
My siblings and I asked my dad once to take us to the Boston Marathon so we could watch it and he agreed, but my dad must have thought we were too busy playing video games and/or didn't feel like driving out to Boston. Later on the News we heard about the Boston Marathon Bombing. Even If I did go, its quite possible none of us might have died, but it still could have happened.
Nihilma
/caca/borean
Almost died electrocuted at 18 months, my hands are covered in burning scars.
My cousin pierced my cheek as we sparred with wooden sticks when I was 5 or so.
Almost drowned when I was 3 or so.
Almost lost sight on my left eye when I fell head first on a concrete bench when I was 10, i have a big ass scar 2 cms above my eye
Sometimes I feel like God's trying to tell me something but I ain't sure what.it_hurts
Most of the bad stuff happened to me as a toddler or a young child, I swear the day I have a child I am not gonna let him out of sight for more than a second.
My cousin pierced my cheek as we sparred with wooden sticks when I was 5 or so.
Almost drowned when I was 3 or so.
Almost lost sight on my left eye when I fell head first on a concrete bench when I was 10, i have a big ass scar 2 cms above my eye
Sometimes I feel like God's trying to tell me something but I ain't sure what.it_hurts
Most of the bad stuff happened to me as a toddler or a young child, I swear the day I have a child I am not gonna let him out of sight for more than a second.
UltraSoyLord
Jaking Lord of Old Qway
Don't be selfish little fucks and give us the full blogpost about them.
Nihilma
/caca/borean
Holy fucking Hollywood action sequencerald
Glad you made it out alive doughie, running back in was dumb as hell doe.
Also, this proves the age old saying of "don't bring a knife to a gunfight" wrong, at leasr if the guy in front of you don't know how to use a gun properly and if you are in close distance.
