Thread: Tell me how close you've been to death

Must have been in 6th grade, I got hit by a minivan on my bike. The speed limit on that street was 40. My friend was on my pegs, and I, of course, pedaling. Well, lets just say there was some miscommunication, I turned at the wrong time, and this lady just NAILED us.

The back of my wheel bends under her front bumper, and my friend flies off the pegs, off her hood, and about 20 feet away from the car. My bike has a shit fit, and shoots UP into the air, as I'm on it, I swear it must have been as high as the telephone poles. I feel myself start to do a backflip, so I let go of the bike and land hard on the ground. My adrenaline is pumping so much I don't even feel pain. I pick up my lone sandal which had flown off my foot, grab my bike, and check on my friend.

The lady who was driving the car pulls over, looks out and says " ARE YOU BOYS ALRIGHT?" We kind of half nod and she drives off. Bitch.

Anyways, I get home, walk into the kitchen, look at my mom and go...

" Mom, I just got hit by a car."

My mom pretty much flipped. My grandfather (her dad) died in a car accident when she was a teenager, so the ONE THING she fears is a car accident with her kids.

It was a miracle I didn't break or sprain a thing in my body.

For the story I DON'T really remember that much:

Probably around the age of 7 or 8, my parents were always on the road. I have a older half-sister that is 10 years older than me, and was married at the time, who would keep me at their apartment for the week they were gone. Well I had started having sore stomach problems, but everyone insisted it was only a virus, except her. She told me, it had gotten so bad that I wouldn't even let people touch me. After a few hours of her not knowing what to do, she went next door to this ladies house [who was a tarot card reader, mind you] and came back, then wrapped me in a blanket and took me to my aunts house, who is a nurse. I was rushed to the hospital when they realized my appendix was rupturing from infection. I had to be wheeled into an emergency operation. They told my sister that gangrene had started to set into my system from my appendix being ruptured and had I came in an hour later, it would have completely busted and killed me. Come to find out the reason my sister took me the hospital was because the woman read her "tarot cards" and told my sister that she needed to take me to the hospital FAST.


For the story I DO remember:

Maybe a year and a half ago I was working 2 part-time restaurant jobs, and going to high school. I had just broke it off with a guy i liked that night after pulling a semi double and my friends called. They wanted me to go to Grand Isle with them. I figured I deserved a break, so I was going to go. When I got off work, I headed over to John John's apartment to meet up with Will and Sonny. On the way over there I was basically falling asleep at the wheel, from waking up at like 5:30 to get ready for school, getting off school, running up to the hotel and doing some errands for the job, then rushing over to my head hostess job. I told Will I was too tired to drive, and Will told me he had been drinking too much to drive, which I respect that. Sonny told me he was straight to drive, that he hadn't drank since about 12 pm and it was ABOUT 11 pm at the time. I gave him the keys and we headed on our way [mind you this is a LONG ASS DRIVE. Probably about 3 or 4 hours, if not more]. Well I get in the back seat to lay down, because I'm so tired. About 3/4 the way there Sonny tells me he DOESN'T HAVE HIS LICENSE because it was revoked. I immediately get pissed and tell him to pull over at the next gas station that we are switching spots and that I couldn't afford any mistakes. Well he FINALLY admits he is completely drunk, and I couldn't even tell. I was steaming by then. Next thing you know, before we even make it to the next stop, he starts to drift off the road, over corrects, and we flip about 5-7 times. At this time I was in the middle seat. It was the weirdest feeling, because it's like... you KNOW you are about to flip even before you do. So right when the first blow hit, I started praying [yes... I'm a poon] and I didn't feel anything after that. Next thing I know I end up in the back of my vehicle somehow, except I can't move. I'm conscious and I can hear things and I kind of see things, but I can't move or yell. The vehicle had landed in a bayou, and Sonny and Will had already made it out of the vehicle. I could feel the water coming in the windows, but I was stuck between the back glass and the tire, because the frame had twisted [I had a 4-runner by the way]. Next thing I hear is Will saying, "where is Patience? I don't think she's got out yet". Then I immediately hear after that, "Don't worry about her, we've got to go before the cops come". I hear Big will scream something like, "Fuck that, she's going to drown" and then hear someone jump in and he yanked me out of the back. He puts me on shore, and I come out of it but immediately go into shock mode, and start uncontrollably shaking. The woman behind us had already called the cops, and the cops came maybe a few minutes afterwords. He let us hear the report and the lady had even told the COPS she thought I was dead.

I ended up taking Sonny's charges because his girlfriend was my friend and she was pregnant, and I knew if he had took those charges, she would end up having to get an abortion because she couldn't afford the baby as it was.

I ended up coming out of it totally fine. The skin from my shoulder down to my lower back was ripped off, and the joint in my thumb was broke, but nothing too bad.

Sucks what happened, but I realized how to appreciate life more, because in that same exact spot, there had been about 8 fatal accidents.... and we were the 9th accident. So we were the ONLY ones who didn't have someone die from wrecking in that spot. The cops said that the house that was in front of that spot has seen so many accidents it's not even funny.

-patience

Originally Posted by PatienceMarie

"where is Patience? I don't think she's got out yet". Then I immediately hear after that, "Don't worry about her, we've got to go before the cops come".

-patience

Such a *****.
right now i just want to that guy.

Originally Posted by PatienceMarie

Sonny and Will had already made it out of the vehicle. I could feel the water coming in the windows, but I was stuck between the back glass and the tire, because the frame had twisted [I had a 4-runner by the way]. Next thing I hear is Will saying, "where is Patience? I don't think she's got out yet". Then I immediately hear after that, "Don't worry about her, we've got to go before the cops come".

Wow.. did you ever confront Sonny letting him know that you heard him basically saying to leave you to drown?!?

And you took the charges for that prick (does your/his girlfriend know that he said that)?

Yea, that is actually quite an evil thing to yell out, but remember that he was in panic, and possibly a part shockmode as well.

If you're in say, an air-plane, that has just crashlanded, the best tactic is go get yourself out of there, and disregard of anybody else, unless helping them only takes a single move. If you stopping to help somebody blocks the way, you endanger not only yourself, but everybody who's still in the plane.

Originally Posted by Marvo

Yea, that is actually quite an evil thing to yell out, but remember that he was in panic, and possibly a part shockmode as well.

If you're in say, an air-plane, that has just crashlanded, the best tactic is go get yourself out of there, and disregard of anybody else, unless helping them only takes a single move. If you stopping to help somebody blocks the way, you endanger not only yourself, but everybody who's still in the plane.

The only difference here was that neither of the guys was in danger.. they were safe on land. He simply wanted to get out of there before the cops came probably because he'd been driving, his license had been revoked and he was drunk.

Nah.
I haven't talked to him about it sense it had happened.

Actually I haven't talked to him AT ALL sice it happened.

Everytime we see each other, he just has a guilty look on his face, might say hi, then walk away. There's alot more to the story than I told though, and it's hard to really put put there since only about 2 or 3 people know the ACTUAL story.

All I know is, he's got a guilty concious as it is, and I don't feel like being the bitch about anything. Karma is a bitch..... and not my job.

-patience

I have almost drowned 3 times in my life.

I had a knife put to my throat.

I have had to run away from a tornado (literally run away from it) as it inadvertently destroyed half of my trailer.

I almost fell off of a bridge while in a car because the roads weren't labeled right... It was a dark night, and our front right wheel fell of the ledge that lead to a rocky / water area. At the last second my father turned the wheel and the car was saved. Would have killed my entire family.

OH AND THE BEST ONE EVER!!!

I was hit in the fucking head with a machete. Full fucking force. =)

I got away from it with barely a scar though, cause i'm so uber! Lol ok maybe its just that i'm so lucky!

Originally Posted by Sandform

I had a knife put to my throat.

I was tied to a tree when I was a very young child for God knows how long, I'm just glad that there was at least shade under that tree cause if not I would have died from exhaustion.
I was hit in the fucking head with a machete. Full fucking force. =) !

WTF

Explain these

Originally Posted by Grod

WTF

Explain these

Knife was the doing of my brother, he has grown up since then, but a while back he was trying to kill me X.X

The tieing to the tree, also the doing of my brother. We lived out in the country area and there were alot of trees, so no body could find me for like ever. Not that anyone could have been looking, my parents were working all the time to support us with the meager salary they could. Anyways, I think I was found pretty soon though, I don't really know, I fell asleep. My brother was evil. He did stuff like that all the time. Once he injected me with stuff to make my face numb while I was sleeping X.X

And the machete. Ah that is a good story hehe. Pretty short though. My cousin Tracy was playing around with a machete doing the whoosh sound thing. I guess she lost track of where I was because she did the "whoosh" thing straight in my face. I'm not sure exactly what happened. I got away from it with just a lip split in half and a scar for the rest of my life (but it is barely noticeable)

Originally Posted by Sandform

Knife was the doing of my brother, he has grown up since then, but a while back he was trying to kill me X.X

The tieing to the tree, also the doing of my brother. We lived out in the country area and there were alot of trees, so no body could find me for like ever. Not that anyone could have been looking, my parents were working all the time to support us with the meager salary they could. Anyways, I think I was found pretty soon though, I don't really know, I fell asleep. My brother was evil. He did stuff like that all the time. Once he injected me with stuff to make my face numb while I was sleeping X.X

And the machete. Ah that is a good story hehe. Pretty short though. My cousin Tracy was playing around with a machete doing the whoosh sound thing. I guess she lost track of where I was because she did the "whoosh" thing straight in my face. I'm not sure exactly what happened. I got away from it with just a lip split in half and a scar for the rest of my life (but it is barely noticeable)

It's time to kill your brother.

The quicker the better, it's best not to draw these things out.

Originally Posted by Grod

It's time to kill your brother.

The quicker the better, it's best not to draw these things out.

Lol he's a lot better now, he just went through a bad phase because my mother split up with his father and he hated me because I was his step fathers son. Thus hatred towards my mom marrying another man = hatred of me more than even the step father.

Course he hates his real father too because he is a bastard.

Now my brother likes me, and well...tolerates my father. Because he realizes we aren't bastards =P.

Course now my mother is split up with my father too hehe.

Divorce rates really are high these days huh? =P

Originally Posted by PatienceMarie

All I know is, he's got a guilty concious as it is, and I don't feel like being the bitch about anything.

Well, at least he's "decent" enough to have a guilty conscience.

Originally Posted by PatienceMarie

Karma is a bitch..... and not my job.

LOL!! That's a very healthy outlook about the whole thing!

I'm just glad you're ok!

Originally Posted by Sandform

Lol he's a lot better now, he just went through a bad phase because my mother split up with his father and he hated me because I was his step fathers son. Thus hatred towards my mom marrying another man = hatred of me more than even the step father.

Course he hates his real father too because he is a bastard.

Now my brother likes me, and well...tolerates my father. Because he realizes we aren't bastards =P.

Course now my mother is split up with my father too hehe.

Divorce rates really are high these days huh? =P

haha... good to hear.

Yeah isn't it like 1/3 marriages end in divorce?

Originally Posted by Clairity

Well, at least he's "decent" enough to have a guilty conscience.



LOL!! That's a very healthy outlook about the whole thing!

I'm just glad you're ok!

Well thank you .

I am too. I got luckier than most people in car accidents like that would have been.

Yeah, plus, I got alot of peoples respect for doing what I did, and he LOST alot of peoples respect, and that is enough for me.

-patience

Originally Posted by Kushna Mufeed

Probably a combination of both if that's true. I don't want to call you a lier, but that's kind of hard to believe.

I didn't even mention the drunken building climbing I did in college. I once fell about twenty feet down the side of a church I was climbing after the better part of a bottle of Vodka and more beer than I can remember. Probably the only thing that saved me that time was just how drunk I was.

So, let's see;

Hit by cars three times - once when I was five crossing the street in front of my friend's house a 1972 Ford LTD (I think it was Blue with a white vinyl top)came over the crest of the hill that I was just on the other side of. Slammed on it's breaks, but hit me anyway. Broke my left collar bone. Second time was in High School - was riding my bike on a pretty busy street going about 30 MPH when the front wheel came off the bike. The forks hit the ground and I sommersaulted over the handle bars doing a spectacular face-plant into the pavement that drove my teeth through my upper lip, took most of the skin off the right side of my face and bounced me into the path of an on-coming Corrola. I don't remember any of this of course because of the concussion, but my friends described it very graphically for me afterwards. Third time was in college - was stumbling home after a party when someone who wasn't stumbling and instead driving took out a fence, a stop sign and me all about the same time. No broken bones, but lots of cuts, scrapes and a really ugly black eye.

30-40 foot cliff - was 10 and at a city park near the Missouri River that is centered around this huge old oxbow of the MoRvr. There's a creek that falls down a cliff - really pretty little waterfall that has a legend of an Indian Princess who committed suicide by jumping off it after she was spurned by a lover - and runs on into the lake. Anyway, me and my buddy decided to climb the cliff face and walk across the top. The top was very slimy and mossy and I slipped and went straight off the top and landed on my ass and left elbow on the rocks on the bottom. Broke my hip, shattered my elbow and cracked three ribs.

Guns - robbed at gun point four times. First time when I was four, my dad picked up a couple of hitch hikers. They pulled a gun, pointed it at me and told my folks if they wanted to keep their kid they'd better give 'em all their cash. Second time I was 13 and at a video store that got robbed and the robber grabbed me and put the gun in my face before he threw me into the ice-cream cooler. Third time was walking to my car with my family after a ball game. Two guys came up behind us, smacked me in the back of the head with a gun and held my wife and three year-old daughter at gun-point while the first one went through my pockets and took my wallet, watch and wedding ring. Fourth time was in a casino parking lot. Stupid idiot must have thought I'd won or something. Pointed a gun in my face and said, "Give it to me you f...ing s...t!" Havng only went with $20.00 to begin with and having lost all that at blackjack, I didn't have anything to give him. I emptied my pockets and tossed my wallet on the ground. He took my car keys but was so stupid he couldn't find the car. He was still walking around the parking lot looking for it when the cops showed up.

More guns - was working at a home improvement store when I hear someone arguing with the guy at the paint desk. I look over just as the "customer" pulls his jacket aside to show the paint guy a gun in his belt. The paint guy was an ex-marine (scrawny, wiry, old guy) that apparantly didn't take kindly to being threatened with a gun. He put both hands on the paint counter and before the guy with the gun could do anything, paint guy litterally vaults over the counter putting both feet into the gun guy's face putting him on the floor and in the same motion comes down on top of his chest with his knees, the whole time shouting, "You gonna come in HERE and pull a gun on ME?? You STUPID mother f...ker!" and starts pummeling the poor stupid bastard.

Broken bones - too many stories to relate here but I was obviously an active kid who didn't always...ok seldom... alright NEVER did things the easy way or smart way.

Lightening? About a year ago, I walk out of the front door with my now 9 year-old daughter to check out this storm that was rolling through. We're standing under the porch next to the garage when the front of my neighbor's truck explodes about 20 feet from us. I thought it was the battery - 'cause, you know... sometimes those things just "blow up"... but as I go over there, I see the top of the tree that the truck is parked next to is on fire. I notice that the truck's antenna has been vaporized and that there's char marks down the tree trunk. I never heard the thunder clap nor saw the flash, but apparantly everyone else on the block did. They all came out of their houses to see what the hell happened.

But as I said, even with all that, I never really felt like I was close to death. So I guess you're right, almost certainly a combination of luck and stupidity.

I spilled very hot water on myself when I was like 2 or 3 years old had 75% burns on my body my grandfather donated blood that I required to survive.

I spilled some toxic chemicals my grandma had when I was very young as well under 5 years old.

A year ago I fell from 7 meters height I pushed myself from the building so that I wont crash on a fence that was under it. The fence could have seriously injure me.

I got hit by a car from behind good thing it was driving pretty slowly.

i had meningitis when i was 10. the doctors origionally told me i had tonsilitis and just shoved me off.. my mom got extremly worried about me as i didnt get better, i only got worse.. she took me to the hospital and the doctors had 2 give me 5 drips and the lumbar punchar (PAINFULL!) the doctors said if i had of gone to the hospital a couple of days later they wouldnt of been able to save me.. i was in isolation for 2 weeks and on medication for months!

I got stuck in a bathroom once in Israel. The door jammed or something. Now I am always in fear of being stuck in a bathroom.

Originally Posted by saxonharp

But as I said, even with all that, I never really felt like I was close to death. So I guess you're right, almost certainly a combination of luck and stupidity.

Wow saxonharp.. just.. wow.

Originally Posted by saxonharp

So I guess you're right, almost certainly a combination of luck and stupidity.

...and very "with it" Guardian Angels.

I haven't even broken a bone (knock on wood!)

Originally Posted by vivedream

I haven't even broken a bone (knock on wood!)

same, and i was hit by a car going 45 mph a few summers ago

Originally Posted by NeAvO

I almost died at birth, plus when I was born I needed loads of medication. Nothing else really, except this time I feel off a climbing frame but nothing that bad though.

same thing happened to me. i was blue when i came out...

i'm blue if i was green i would die if i was green i would die...

oh gotta love that crappy techno pop.