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

I almost drowned once. My mom saved me. I was probably around 10-11 years old and we were on a family vacation. We were swimming in the hotel pool and playing football in the water. Someone threw me a long, high pass and jumped and propelled myself through the water to catch it. It's kinda confusing to me now, but I remember taking a breath except I was underwater - so I got a lung full of water. And I sunk like a stone. I couldn't move, and I kept falling deeper and deeper. I thought I was going to die, and then someone grabbed my bathing suit and pulled me up. That was scary as hell and I'll never forget that feeling!

Probably the old "STOP" yelled by my father as I step back from the road.

Well, I came into this world dead, well not breathing at least (I literally hanged myself with my umbilical cord). I've been pretty lucky since then though, and I can't really recall a time when I was in a life-threatening situation, despite my soft side for doing crazy stuff ...

Spart, you suicidal bastard.

I rode the bus once with some shady arabic people holding backpacks.
Okay bad joke...

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.

This thread is kinda like this thread.

Anyway, I'll just copy+paste my experience!

When I was in Vietnam, 20 crazy kongoes attacked me with AKM-47s. I think they threw 3 fragnades and then shot a lot. Fortunately, I grabbed a dead body, and covered myself, playing dead afterwards.

When I was 12 or 13 me and a friend were just out for a walk, and we happened to be going down a street that had some construction going on. Well a dirt clod with a piece of metal coming out of it fell and nailed(no pun intended) me right in the head. I actually didn't feel any pain, but I felt really light headed and I put my hand to my head and it felt really warm. When I looked at my hand it was covered in blood. Next thing I knew a girl I knew from school and her uncle came over and he put his sweater on my head to stop the bleeding. When the paramedics came by they said another 3 millimeters and it would've killed me.

I was on the bottom floor of a sinking cruise ship.... I stayed calm though.

We were on this boat ones, and I had to put down the anchor, and stupidly I got my foot wrapped around the rope attached to the anchor. Well when I chucked it in, it dragged me, but fortunately I managed to grab hold of the side rail, hanging on for dear life with my foot trapped. Fortunately the water made the anchor less heavy so managed to hang on for someone to come help me.

And about 5 minutes ago on of these huge speakers on my wall, which weighs a tonne just fell down and landed like 10cm from my head!!!!!!!

Suicidal attempts, have put me close to death before.

Aside from that, nearly drowning, and also nearly not escaping a bedroom in flames.

Oh, just remembered: I was almost hit by a car on two occasions. Once when I couldn't figure out how to use the handlebrakes on my new bike, and when I recklessly ran across traffic.

Very close, actually. My car did a 360 on the interstate while doing 70 mph.

I was also almost struck by lightning. Well, not really. But it came pretty close. It hit the footpath at the backyard. I was in the house.

when i was 8 i was walking on the path to our house and a huge icicle fell and passed within inches of my face.

When I first starting smoking weed, my friend had to pull me out of the path of cars several times. I've wisened up since.

I was white-water rafting. One of the rafts ahead of us was stuck on some shallows and so we thought we'd push them off, but we ended up hitting them sideways and the raft tipped over. I ended up on the side opposite the shore and couldn't get around, so when the raft started heading down-river, I just went with it (at the suggestion of the guide). The algae on the rocks caused me to slip eventually, and I ended up going under the boat.

It was probably scarier for the people watching than for me. Personally, I was very calm and made my way to the other side of the raft. I even paused in the middle and put my hand up to see if there was air there. Without conclusive evidence, I decided not to go up, and continued on. I made it to the other side of the raft, and by then a raft behind us had caught up and snagged onto the line on my raft.

I was a little more scared of what the outcome could have been after it had happened.

Back in high school, Death and I used to play racquetball every day. These days, though, we don't even talk on MSN any more. =(

Originally Posted by Mark75

Back in high school, Death and I used to play racquetball every day. These days, though, we don't even talk on MSN any more. =(

Human Translation: Back in high school, during P.E. bullies in a gang named "Death" would pummel me with racquet's until I would pass out. The bullies required I stay in constant communication with them, in case they needed to sharpen their punching skills so we talked regularly on MSN, though we don't even talk on MSN anymore. =(



p.s. still love ya marky

Not quite. Although I do remember having basketballs thrown at my head.

Very close.....so close that I reached it....and died...But I still hunt at night.

Anyway, I've also had NDE's. I dont want to get into them...but I have.

Originally Posted by Mark75

Back in high school, Death and I used to play racquetball every day. These days, though, we don't even talk on MSN any more. =(

If he hasn't given you back that sweater by now, you might have to get out the voodoo kit. >:{

I was on the edge of losing consciousness when I was eight in the deep end of a pool. The edges of my vision were just blurred light and I kept coming up trying to get air, looking in the back door of the house and hoping someone would help me. They ran out and jumped in and saved meh.

8 seems to have been a troublesome year for you, isn't that the age you also messed up your knee?

Closest I possibly came to death was when I was 6 or 7. On my way home from school I decided to cross at a corner that wasn't manned by a crossing guard. As soon as I neared the corner a big car came rolling up and the guy inside opened the passenger door and asked if I needed a ride to school. I backed away and said nothing. He closed the door and effed off.
Now scared, I dashed across the street and ran the whole next block. When I got to that corner the same guy pulled up, this time the driver's side door was right there. He opened it and asked if I needed a ride. I backed away again and glanced down the street, I could see my house only three buildings away. He moved forward and I moved back again. I guess I wasn't worth chasing down because he closed the door and took off. I dashed home and didn't cross alone again after that.

When I think back on it's really sobering to know my life could very well have ended then if I hadn't been the paranoid and anti social little brat that I was.