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School of hard knocks (literally)

Been in two car crashes, where although no one was hurt, the potential was there and both cars where written off as well.

Other than that, when I was about fifteen, me and my brother (12) and four cousins (8, 10, 12 and 15) got trapped on a rock pools area of beach, with a quickly rising tide and nearly a mile of rocks to clamber over to get to somewhere safe.
Somehow the six of us climbed a ninety foot cliff up onto a cliff walk and wandered home. Don't think we ever old anyone either, parents would have had kittens.

When I was in the 7th grade, I was diagnosed with leukemia. Luckily, I lived 20 minutes away from Johns Hopkins Hospital (leading pediactric oncology center). They needed to kill off my white blood cells, since they were the cancerous ones, and I ended up getting pnuemonia. I spent 72 hours in the ICU on oxygen while they got it under control.


When I was 28, I was hit by a car as a pedestrian and was flung into oncoming traffic. Luckily I hit a bare patch and was able to scramble off to the shoulder.

nothing death causing but a Bike hit me and broke my Fibia, Tibia and growth plate, oh yeah and the doctor only gave me half the amount of painkillers I could have, the genius couldn't do maths.

rubiksnoob wrote:I got shot with in arrow in the jaw. The doctor said I was lucky because if it had hit me an inch lower it would have gone right through my neck.

So it would have been fine an inch higher, passing through your brain?

I almost drowned swimming in a river whilst camping with some friends a year ago. I was intoxicated, and swimming while drunk is never a good idea.

My near-death experiences are all quite varied. What's funny, though, is that most of them involve some sort of suffocation.

I was born with spinal meningitis. Spent a few months in the infant ICU.

When I was about five, I used to share a room with my brother. We had a bunk bed, and I slept on the top bunk. Somehow, in the middle of the night, I slipped into the space between the wall and the bed. There was a very large hook protruding from the wall, which managed to find it's way between two of my ribs, puncturing my lung. So, I was basically left hanging there, unable to breathe. I remember trying to scream, but my mouth just filled with blood. Luckily, my brother was asleep on the bottom bunk, and I apparently kicked him awake. All I remember from that point is waking up in the hospital. I had almost drown in my own blood. They had to drain out the blood, reinflate my lung, and give me a few stitches. Now I have a massive scar right below my left shoulderblade.

When I was about eight, I was swimming at my apartment complex pool, when someone decided to do a cannonball right on top of my head. Instant underwater concussion, with no lifeguard on duty. Yet another trip to the hospital.

At about the same age, I decided to be an idiot and run directly in front of the path of someone on a bike. Naturally, I trip, and the guy runs right over the back of my neck. It dislocates my jaw, and renders me inable to breathe. They have to insert something in my throat for me to breathe, and the incident partially damages my vocal chords. I had a lot of trouble speaking for about two years. It sounded like I was constantly sick. But hey, at least he didn't break my neck.

This is probably the most pathetic near-death experience ever. I think I was like sixteen or something when I decided to eat a banana. Worst idea ever, apparently, because within seconds my entire face was about twice it's normal size, and naturally, my tongue and throat swell up, rendering me inable to breathe. I'm the only person home, so I call 911. Of course, I can't speak at all, so I spend a while gargling into the phone. The operator was intelligent enough to send an ambulance to the address of the call, and I'm lucky enough to live right across the street from a hospital. I'm highly allergic to fresh fruits and vegetables, but I never knew until this happened. It must be a progressive allergy.

I was around the same age, and I was at a party. I had decided to take five bars of Xanax. For those of you who don't know, that's quite a lot. My friend (well, not so much anymore) decides to wave a loaded beer bong in my face well after the Xanax kicks in. Naturally, I'm already really messed up, so I figure, 'What can a beer hurt?'. Turns out, it was his concoction of 'Everbeer', half beer and half Everclear (190 proof, or 95%, alcohol). I honestly had no idea. Either that, or I didn't care at the time. Well, suffice to say, that's quite the near death experience. I black out into hallucinations shortly thereafter, and wake up in a pile of vomit on the floor. The people running the party didn't seem to care that I had severe alcohol poisoning and was on the verge of a drug overdose, so they kind of just left me there.

Those are the ones that really stand out.

Chrysaor686 wrote:
When I was about five, I used to share a room with my brother. We had a bunk bed, and I slept on the top bunk. Somehow, in the middle of the night, I slipped into the space between the wall and the bed. There was a very large hook protruding from the wall, which managed to find it's way between two of my ribs, puncturing my lung. So, I was basically left hanging there, unable to breathe. I remember trying to scream, but my mouth just filled with blood. Luckily, my brother was asleep on the bottom bunk, and I apparently kicked him awake. All I remember from that point is waking up in the hospital. I had almost drown in my own blood. They had to drain out the blood, reinflate my lung, and give me a few stitches. Now I have a massive scar right below my left shoulderblade.

Holy Space Marine on a pogo stick.

That's one of the most horrible things I could imagine.

I stepped on a capgun cap...

I'm digging to see if theres anything else.

I technically passed out in a pool, but they pulled me out right quick, 'fore I drowned.

Still, I feel lucky as I've never broken a bone, or been stung by a bee, and whatnot.

Cryonicleech wrote:I technically passed out in a pool, but they pulled me out right quick, 'fore I drowned.

That happend to one of my freinds to when he was 3, honestly the steps going into the pool were


1-3 15 cm high (bout 6 inches)
4 1 meter high (bout 3 foot)

he walked right off the step and not being able to swim sunk to the bottom. Now it was night time took us bout 30 seaconds to find him
when we got him out he wasent breathing so my dad (a gp) saved his life with mouth to mouth

Chrysaor686 wrote:My near-death experiences are all quite varied. What's funny, though, is that most of them involve some sort of suffocation.

I was born with spinal meningitis. Spent a few months in the infant ICU.

When I was about five, I used to share a room with my brother. We had a bunk bed, and I slept on the top bunk. Somehow, in the middle of the night, I slipped into the space between the wall and the bed. There was a very large hook protruding from the wall, which managed to find it's way between two of my ribs, puncturing my lung. So, I was basically left hanging there, unable to breathe. I remember trying to scream, but my mouth just filled with blood. Luckily, my brother was asleep on the bottom bunk, and I apparently kicked him awake. All I remember from that point is waking up in the hospital. I had almost drown in my own blood. They had to drain out the blood, reinflate my lung, and give me a few stitches. Now I have a massive scar right below my left shoulderblade.

When I was about eight, I was swimming at my apartment complex pool, when someone decided to do a cannonball right on top of my head. Instant underwater concussion, with no lifeguard on duty. Yet another trip to the hospital.

At about the same age, I decided to be an idiot and run directly in front of the path of someone on a bike. Naturally, I trip, and the guy runs right over the back of my neck. It dislocates my jaw, and renders me inable to breathe. They have to insert something in my throat for me to breathe, and the incident partially damages my vocal chords. I had a lot of trouble speaking for about two years. It sounded like I was constantly sick. But hey, at least he didn't break my neck.

This is probably the most pathetic near-death experience ever. I think I was like sixteen or something when I decided to eat a banana. Worst idea ever, apparently, because within seconds my entire face was about twice it's normal size, and naturally, my tongue and throat swell up, rendering me inable to breathe. I'm the only person home, so I call 911. Of course, I can't speak at all, so I spend a while gargling into the phone. The operator was intelligent enough to send an ambulance to the address of the call, and I'm lucky enough to live right across the street from a hospital. I'm highly allergic to fresh fruits and vegetables, but I never knew until this happened. It must be a progressive allergy.

I was around the same age, and I was at a party. I had decided to take five bars of Xanax. For those of you who don't know, that's quite a lot. My friend (well, not so much anymore) decides to wave a loaded beer bong in my face well after the Xanax kicks in. Naturally, I'm already really messed up, so I figure, 'What can a beer hurt?'. Turns out, it was his concoction of 'Everbeer', half beer and half Everclear (190 proof, or 95%, alcohol). I honestly had no idea. Either that, or I didn't care at the time. Well, suffice to say, that's quite the near death experience. I black out into hallucinations shortly thereafter, and wake up in a pile of vomit on the floor. The people running the party didn't seem to care that I had severe alcohol poisoning and was on the verge of a drug overdose, so they kind of just left me there.

Those are the ones that really stand out.

That thing with the hook is truly horrible and made me scared to sleep on a bunk bed from now on. You couldnt talk for two years?


Ive never been close to death, apart from this (I dont think it counts as they would have just beaten the feth outa me)


I was trapped in a park with some mates with about twenty huge chavs about to beat us up, but lucky me Chavs aint that smart and decided to chuck bricks at us first, so we called the police who brought a big police van thingy.

I could talk, just not very well. It basically always sounded like I had a sore throat. My jaw is slightly to the right now, but the only way you can really tell anymore is the way my front teeth align.

What sport kills more people than anything else in The great land of Oz?

Fishing. Rock fishing to be precise.

Basically, me and two mate were rockhopping one day on a headland just outside of tathra (for those who know where that is...), keeping about three metres bove the wave line. I turn Around, see a wall of water rapidly approaching, and scream at my friends to bundy. We got about another four metes up before we all get drenched. This was a big motherfething freak wave, and it nearly killed three (then) thirteen year old boys.

Also nearly drowned in a river when I was about four

I've had two close encounters with death
1. On vacaton in South Carolina I almost got my head choped off by a 'gator.
2. On a factory tour I was almost run over by a robotic forklift.

Waaagh_Gonads wrote:I live a life on the edge it seems...

Bitten by 2 snakes.

I can kinda relate. (kinda.)
About two years ago, I was walking by a lake, and sat down on an old block of concrete that had been part of a dam. I look to my side, and see two copperheads. Mating. That scared the gak out of me. How would that snake react if I cockblocked him? 3 seconds ago i had been planning walking down the hill to see if i could find any fish, and I would have ended up stepping right on it.

And when I was about seven my tonsils were taken out. gut a nasty infection afterwards, spent a few days in the hospital.

And when I was eight, got so dehydrated I couldn't even stand, had to crawl down the hallway to tell my parents I thought something was wrong with me. That was a fun week.

I was shot in the leg in 1994 in Croatia/Bosnia/Herzegovina/Yugoslavia - although I was no where near dying, it was still an experience.

Once a few years later, my buddy crashed his car on a guardrail on the Gardiner Expwy in Toronto and the "Etobicoke dip". As we sat there in his all black heap, at night, cars going like 120km/h, or 75 mph, were narrowly missing us. When we got out to greet the tow truck guy, and cop, I was almost run over and had an OBE of leaping like 16 feet in the air and watching this car narrowly missing me. It was far fethin' out.

I fell on a rotten fence with nails sticking out and one went in my head. (I was about 6).

I assume that's where the inspiration for your name came from.

Jimi Nemesis wrote:What sport kills more people than anything else in The great land of Oz?

Fishing. Rock fishing to be precise.

I turn Around,

There's your main mistake.

To turn around to see the wave, means that you were at some stage with your back to the water.

Rule #1 of rockfishing: NEVER, EVER turn your back to the water. She's a calculating biatch. Waits until you're not looking, then WHAM!

(Got washed off the North Head shelf (Northern side of the mouth of Sydney Harbour. One of the most dangerous spots.) when I was 19. Nothing but jagged rocks all around and a pounding surf. Luckily I was roped to the rockface.)

I've had a few brushes in my life,I've been in a pretty bad car wreck at age 16 in wich I broke my arm,some ribs and my jaw,I've been in a few down right vicious fights (the whole punk rock scene can get nasty at times),one of wich resulted in me getting 14 stitches across my chest.
But I belive that the closest I've come to dying was during Huricane Katrina,I was visiting my Mother in Biloxi MS,(I lived in New Orleans at the time),I had gone to a friends apartment (who lived about one mile from the beach),long story short,we got caught in the storm,his apartment disintergrated and we had to run for cover through hip deep water and flying debrise in 100+ mile an hour winds.
Now,obviously I lived,but at that moment I was certian I was going to die..never been that scared in my life.