What's the closest you've ever come to dying?

[BackDoc]

cancer

 

[Mad_maxx18]

was 15 years old....i was seeing if i could bench 225. I had a spotter, the jack ass wasnt paying attention & the bar came smashing down on my throat. People honestly thought I was dead.

 

[Bigsatan13]

I USED TO DO 150-155 MPH ON MY BIKE ACROSS A LONG BRIDGE GOING TO SCHOOL QUITE OFTEN. DONT KNOW HOW CLOSE I CAME TO DYING BUT I'M SURE ONE LITTLE MISTAKE AND I WAS DEAD.


ALSO, A FRIEND AND I WERE SHOOTING PISTOLS ONE DAY. HE THOUGHT HIS GUN WAS EMPTY AND AIMED IT AT MY FACE (NOT INTENTIONALLY THOUGH). HE PULLED THE TRIGGER. I HAVE NO CLUE OF KNOWING HOW CLOSE THAT BULLET CAME TO MY FACE BUT I'M POSITIVE IT WASNT MORE THAN AN INCH. EVEN HAD A LITTLE POWDER ON MY FACE. DAMN, I'M FREAKING OUT JUST THINKING ABOUT THAT SHIT.


KAYNE


PS---OH YEAH, GOT SHOT AT WHEN I USED TO HANG OUT IN SOME GHETTOS IN THE CITY.

Bet that left a skidmark in the underpants!

 

[rippedtrojan]

i was little, like 4 probably, was in the swimming pool and lost my little floating raft in the deep end. started drowning. my dad saw me and came and got me. i didn't drown.

 

[J-DAM]

I'll try to make it short..

Broke my foot before prom, so I took my mom's camcorder with me to remember the dance, since I'd be doing alot of sitting. After prom, there was a party at a friends house (in Imperial Beach, CA.. holla). Parked my car, left the camcorder on my seat (err).

Walking/hobbling to the party, a friend asks me what those people are doing in my car. I see 4-5 dudes going from my car to a house, carrying shit. I check my car, and the bastards stole my camcorder, tapes, and my fucking handicap placcard (WTF?!). I round up friends to confront said thieves, and we head to the house.

We ask to talk to them, one of the dudes cocks a gun. My friends yell "oh shit, he's got a gat!" and they scramble back to the house. Only thing is.. I have a broken foot, so I hobble back to my car. Classic horror movie fumbling of keys, I finally get in the car, fumble with keys more, look up, and see 4-5 vatos charging at me with bats, shovels, et al. They bust out my windows, tag me in the head/upper body a few times, and then I finally get out of there.

Doc said he was surprised that I didn't get knocked out.. I know if I did, they wouldn't have stopped stabbing me in the head with that shovel tip. I ended up with 12 stitches in the ear.. nothing too tragic.

I hope they didn't use that shovel to pick up poo though. Yucky poo ear.

 

[J-DAM]

Oh yeah.. worst part of it was having to wake up my parents from their sleep in a blood soaked tuxedo.

Below average.

 

[nevertoobig]

The usual crytpo-relgious, go-into-the-light, your-granny's-waiting thing. It was incredibly blissful. The thing that "saved" my life was my evil tongue. I had left my body and was watching them try to resuscitate me. My mother was in the room hysterical. Meanwhile, I was also tripping with the dead, being lead off who-knows-where. It crossed my mind that if I traveled any further I wouldn't be able to come back. Then I heard my mother say something that annoyed me so much I wanted to make a sarcastic reply -- but I knew I'd have to return to my body to do it. Sarcasm being irresistible, I "came back" to make the nasty remark. I most remember the terrible pain I felt "rejoining" my body as I gasped for breath to insult my mother.

I've never decided what to make of that experience. Ironically, years later, Raymond Moody, the psychiatrist who wrote the book on NDEs ("Life after Life"), became my professor. He thinks they are genuine encounters with spiritual realms, but I recall some research a few years back that demonstrated an NDE can be initiated by stimulating a certain part of the brain during surgery.

During the worst years of the AIDS epidemic I sat with many people -- probably a hundred or more -- while they died and there was pretty remarkable consistency to what they reported.

Wow..Stories like this really freak me out for some reason. I think it's the idea that I could be constantly watched.

Btw, whats your job?

 

[MrMuscle]

ok i got a couple.

Once when i was in the army, we were on the close combat field. You know, advancing on the enemy 2 shots t okill kinda stuff. We went i groups, 4 and 4. 4 parallell lanes. Running, ducking shooting, running, ducking shooting. So this one asshole had been drinking all night, and i dont know how the seargant hadnt noticed, he was in the lane on my right. After a couple of shots i for no reason felt uncofortable, and the hair stood on my back, so i lied down closer to the ground for my shot. Not before i had lied down i hear a shot whistle over my head. Now, we have shitty eq in boot camp. Not even kevlar helmet. So i look at the board on my left and see a hole blown off, and to my right i see the drunk guy aiming right for me. I jump and roll towards this guy, and just befoe he get of another shot i hit him in the face with the barrell of my AG-3. All the offciers comes running, asking what the hell is wrong with me, before the realize what was going on.

Another that also accoured in the army was when we were doing some team advancing. 1 MG and 3 Ag-3. Its basicaly advance and shoot, advance and shoot. And someway down the line, the MG guy looses it, and starts shooting while the rest of the team is advancing infront of him. We all lie falt, hoping the nutball will realize what is going on..but he doesnt. SO i have to creep around him, pick up a 2X4 and slam it across his back. He stopped then, and got sent home on the first flight. I still dont know to this day if he was faking it, or just lost it.

God i miss that shit

 

[2 ton hoss]

I USED TO BE A CRAB FISHERMAN. NO MORE NEEDS BE SAID RIGHT? WELL HERE ARE SOME STORIES ANYWAY. IVE BEEN SWEPT OVERBOARD IN THE BERING STRAIT MORE TIMES THAN I CAN COUNT. TWICE IN VERY HIGH SEAS, ALMOST DROWNED OR FROZE, COULDN'T TELL WHICH WAS HAPPENING. IVE BEEN KNOCKED UNCONSCIOUS BY SEVERAL TONS OF CRAB. IVE HAD TO AVOID MACHINERY WHILE WORKING ON FOUR DAYS OF NO SLEEP, AND HAD MANY CLOSE CALLS.

 

[Lumberg]

I was 17 and I was waiting to turn left at a green light in a Ford Escort behind a super jacked up Bronco. He decided to go so I was like "If he can go I can go, right?" Wrong. He had quickly ducked through right in front of a dump truck that caught me square. Shards of glass shower down on me, I do a 360, the whole 9. I was completely stunned for God knows how long. People were yelling at me and I just couldn't answer. If any of you play football it was like getting popped with a really good, clean hit.

Luckily he hit me on the passenger side so even though the car was totaled I was unscratched (well a little sore the next days but nothing compared to a good squat workout).

To this day I am VERY careful making left turns.

JC