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Cheating Death- Your Stories (1 Viewer)

Chadstroma

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Tell your I almost died or should have died or could have died stories here.

I have a few...

1) When I was a kid on a trip hiking we came across a rock formation that had plenty of exploring and climbing opportunties. At one spot there was a small ledge, just enough to get finger nails on, and a small footing. I started to see if I could climb holding with it. Not really paying attention, I did not notice I went off the ledge where there was about a 30 foot drop on to a bunch of nasty rocks until I did notice. Honestly, I am lucky that the fright did not cause me to fall. I was able to keep myself collected and move back towards the ledge and obviously made it but right towards the end I was losing my grip and would not have lasted much longer at all. If I fell, I am sure that I would have been killed.

2) Hunting as a kid I came across a rabbit. The rascal had evaded me before and I saw him again but before I could get a beed on him, he bolted around a large bush. I ran over to get a shot at him and as I did there was a downed tree. I went to hop over the tree which would not have been a problem but I did not see the branch over it that snagged my leg. I lurched forward head first towards the ground. The shotgun I had happened to head butt first to the ground. When it hit the ground the muzzle was as close as it could be without me looking down the barrel and it discharged. To this day, I am not sure how I did not catch at least one pellet from the shot. A slightly different angle, and I would have been a goner.

3) My first car was a Mustang. The chuch I went to was up in the hills and there was a road that snaked up to it. As young kids with cars are apt to do, I would normally go through the pass at higher than suggested speeds. On this particular day, I had forgotten that I had had a flat and was using my spare. Not the best in terms of handling. As I took a corner, the car went into a full spin. I was able to keep it on the road though I ended up doing a 180 finally resting at the extreme edge of the other lane. Another foot more and the car would have gone over the edge into a ravine that would have taken me down a good 20 feet or so and most likely not found for a very long time. If I was not killed right away the chances of me being found and rescued would not have been good as this was a fairly secluded area.

4) Last year right about this time, I woke up from a deep sleep with my skin feeling as if it was on fire. I freaked out and told my wife that I was going to the ER. She wanted to drive me but I did not want to wake up our kids. Half way there, I now believe that I had a panic attack and passed out. My truck does not have an auto pilot function so it went off the road and flipped. I started to come to enough to hear and feel the accident but not enough to really do anything about it. So much could have happened where I could have ended up having much more than a bad back for the year since.... there is water along the way, could have hit a tree or another car, I could have been hurt more just in the accident that actually happened.

But, I am still here. :D

 
When I was 12 years old my best friend and I thought it would be cool to slide all the way down a very tall (3-story) sand dune near our neighborhood. We carefully mapped out the "ideal" spot (where the dune had a shallow angle and a pathway that I could slide all the way down to the ground) and then hiked up the side of the dune until we reached the correct spot.

But I had miscalculated. Instead of sliding down down at the correct location, I ended up sliding off the side of a cliff.

If not for the giant pile of soft sand at the bottom of the cliff, I would have died instantly. Instead, I got a mouth full of sand.

My friend thought I had died, though. He ran home and told his mom, and they came back expecting to find my crumpled body at the bottom of the cliff. Instead, I was back at the top getting ready to slide down the dune again. My friend's mom put a stop to that, however. She made me go home although thankfully she did not tell my parents what I'd done.

 
My first car was also a mustang. 1966 coup, 289 V8 with shaved heads, double barreled carbs, racing cam, new rear, duel exhaust, you name it.

I was 16 with this monster. There are too many times I've cheated death driving home drunk from Denny's with friends/girls in the car.

Looking back, I have no idea why my parents let me own that thing or how anybody else's parents let them get in it with me. On one hand, the lack of power stearing and stock brake system, (who needs brakes?) combined with all that power turned me into one of the best drivers skillz-wise you'll ever meet, I did A LOT of stupid stuff. I would routinely perform J-turn and drift 90 degree corners at. 40-60 MPH in my old neighborhood.

So dumb and lucky I didn't ruin mine or more importantly some other kids life.

 
I thought I only had three of these but now that I think about it, I have five. I guess I'm lucky to be alive.

1) I don't remember how old I was - probably 6 or 7 - and I had gotten some stupid plastic ring out of one of those prize machines at the grocery store. The ones like a gumball machine but have little toys in plastic bubbles. I used to get NFL helmets out of them. Anyway......I had the ring in my mouth at home and was walking down the hall and I swallowed it. Couldn't breathe. At all. I ran back into the kitchen where my mom was and she did the Heimlich until I barfed it up on the floor. If she hadn't been home.........

2) Sometime around that same age I was taking swimming lessons. The pool had a shallow end and then a drop-off at the deep end. I managed to slip off the ledge and started going under. My dad was there to pick me up and had to jump in to save me. Not sure I would have drowned since there were a lot of other people there, but still a little scary.

3) When I was 10 or 11, my friends and I used to sled down a hill in the winter. It was sort of steep (for an 11-year old) and we would usually build up a little snow/ice ramp at the bottom to go flying up in the air after building up some speed. There was a small gravel road - one lane, I think you could almost call it an alley - at the bottom of the hill. One day I was going down the hill and as I was halfway down, I saw a car coming down the road. I wasn't smart enough as a kid to just fall off the inflatable tube I was on and instead went right into the side of the car. They saw me at the last minute and ended up driving off the road trying not to hit me. I was fine but if I'd gone down the hill about 5 seconds earlier I may have gone right in front of the car.

The next two are more recent, and now that I'm older and wiser they're really just accidents instead of me being a stupid kid.

4) About 6 years ago around Christmas I went to the mall during lunch to get some presents for my wife. Highway is 4 lanes each direction with a dividing wall between the two sides. I was a couple miles from the mall when traffic came to a quick stop. I didn't have to slam on my brakes but we stopped pretty quick. I was in the far right lane at the time, and when I looked in my rearview mirror I saw the truck coming. I don't think he even slowed down. When my car came to a stop, I was perpendicular to traffic in the far left lane. There wasn't a car within 20 feet of me. I don't know how I went across four lanes of traffic at lunchtime before Christmas and didn't get hit by someone else. Luckily I had stopped far enough back of the car in front of me that when I got hit, I went left (not sure if the tires were pointed that way or if I jerked the wheel when I got hit) instead of straight into the car in front of me. That probably would have killed me, but I walked away. My car didn't survive - was totaled.

5) A couple of years ago my wife and I had returned from Europe on a Friday afternoon. She had gotten the flu while we were there and was in pretty bad shape. I was fine all day Saturday and then on Sunday I was doing some laundry and got very light-headed. I laid down on the couch for a little bit to feel better and then went and sat on the bed. I told her I didn't think I had the flu but that I didn't feel very good. I went in to use the bathroom and the last thing I remember after that was standing up from the toilet. I woke up when the paramedics arrived.

Apparently she heard a thud and decided to come check on me. I was on the floor, a pool of blood by my head, and not responsive. She called 911 - said it only took 5-6 minutes for them to arrive. I found out later they asked me what day it was and who the President was - I got both right but don't remember that at all. Ended up with seven stitches in the side of my head. All of the tests were negative. The doctor said I likely got dehydrated from all of the travel, although that had never happened before.

I must have passed out as soon as I stood up and it's a long way to a tile floor. It's a good thing I didn't land face down or else they probably would have had to reconstruct my nose and teeth. I still could have cracked my skull or something like that.

I told my wife I'm never doing laundry again since it almost killed me. :D

 
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I've got a couple...Well...sort of.

I went to Woodstock 1999 with a girl I went to HS with. She had just graduated from HS, and I was in college. I think it was the summer before my Junior year. Anyway, I rode up there with just her, in her little Saturn sedan. I was excited for a week of music, drinking, and hopefully hooking up. Anyway, we get up there (8 hour drive from VA), and as I'm unpacking all the crap she brought, I realized I didn't see any poles for the tent (no pun intended). After arguing with her for a few minutes where she insisted that the one bag had everything, I realized we were #### out of luck with a tent and no poles. I managed to bum some rope off some guy, and convince another guy to slide his whole camp down a few feet so we could tie up to this branch. First day out, she goes and rolls in the mud pit right next to the tipped over porta potties. There goes my interest in hooking up as she's basically a dirty, muddy slob for the rest of the week. We're trying to leave, after a miserable, hot week, and she's arguing with me about which direction the car is parked in. I tell her I'm not lugging 150 lbs of crap in the wrong direction, and she can go get the car and bring it back. She comes back 30 minutes later and can't find it (because I know it's left, not right). I say stay with the stuff, and go to get the car. I find it, sit in the AC for 30 minutes, then go get her. I drive about 6 hours back, and she says she wants to drive for a few hours. Takes over, and as soon as we get back in I-81, we get a HUGE thunderstorm. She's flying down the passing lane in this storm, and we'd just passed a tractor trailer. She hits standing water, hydroplanes, and HITS THE BRAKES. WE slide about 30 degrees off-center to the right. I look out the side window and see trucker headlights. She somehow manages to get the car straight, puts one set of wheels in the grass, and slows down. I thought for sure I was dead. She pulls off the next exit and starts crying. I tell her to get in the back and I drive home. Literally got my stuff out of the car, said bye, and never talked to her again.

The only other one, also involves a car...I was racing a guy in a 911 on the highway at like 2 AM...I hit the speed governor in my G35, which is at about 154 mph. So so so so dumb. Not really cheating death, but all it would've taken is one tiny miscalculation and I'd be dead.

 
4) Last year right about this time, I woke up from a deep sleep with my skin feeling as if it was on fire. I freaked out and told my wife that I was going to the ER. She wanted to drive me but I did not want to wake up our kids. Half way there, I now believe that I had a panic attack and passed out. My truck does not have an auto pilot function so it went off the road and flipped. I started to come to enough to hear and feel the accident but not enough to really do anything about it. So much could have happened where I could have ended up having much more than a bad back for the year since.... there is water along the way, could have hit a tree or another car, I could have been hurt more just in the accident that actually happened.

But, I am still here. :D
Dude - you have to elaborate on this one. What the heck was wrong with you in the first place?

Oh and :lmao: :lmao: :lmao: @ the bolded part.

 
4) Last year right about this time, I woke up from a deep sleep with my skin feeling as if it was on fire. I freaked out and told my wife that I was going to the ER. She wanted to drive me but I did not want to wake up our kids. Half way there, I now believe that I had a panic attack and passed out. My truck does not have an auto pilot function so it went off the road and flipped. I started to come to enough to hear and feel the accident but not enough to really do anything about it. So much could have happened where I could have ended up having much more than a bad back for the year since.... there is water along the way, could have hit a tree or another car, I could have been hurt more just in the accident that actually happened.

But, I am still here. :D
Dude - you have to elaborate on this one. What the heck was wrong with you in the first place?

Oh and :lmao: :lmao: :lmao: @ the bolded part.
https://forums.footballguys.com/forum/index.php?/topic/709020-passed-out-and-totaled-my-truck/

The footnote version is that I started taking Niacin pills because I read that it could help with low good cholestrol. I was aware that a common side effect was what was called a "Niacin flush" which basically is all the symptoms I described that woke me up. I think if I was awake and it happened, I would have reasoned that that was what it was and everything would be fine- I would not have freaked out. Since it woke me up, my brain was not working at full steam and essentially I believe on the way there I had a panic attack due to a fear (embarrasingly so) that I was dying. Blood pressure dropped and I went out likely around 30 seconds or so. I started to come to enough to have a vague idea that I was in my truck and I could hear it going off road- and the vague sense that I was getting in a car accident. When the truck was on it's side in the middle of the road, I fully came to and watched a few cars drive by me. I could not find my cell phone and could not get out so the only other option I had was turning the hazard lights on which I thought was ridiculous at the time but was trying to do something. Finally, police then fire fighters came, cut the truck open and pulled me out and sent me off to the hospital. I am not taking Niacin pills anymore.

 
Every year or two we go to Barbados and stay in a hotel which is on the Atlantic Ocean side of the island. About 6 years ago when it was dusk and the ocean was a bit rough I was there with my family. I told my son (8 y.o. at the time) not to go in past mid-thigh. I was spending time on the beach with our 3 y.o. and occasionally looking in at my son. I hear him yell and see that he was being pulled out. I run in the water and grab him. Luckily he didn't panic and just had his arms around my neck.

I try to swim back to shore with him but can't make any headway. After a couple of minutes of trying to get in (wasn't smart enough to try going in diagonally) I had gotten extremely tired. I thought we were both going to die. I finally told him that I was going to throw him forward and for him to stay on the top of the water as best he can. I toss him toward shore and swim to him and we made it to shore. Those were the most terrifying moments of my life thinking my boy was going to drown.

 
1) When I was 7 I fell through the ice on the lake we lived on. To make matters worse, I was wearing full cold weather gear including snow boots and a huge parka. After bobbing around for a minute I was able to pull myself out. My brother, who was also with me and fell through at the same time, had to be rescued by a neighbor with a ladder.

2) In a college baseball game, playing catcher, I was blocking the plate awaiting an incoming throw and was plowed over by a runner trying to score. We hit head-to-head and I was unconscious for about 15 minutes. EMS was called and I was strapped to a board for hours in the ER. I remember none of it, or anything that happened the previous 24 hours or so... including an exam I had taken the day before. Had a massive headache for days. The runner was unscathed, and safe. :angry:

 
When I was about 2 y/o I fell off a 20' slide. Landed flat on my back (like how a wrestler takes a fall) and bounced right back up.

Mankind at Hell in a Cell has nothing on me :bowtie:

 
When I was about 2 y/o I fell off a 20' slide. Landed flat on my back (like how a wrestler takes a fall) and bounced right back up.

Mankind at Hell in a Cell has nothing on me :bowtie:
Little kids are crazy resilient. I learned to snowboard when I was 29. Never did any winter sports or "sliding/riding" sports (skiing, skateboarding, surfing, etc) I remember each and every fall feeling like the worst fall ever. I remember the pain of the previous day lasting for several days. I was on the verge of quitting before I got it.

What I also remember is watching the little 4-5 y/o's bomb down the hill at full speed and crash in a way that would have killed me, only to pop up, laugh, and do it again.

 
When I was about 2 y/o I fell off a 20' slide. Landed flat on my back (like how a wrestler takes a fall) and bounced right back up.

Mankind at Hell in a Cell has nothing on me :bowtie:
Little kids are crazy resilient. I learned to snowboard when I was 29. Never did any winter sports or "sliding/riding" sports (skiing, skateboarding, surfing, etc) I remember each and every fall feeling like the worst fall ever. I remember the pain of the previous day lasting for several days. I was on the verge of quitting before I got it.

What I also remember is watching the little 4-5 y/o's bomb down the hill at full speed and crash in a way that would have killed me, only to pop up, laugh, and do it again.
Oh yea, I'll never forget that fall and all I can think is how lucky I am that it happened at that age. Would probably handicap me for life if it happened today. Instead it was just a little dizziness and confusion (or shock?) and then back to playing.

 
I should have definitely been killed via car accident twice while dating the same girl in HS/College...

In HS... were at her house and her friend was coming to pick us up for a party. We ended up getting in a fight and decided to not go when her friend arrived. I would have had shotgun, GF would have been behind me. The car left and a few miles down the road was T-boned badly in an intersection, completely caving in the entire passenger side of the car. Because we were going to join them, the other girl in the car was drivers-side back seat instead of shotgun and escaped with minor injuries. Had she moved up to the front seat she'd likely been killed. As it was, our seats on passenger side were vacant for the collision.

2 years later, I was at college and was going to ride back home with a buddy to see her that weekend. Again, we got in a fight on the phone as my buddy was on his way down to my room to meet up then leave. I got pissed and hung up on her and decided not to go. My buddy left and drove home. When 15 mins from home it was pouring and he hydroplaned and hit a concrete bridge rail so hard he nearly cut his car in half, completely destroying the passenger side, then the car careened down a gulley into a stream. passenger side underwater. He was badly hurt to the point he needed many surgery and years to be able to walk correctly again. Still has a limp 20+ years later.

The girl and I broke up a few months after that :lol:

 
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Almost three years ago, two days after Christmas, I had a sore throat. Went to bed and woke up around midnight, because I couldn't sleep from the soreness. So as not to wake my wife, I went out to the couch.

At some point I fell back to sleep. I woke up suddenly at 3 AM unable to breathe. I was panicked and because I was panackingn the first thing I did was run to the fridge hoping some cold water might help. I took a drink and the water just filled my mouth and it poured down the front of me. It wouldn't go down my throat.

U ran into the bedroom and just banged on the bed to wake my wife up. I was gasping and pointing to my throat. We had a 2-year-old and she was 5 months pregnant at the time. God love hern she immediately jumped up and said, "Can't you breathe? I'll call 911!" and grabbed her phone off the nightstand.

The ambulance company had moved into a temporarily because of a flood amd they were a mile and a half away. They were there in minutes. They gave me an epipen and oxygen. The oxygen level in my blood was 66%. I learned later that mid-70s is deadly.

Turned out to be a virus called supraglotitis. An inflammation of a muscle in the throat that causes the muscle to swell and fill your throat. 1 in 200,000 get it and it has a fatality rate of 1 in 5.

Had my wife not reacted without asking questions (if I was choking, what could she do, etc.) or if the ambulance company had not been so close, it could have been a very different outcome.

 
Another car accident one:

I was leaving my child's parent teacher conference and heading home. Got on the freeway and that is the last thing I remember until the EMT was talking to me. Come to find out I had a seizure, rolled my car 7 times through the median and got hit head on by another car. Was told that if I would have been wearing my seatbelt my chances of survival would have been minimal. The roof of the car was even with the hood. I ended up breaking my collar bone and breaking every bone in my one foot. Dr told me I probably should have lost my foot, but 8 surgeries later I still have it even though it doesn't look the best.

One of the reasons I am not a big believer in seat belts, but patrol doesn't find it too interesting when I tell them the story, so 2 seat belt tickets later, I wear it.

 
Another car accident one:

I was leaving my child's parent teacher conference and heading home. Got on the freeway and that is the last thing I remember until the EMT was talking to me. Come to find out I had a seizure, rolled my car 7 times through the median and got hit head on by another car. Was told that if I would have been wearing my seatbelt my chances of survival would have been minimal. The roof of the car was even with the hood. I ended up breaking my collar bone and breaking every bone in my one foot. Dr told me I probably should have lost my foot, but 8 surgeries later I still have it even though it doesn't look the best.

One of the reasons I am not a big believer in seat belts, but patrol doesn't find it too interesting when I tell them the story, so 2 seat belt tickets later, I wear it.
1st - Glad you survived that one.

2nd - I've got a buddy who had a similar story...Rolled a truck and was thrown out. Truck was completely trashed, he walked away. Refuses to wear a seatbelt to this day, even after I show him countless stats and proof that, while in his case, he was saved by not wearing one, there are 50 other cases where people would be dead were they NOT wearing them.

 
Back in my skydiving days, we were in a Cessna 206, which held six jumpers plus the pilot. In jump planes, the seats are removed and the skydivers sit on the floor of the plane. We were climbing to 10,000 feet, and and at 1500 feet the stall warning goes off. The pilot tries to restart the engine, and yells at the jumpers to exit. 1500 feet is low to get out at, but we started piling out. I was in the back of the plane, and for some reason I couldn't move. I realize I still had my seatbelt buckled. I finally exited and opened my chute and 900 feet. The pilot was able to restart the engine and land OK.

 
Sophomore year of college. Me and a friend are going to this girl's dorm room to try and hook up with her and her friend. They want strawberry margaritas so naturally we stop to get the fixins. We get there and they realize their blender is in the next room over and the girl that lives there went home for the weekend. Instead of asking other rooms if anyone had a blender, I decide I'm going to break into the blender room.

They're on the 5th floor of the dorm. I climb out the window onto a ledge that's maybe 18 inches deep. I shimmy across the ledge....in a light rain.....and I had a few in me already. I get to the window and smash it with my elbow. Unlock it and climb in to get the blender.

I get butterflies in my stomach (just did) every single time I tell that story or think about it. I was a drunken rainy slip away from being a splattered mess on the pavement.

 
2/20/03 - Was suppose to go to see a band that night with a friend from work. As she was about to leave to pick me up, her babysitter called about a family emergency and she wouldn't be able to babysit that night. Unable to find anyone else on short notice, she tells me she can't make it. I had been getting high all day playing video games and decided I would just go to the show alone. About 5 minutes into the 70 minute drive from NH to RI, I realized I was TOO high to drive, turned around, and went home. Called a few other friends to see if they wanted to go, but no takers. Ended up just watching a couple movies and going to sleep.

Next day, woke up to my friend calling saying how lucky we were to be alive since the venue had burned down. 100 people ended up dying in the fire that night. Since then, whenever I enter a building, first thing I look for is an alternate exit than the way I entered a building.

 
when I was in college in NY, we used to go to Niagra Falls (Canadian side) on occasion to see the "ballet". Returning home one night, after quite a few Molson XXX, we stopped at the falls at 2:00AM or so. I did one of these numbers (first 5 seconds). After that, we hopped over the fence into a ledge right next to the falls, and I proceeded to urinate directly into the falls.

 
Had a non-organic food for breakfast that I can't certify if it was genetically modified or not.

 
Riding in the back seat of the family car when I was 6 years old. My dad made a last-minute decision to turn off the road to stop at a grocery store. As soon as we turned off the road, an 18-wheeler rear-ended the car that had been in front of us, killing everyone inside.

 
I was working in mom and pop store in the middle of nowhere. I asked this guy if they were getting any rain because I saw this guy was from Dallas. I will never forget what he said. "What business is it of yours where I am from friendo." I mean WTF, who says friendo? He really creeped me out and he asked me to call heads or tails on a coin he flipped. Totally weird but I think he was up to no good.

 
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2/20/03 - Was suppose to go to see a band that night with a friend from work. As she was about to leave to pick me up, her babysitter called about a family emergency and she wouldn't be able to babysit that night. Unable to find anyone else on short notice, she tells me she can't make it. I had been getting high all day playing video games and decided I would just go to the show alone. About 5 minutes into the 70 minute drive from NH to RI, I realized I was TOO high to drive, turned around, and went home. Called a few other friends to see if they wanted to go, but no takers. Ended up just watching a couple movies and going to sleep.

Next day, woke up to my friend calling saying how lucky we were to be alive since the venue had burned down. 100 people ended up dying in the fire that night. Since then, whenever I enter a building, first thing I look for is an alternate exit than the way I entered a building.
You were going to see Whitesnake? Like on purpose?

 
I was working in mom and pop store in the middle of nowhere. I asked this guy if they were getting any rain because I saw this guy was from Dallas. I will never forget what he said. "What business is it of yours where I am from friendo." I mean WTF, who says friendo? He really creeped me out and he asked me to call heads or tails on a coin he flipped. Totally weird but I think he was up to no good.
Liar. That's from a movie or something.

 
2/20/03 - Was suppose to go to see a band that night with a friend from work. As she was about to leave to pick me up, her babysitter called about a family emergency and she wouldn't be able to babysit that night. Unable to find anyone else on short notice, she tells me she can't make it. I had been getting high all day playing video games and decided I would just go to the show alone. About 5 minutes into the 70 minute drive from NH to RI, I realized I was TOO high to drive, turned around, and went home. Called a few other friends to see if they wanted to go, but no takers. Ended up just watching a couple movies and going to sleep.

Next day, woke up to my friend calling saying how lucky we were to be alive since the venue had burned down. 100 people ended up dying in the fire that night. Since then, whenever I enter a building, first thing I look for is an alternate exit than the way I entered a building.
You were going to see Whitesnake? Like on purpose?
I vaguely remember this story, but I didn't think it was Whitesnake...could be wrong.

 
2/20/03 - Was suppose to go to see a band that night with a friend from work. As she was about to leave to pick me up, her babysitter called about a family emergency and she wouldn't be able to babysit that night. Unable to find anyone else on short notice, she tells me she can't make it. I had been getting high all day playing video games and decided I would just go to the show alone. About 5 minutes into the 70 minute drive from NH to RI, I realized I was TOO high to drive, turned around, and went home. Called a few other friends to see if they wanted to go, but no takers. Ended up just watching a couple movies and going to sleep.

Next day, woke up to my friend calling saying how lucky we were to be alive since the venue had burned down. 100 people ended up dying in the fire that night. Since then, whenever I enter a building, first thing I look for is an alternate exit than the way I entered a building.
You were going to see Whitesnake? Like on purpose?
I vaguely remember this story, but I didn't think it was Whitesnake...could be wrong.
Great White, I think

 
1) 2006 Presidents Weekend - Yuma -

Went out with a group of 20 to ATV out in Yuma. First time on an ATV.

Friend gave son and I an hour lesson. At the end of the lesson, dropped five feet down into a valley. Then went about 50 yards and we decided to climb a nice hill on the left. Slightly challenging. We get to the top of the hill and double back across the top. Going two MPH, my buddy in front of me turns around and asks where are boys are. We see them.

I then think to myself, well I just came up the hill back there, I'll go down here. Problem was that down here was a 40-foot cliff straight down. I blanked out two feet into the fall and came to two feet before I slammed into the ground. Maybe a second or two. My left rear/hip slammed into the ground. I broke a few ribs and had a hole in my lung. The 450lb ATV then bounced over me and then fell back and landed on my right leg. Buddy yanked it off me.

I landed about 40 feet away from the cliff. I sat up, pissed at myself, took off my helmet and winged it as hard as I could towards the cliff wall. I was in insane pain. The helmet hit what was like a speed bump of sand about two feet from the wall, bounced up and hit the wall.

For a few months, we could not figure out how I wound up 40 feet away from the base of the cliff. And then we figured it out.

The night before it hand rained slightly and with the wind, had formed that "speed bump of sand" at the base off the cliff. The ATV hit the inside of it and catapulted me the forty feet. The ATV then tumbled over and over a few times until it bounced over me, and then landed on me upside down on me.

My left side was all black with a little blue for four months. Could not lay flat on my bed and spent all day in a recliner and could only get up to use restroom. All I have now is a softball size scar tissue in left hip area that I get therapy on every two weeks still.

2) November 2009.

Had two blood clots in my lungs and hundreds in my right leg. Lungs were 90% blocked. Saw pics in Jan 2010 after lung was back to 100%. When discovered, doctor walked in and said, "I've never had a conversation with a person whose chart looked like this." I could not walk across the room for six months. A year later I could walk up and down the block. 18 months ago I was given the OK to do as much as I want, as long as I can do the same amount the next day. I still tire pretty quickly.

 
2/20/03 - Was suppose to go to see a band that night with a friend from work. As she was about to leave to pick me up, her babysitter called about a family emergency and she wouldn't be able to babysit that night. Unable to find anyone else on short notice, she tells me she can't make it. I had been getting high all day playing video games and decided I would just go to the show alone. About 5 minutes into the 70 minute drive from NH to RI, I realized I was TOO high to drive, turned around, and went home. Called a few other friends to see if they wanted to go, but no takers. Ended up just watching a couple movies and going to sleep.

Next day, woke up to my friend calling saying how lucky we were to be alive since the venue had burned down. 100 people ended up dying in the fire that night. Since then, whenever I enter a building, first thing I look for is an alternate exit than the way I entered a building.
You were going to see Whitesnake? Like on purpose?
I vaguely remember this story, but I didn't think it was Whitesnake...could be wrong.
Great White, I think
Oh...yeah...even worse.

 
I was working in mom and pop store in the middle of nowhere. I asked this guy if they were getting any rain because I saw this guy was from Dallas. I will never forget what he said. "What business is it of yours where I am from friendo." I mean WTF, who says friendo? He really creeped me out and he asked me to call heads or tails on a coin he flipped. Totally weird but I think he was up to no good.
Liar. That's from a movie or something.
The movie was based on my life.

 
when I was in college in NY, we used to go to Niagra Falls (Canadian side) on occasion to see the "ballet". Returning home one night, after quite a few Molson XXX, we stopped at the falls at 2:00AM or so. I did one of these numbers (first 5 seconds). After that, we hopped over the fence into a ledge right next to the falls, and I proceeded to urinate directly into the falls.
You dressed in tights and put on a red cape?

 
Sophomore year of college. Me and a friend are going to this girl's dorm room to try and hook up with her and her friend. They want strawberry margaritas so naturally we stop to get the fixins. We get there and they realize their blender is in the next room over and the girl that lives there went home for the weekend. Instead of asking other rooms if anyone had a blender, I decide I'm going to break into the blender room.

They're on the 5th floor of the dorm. I climb out the window onto a ledge that's maybe 18 inches deep. I shimmy across the ledge....in a light rain.....and I had a few in me already. I get to the window and smash it with my elbow. Unlock it and climb in to get the blender.

I get butterflies in my stomach (just did) every single time I tell that story or think about it. I was a drunken rainy slip away from being a splattered mess on the pavement.
So? Did you get any? :excited:

 
Sophomore year of college. Me and a friend are going to this girl's dorm room to try and hook up with her and her friend. They want strawberry margaritas so naturally we stop to get the fixins. We get there and they realize their blender is in the next room over and the girl that lives there went home for the weekend. Instead of asking other rooms if anyone had a blender, I decide I'm going to break into the blender room.

They're on the 5th floor of the dorm. I climb out the window onto a ledge that's maybe 18 inches deep. I shimmy across the ledge....in a light rain.....and I had a few in me already. I get to the window and smash it with my elbow. Unlock it and climb in to get the blender.

I get butterflies in my stomach (just did) every single time I tell that story or think about it. I was a drunken rainy slip away from being a splattered mess on the pavement.
So? Did you get any? :excited:
Nope! My elbow was wrecked and bloody from smashing the window and the girls thought I was insane.

Additionally, when the girls who's room I broke into came back on Sunday, they reported the room being broken into and told the RA all this stuff had been stolen. Jewelry, money, etc. I didn't take a single thing other than that blender. Big investigation and, amazingly, the two margarita girls kept their mouths shut on it all.

 
Some of these are insane. My worst that I know of was driving down Route 206 in the backwoods of Jersey after midnight and a deer coming out of nowhere. Snapped the car around it skidded off the road and stopped in front of a pole. No injuries, no damage and no other cars. Just dumb deer and my heart going a billion beats a minute.

 
Mine is in the suicide thread. Briefly, I took 33 ambien pills, 55 klonopin pills, and washed them down with about 20 beers and some scotch. Very lucky to be here.

 
This past February my engine blew on the freeway. I was coasting slowly in the right lane around a blind curve up against a soundwall with no shoulder to pull onto. The cars behind me slowed to get around me and acted as my blocker. Luckily, I cleared the soundwall and a huge shoulder opened up for me to pull over just as the traffic behind me in my lane had cleared. Within 10 seconds, traffic was flying around that curve in my lane at 65-70mph.

 
Slid down one of those long ### metro escalators drunk-ish at 1 or 2 AM in DC. Was going approximately one million miles per hour at the bottom. Dismounted and 'stuck' the landing in flip flops. Damage - lots of blood, two likely-fractured big toes, and eventually one lost toenail. Coulda been worse. The people going up the other escalator definitely thought I was going to die.

Several FBG's witnessed the events.

 
Slid down one of those long ### metro escalators drunk-ish at 1 or 2 AM in DC. Was going approximately one million miles per hour at the bottom. Dismounted and 'stuck' the landing in flip flops. Damage - lots of blood, two likely-fractured big toes, and eventually one lost toenail. Coulda been worse. The people going up the other escalator definitely thought I was going to die.

Several FBG's witnessed the events.
:lmao: Damn, how long ago was this?

 
Slid down one of those long ### metro escalators drunk-ish at 1 or 2 AM in DC. Was going approximately one million miles per hour at the bottom. Dismounted and 'stuck' the landing in flip flops. Damage - lots of blood, two likely-fractured big toes, and eventually one lost toenail. Coulda been worse. The people going up the other escalator definitely thought I was going to die.

Several FBG's witnessed the events.
:lmao: Damn, how long ago was this?
Early/mid June.

 
Slid down one of those long ### metro escalators drunk-ish at 1 or 2 AM in DC. Was going approximately one million miles per hour at the bottom. Dismounted and 'stuck' the landing in flip flops. Damage - lots of blood, two likely-fractured big toes, and eventually one lost toenail. Coulda been worse. The people going up the other escalator definitely thought I was going to die.

Several FBG's witnessed the events.
:lmao: Damn, how long ago was this?
Early/mid June.
I blame it all on Foos.

 
A long time ago we were visiting my grandparents, my father parked the car on a hill(driveway). They left m my 3 year old brother in the car, why I have no idea. He kicked it out of gear.

I was down at the end of the driveway when the car struck me, and came to rest on me. My parents were in the house, when my uncle started to scream for help. My father and another uncle came out and seen that I was crushed under the car then ran over two lift it off of me, while my father pulled me out.

He said I was bloody from blood coming out from my pores of my skin and that I wasn't breathing and had no pulse. He then started CPR and after a while a started to breathe and come around. He then tried to hand me to my mother so he could take us to the. Hospital but she refused to hold me. So he said he threw me in the front seat and took off without her. Was in the hospital for two weeks, but pulled through it.

Sucky thing about this is the incredible back pain, I've had to deal with my whole life. It will probably be what kills me.

 

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