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originally posted by: Allaroundya4k
So today I though it would be good to have a thread on a topic that I am sure many here have had the unpleasant or pleasant experience of having.
I was told as a young dude by my great grandmother that when you should've passed and you didn't a mission has yet to be completed. And tbh for over 20yrs I never gave much thought into what she said or even death for that matter.
That all changed in 2013....just outside Durant, Oklahoma.
I will never forget that day and for many many years that day haunted me.
It took years of therapy to work past it but the struggle is still there but much easier and after years of reliving it I have found some comfort from it. I'm not sure if I get that from not dying or just from having an experience not many get to have.
Often times when I think about that day a certain warm feeling pours over me and then I get the chills.
Anyways do any of you guys get a similar feeling years after such a thing? And if you feel like it, how do you like coping with such an experience?
originally posted by: arcticshuffle
Dang, some of youse guys is crazeee.
The night was still and chilly, but the roads were dry and moonlit with only light patches of fog sitting in the dips. It was a familiar route too. Yet, just before five o’clock, after cresting a humpback bridge at Barnes Common, Gloria Jones suddenly lost control of the Mini on a sweeping left-hand bend, taking out a chain link fence and a steel-reinforced post, before careering into a sycamore tree on the opposite side of the road. They were less than a mile from their home.
First on the scene was Jones’s brother Richard and Vicky Aram, a singer friend of the couple, who had been following in a separate car some distance behind. As they came over the bridge Aram recalled seeing the crashed purple Mini, which looked like a “little beetle” in the moonlight, smoking but still on its wheels. Jones was alive but badly injured. However, Bolan was clearly dead, thrown from the vehicle and suffering fatal head injuries from an eyebolt that had protruded from the fencepost. His seat had been ripped off its mountings, rotated 180 degrees and pushed into the rear of the car. The passenger compartment had also been crushed. The engine parts and tranny tube were reportedly found scattered around the footwell. Neither had been wearing seatbelts.
Somehow in that moment of almost guaranteed demise time slowed down