Escaped death lately?

G-Day Ladies and Gents , Heres my Question to you ,
and please do not take the question too lightly ,
But first ill share something , When i was young there are a few times i escaped possible death situations ,
Once was when i was leaving school pulling monos on my sisters pushbike and apparently the front wheel came off and i went head first into the curb/gutter , and knocked me out cold , one of the students on the bus screamed so loud the bus stopped and i was taken to sick bay .
Another time i was sliding down the stair rail on my stomach above a Hotel guest area , i was about 6 yrs old when i went to jump on the the rail ,only this time i jumped too high and went str8 over and fell head first into the foyer , landed on the only couch no one was sitting in , the receptionist screamed and nearly had a heart attack ,
the people were astounded as i brushed it off and ran to the restaurant ,
One more time i wanted my mum to take me to the family business for soda , she said no !so i rode off 5 km across the small town I was living , when half way there my mum came past in the car , beeping and laughing at me , i was so upset that i pulled into the middle of the road ready to turn back ,all of a sudden a white hatchback screamed past me on the other side of the road beeping and screatching as it just missed me by an inch , that was lucky .

Im now in my 30's and i guess im pretty thankful im still around ,

Any one else done a Harry Houdini in real life

Am i even in the right thread ?

Oh well look forward to ya storys

reply to post by StaceyWilson


Back in mid 2007 on my second deployment to Iraq. My humvee was struck by a vehical born IED. If I was any taller or facing the dump truck to a certain angle I would most likely have been dead instead of badly injured. Although the humvee was badly damaged, it was still able to get towed away from the bomb site. Its strange how one can survive certain events and live for another day however the VBIED was about 75 to 100 meters away when it blew up. The only injuries I sustained was perforated eardrums and very bad bruising. Other then that after a month I recovered with some loss of hearing. There were other times as well but this one was the closest yet.

i was recently pulled from a building that was on fire. The neighbors told me that the floor was too hot to crawl on, and the smoke was so thick they could not see.

After several attempts to find me without luck, they almost gave up but heard either me or my dog cough.

literally one or two more minutes and i'd be gone. it made the news too www.wnep.com...

Recently i was standing outside looking at our gutters, as they were so full of ice. About 14 inches, and it was wreaking havoc on them and the roof. While i was looking the entire gutter system and ice came loose and fell less than an inch from my head.

i know there are more, but it's late. I'm starting to realize that i may be lucky!!

reply to post by StaceyWilson


i survived the most helpless time of anyones life..

i should have been an abortion,, that was the first choice,,
but was given up for adoption... instead..

45 or so odd years later, i still thank my lucky stars..

does that count?

Originally posted by BadBoYeed
i was recently pulled from a building that was on fire. The neighbors told me that the floor was too hot to crawl on, and the smoke was so thick they could not see.

After several attempts to find me without luck, they almost gave up but heard either me or my dog cough.

literally one or two more minutes and i'd be gone. it made the news too www.wnep.com...

Recently i was standing outside looking at our gutters, as they were so full of ice. About 14 inches, and it was wreaking havoc on them and the roof. While i was looking the entire gutter system and ice came loose and fell less than an inch from my head.

i know there are more, but it's late. I'm starting to realize that i may be lucky!!

Whoa there Mr. Gibbs, Thats pretty damn wild!! Hook me up with some of those wings to!

When i was young, about 6 or so, i almost died from choking on a hot dog. Grandma spotted me chocking after a few mins (i was trying to unchoke myself without any help) and i can remember almost passing out before it finally shot out of my mouth.

When i was around 7-8, i can remember going across the street to an ice cream truck, getting my ice cream then passing the truck again to go home, only this time a car actually hit me, sent me to the floor and tore me up pretty bad. I remember i got up, walked home and my brother was freaking out. probably the two times i think i was closest to meeting my maker.

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I have had many similar occurrences in my life, too many to count to be honest . . . many that I can't talk about. I believe in intervention without a doubt, in my belief that intervention is spiritual in nature, God.

reply to post by StaceyWilson


Good stories guys,

I have been in two near fatals and walked away,
First one was when i was younger and a bit mental,I was riding my pushy at night flat out,no lights and
dressed all black,rode through a t intersection not looking and had a car collect me,fortunately the timing
was not too bad,he hit my back wheel with the front bumper (Fender) and i flew,literally,through the air across the road into some bushes,You know those moments when it all slows down?,Well i had that and i distinctly remember two things that i thought,One was"I am flying like Superman",The other was,"This is gonna hurt",
Amazingly it didn't,i suffered no wounds for a thirty foot launch and my bike was cool too,the dude that hit me screeched to a halt,got out and come running to me as i was getting up asking if i was ok,i told him i was but that he looked a bit pale...

The other time,on my pushy going to work and i rode out against a red light not looking (Like i said,a bit mental)
guy hits me side on at about 60kays,i land on his windscreen spread out completely shattering it,my bike smashes his headlights,both indicators and dents everywhere,wrecked the front of his car,He finally stops and i sit up,swing my legs over the fender,pull out a smoke and look at him,he is sitting there in his seat staring at me,white as a ghost and shaking,jaw dropped,his window is open so i say"better get out mate,I'm ok but your car's a mess...
i got a small graze on my hip somehow but that was it and my bike was still rideable.

The ironic thing about that indecent,He was taking his car to the Panel Beaters as his wife had backed into someone the week before and he was taking it to get fixed.

I am watched over.

Violet.

About nine years ago my mother and I were driving on an icy road. She lost control and the car was spinning in tight circles toward the other lane. We could see a semi that was heading right for us. Our car actually started to slow down facing the semi. I couldn't even comprehend what was going on.

But then, a strong gust of wind hit the car and made us crash into a field.

We sat there for about 20 minutes laughing our asses off and crying at the same time.


Another one: Two years ago my house caught on fine. And...we were asleep when it started. I woke up to someone pounding on all the windows of the house. My neighbor had saw the smoke from his kitchen and ran to check on us. In the house there was no sign of smoke but there was a strange smell. We checked everywhere inside for the fire and our neighbor went outside to look, too. We had just about given up when I heard a strange sound. My son, one at the time, had just woken up and I was picking him up when it happened. I looked at the ceiling and thought it looked different so I reached up to touch it.

The ceiling was hot and melting. And it was right above my son's bed. If our neighbor hadn't woken us up, the ceiling would have caved in right into his crib.

Needless to say: That guy is my hero.

And (sorta) another one: Our baby monitors had somehow became unplugged. (Tripping over the cord in the dark during a nightly pee).

We were sound asleep when the fire alarm in our room beeped. And it was loud. We jumped up and started to look for the fire. (Just after the house fire) We heard another beep, but it was from my sons room. I ran in there and found him shivering with a 104 degree temperature. It was only a viral infection, but I don't want to think about what would've happened if we hadn't woken up in time.

And the fire alarms? They were brand new...and electric. So it wasn't the batteries dying that cause the beep.

Yeah ,This is amazing , just awesome to know how many people escaped such a terrible fate of Death , They say Games are won in inches , somehow i think Life is won in inches too lol,
I wonder ? would any of this be classified as near death experience, just without the floating and astral travel ?
I dont know but near- death has changed my life on multiple levels .
And im honored to communicate with others who have escaped death , just awesome

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Glad you healed with minimal damage
May sound like a stupid question but...do you feel an edge in some of the things you do?
Man , somedays im zenning hard , aka In the Zone , and the wierd thing is , it feels like survival drivin this as opposed to mental structure , ie. euphoric rushes , its not 24/7 , but it comes around 2-3 times a month , does anyone connect with that information ?

reply to post by StaceyWilson


Well , I have been out since last august and im getting use to being a civilian again but the only times i felt on edge were on patrols. Its one thing to get shot at but even worse when you get blown by hidden IED's on nearly any route you take. Seems like nothing is worse then a 155mm HE round exploding on the side of your vehical wondering if you dead or alive once the smoke and dust clears. Im just glad to be home alive.

Im sure the Iraqis and other people in the world have it worst then me, just saying from personal experience on the struggle of life in the streets.

almost 30 years ago I drove off the side of a hill - my girlfriend was thrown out of the car & was fortunate to escape with "only" a broken pelvis.

I was completely drunk at the time - but I remember hanging upside down in hte seatbelt hearing the petrol dribbling out of the tank behind me, and watching teh headlights play on the opposite side of hhte small gulley I was in - thinking the Biggles always turned off the ignition switches jsut before he crashed.....honest - I did!! - so I turned the car off.

Somehow I climbed out with some scratches on my back - afterwards when I looked at the car the roof on my side was compacted to 6-8" of the window sills - the passenger side was completely flat.

Does that count?

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Yeah bro ,that counts big time ! Glad to see you made it out and ya girl Ive been done on a DUI so im in no position to judge your drunk driving , cause once upon a time i did it .

When I was 18 my heart stopped for about 15 minutes. Full on cardiac arrest. Dead.

I had a congenital heart defect that caused me to have arrhythmia (irregular heart rhythms) and had one on this particular night. I called 911 and arrested shortly after the paramedics arrived. They performed CPR and transported me to the emergency room where I was resuscitated. Technically the ER doc should have called my time of death by that point but, I am told, he broke protocol and kept working on me because I was young and he did not want to lose a young patient.

I spent 3 days in a coma, woke up, underwent heart surgery to try and fix the problem that had caused the arrest (unsuccessfully) and continued living.

9 years later I received a phone call, from my cardiologist. A procedure had been developed to cure my problem, done with a catheter, and on an outpatient basis. A few hours on a table - a few hours in a recovery room... Cured. I went from living, for 15 straight years, in constant danger of sudden death, and taking several different medications - to totally cured, with no medications or risks - in less than a day.

Odd stuff.

~Heff

Great stories. I have a few my self.

3 years old, I manged to climb up on the roof of our 2 story house during my brothers B-day party being held in the front yard. I walked to the edge of the roof and shouted, "Hey! Look at me!". My mom almost fainted.

6 years old, was running though a parking lot at night and tripped and ate the road hard, knocked me out, I was lucky my parents were there, I was a bloody mess and still have a nice scar from it.

10 years old, was visiting my dad since my parents had split up. He went psycho one night and started stabbing the walls with a butcher knife and yelling at me (he's not right in the head). Man I got out of that house fast.

I've almost been hit by a car at least 7 times while crossing the street on foot. 4 times while driving, and I'm a good driver. =)

About 4 years ago I was visiting my sister and was asked to run to the neighbor's to grab her phone. It was dark out and raining. So my dumb ass goes running and there was a long metal stake that's used to hold up growing trees. It was bent. I ran into it, it went right in my mouth and hit the back of my throat.
I'm lucky it wasn't an eye. I treated the wound my self, but that night I couldn't sleep, I was in so much pain.

About a year ago I was out drinking at a friend's house, then we decided to walk to the bar. Crossing a busy road I tripped and fell hard on my head. I remember seeing a truck coming at me slamming on it's breaks as I was trying to get my bearings, I just couldn't get up. Then my good friend picked me up and got me off the road.

Man, why am I still alive?

i escape death everyday--

I'LL DIE WHEN I'M DEAD.

seriously, who cares or worries about dying? it's gonna happen. if you can prolong it, be my guest i guess. sometimes evading death isn't living at all though. just be the best person you can and it won't matter how you go.

get busy livin' or get busy dyin'

Would term it a reprieve rather than escape - everyone dies eventually..
Was declared dead twice by army doctors back in the 60s after was seriously wounded in action in vietnam (on different tours). Have been told that Ive the "luck of the devil" as on numerous times over the years beat the odds and walked away.. Not my time yet...

Yes, many times... I ride a motorbike. There was another time, I was walking home from school with my friends, and I was ranting on about how every moment could be the last moment of our lives, just as I was saying that, a car came speeding down the road and I was about one metre from being run over.... Talk about irony...

In April of 2007 I was hit head on by an SUV while riding my motorcycle. I died twice on the scene while waiting for AirCare. I spent almost a month in ICU while they kept operating on my left leg in order to save it. After numerous operations, they were able to save it, although it will never be 100% again, at least I can still walk with a limp.

The SUV was going way too fast for the 45 degree curve and I knew he was. I held all the way over to my edge of the road, but he was on my side. Wasn't anything I could do accept watch him plow into me. The last thing I remember is right before he hit me, then waking up in ICU the next day in severe pain with a giant hole in my leg. It took me over a year to recover.

The really ironic thing is that all of the above posters have really died and this is just the "purgatory" of our making. Of course there are some accommodations based on others so often we seem to misplace ourselves in too much drama that is not our own, but this is our Purgatory we only need to find the doorway out of here!