I made the mistake of going for a ride with a slightly crazy friend of mine who'd just gotten his liscence.
Second or third turn we made, he hung a right doing about 45 and drifted into the left lane, heading right straight into an oncoming car. Luckily he swerved quick back into our lane, then back into the left lane to avoid going off the road on the right lane.
The rest of the night he drove below the speed limit, it was pretty crazy.
geez, I was gonna pipe in about how I just almost got clipped by an SUV that turned without putting its blinker on, but after Burr's story, I just want to curl up in a ball and cry <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif'><!--endemo-->
A kid at my high school had meningitis... I forget what the last part is... sounds like 'suphacocous' or something.
Anyway, he's out playing football and collapses. They rush him to the hospital, his spleen is a complete mess, and he ended up loosing 8 out of 10 fingers, one leg at the knee and one foot... saddest thing I've ever seen.
yes, I can make almost anybody depressed with that story, and if your male, I can make you CRINGE IN PAIN due to the fact that not once, not twice, but THREE times I had to have a cathoder (sp?) tube put in.
For those of you not knowledgeable to medical mumbo-jumbo, a cathoder tube is a tube a little bit smaller than a fast food straw insterted into your bladder through the urinal tract...in other words, it goes in someplace that should only be used as an exit.
Nurse: "You will feel ONLY a slight pinch" Me: "OMG YOU freaking **** THAT HURT!!
Zig...I am Captain Planet!Join Date: 2002-10-23Member: 1576Members
<!--QuoteBegin--DiscoZombie+Dec 1 2003, 09:04 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (DiscoZombie @ Dec 1 2003, 09:04 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> geez, I was gonna pipe in about how I just almost got clipped by an SUV that turned without putting its blinker on, but after Burr's story, I just want to curl up in a ball and cry <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif'><!--endemo--> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> me too ;_;
Zig...I am Captain Planet!Join Date: 2002-10-23Member: 1576Members
<!--QuoteBegin--Burr+Dec 1 2003, 09:09 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Burr @ Dec 1 2003, 09:09 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> yes, I can make almost anybody depressed with that story, and if your male, I can make you CRINGE IN PAIN due to the fact that not once, not twice, but THREE times I had to have a cathoder (sp?) tube put in.
For those of you not knowledgeable to medical mumbo-jumbo, a cathoder tube is a tube a little bit smaller than a fast food straw insterted into your bladder through the urinal tract...in other words, it goes in someplace that should only be used as an exit.
Nurse: "You will feel ONLY a slight pinch" Me: "OMG YOU freaking **** THAT HURT!! <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> AIEEEEEEE T-T
Yes, i was in one 2-3 years ago. i was in the front seat of a 3 car accident, air bag burnt my knee caps to the point where the firsdt layer of skin was off, i smashed my head against the side window, couldnt breathe for about 5 seconds, opened the door, unbluckled by seatbelt and fell out of the car. luckily there were many people on the streets so they helped me, my mom, and my brother and the others in the two cars out and called ambulences out. all i gotta say is thank god i was wearing a seatbelt
I went over a humpback bridge at 60 miles per hour. I didn't see the sign; it was covered in foliage.
Needless to say, my examiner wasn't too pleased, and I failed the driving test. If he hadn't applied the brakes, we'd have gone straight into the steep side of a hill... :/
TalesinOur own little well of hateJoin Date: 2002-11-08Member: 7710NS1 Playtester, Forum Moderators
Not anywhere near as dramatic, week before last I was out rollerblading. Idiot in an SUV decided to run the stop sign, so I was quickly presented with the options of becoming paste on his bumper, going flying out into traffic, or pulling a header into a jagged rock wall at 20mph. Tore myself up pretty bad on the wall, picked up a gaping slice on my elbow, but managed not to spill out into traffic. Rollerbladed the last two miles home bleeding like a stuck pig (I'm sure the bloody handprint on the bus stop bench will weird SOMEONE out), washed and disinfected it, then taped the living holy hell out of it with band-aids to try and keep it shut. No, no hospital for me. I don't have insurance, and if a doctor said that I'd have to have stitches, I'd either pass out, puke, or physically assault the doctor until (s)he decided that I *didn't* need stitches after all.
Seems to be healing moderately well... at least it's staying closed, and all the scabs have fallen away by now.
As for my experiences, I've had quite a few...unfortunately.
My first near death experience was when I was 2 years old (not that I remember this). I got extremely sick and lost lots of weight (I looked like a skeleton) and my parents kept taking me to the doctors and all they would say is it's okay, he just has got a cold. Then they diagnosed me with cancer......I was put into the ronald mcdonald cancer hospital for about 2 weeks until they ran some blood tests only to find out that I only had about 2 white blood cells (I think at my age I was suppose to have around 12). They were surprised I was able to walk, and they said I would have died if they waited even only a day or two. My mom donated blood to me and I was saved! Thank god I don't have cancer....
I've had about 2 other experiences where I've almost died, and they all happend when I was young! But I don't want to bore anyone with those...
good to see you're still alive, or you told someone to post for you <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> j/k
I had a sword slice into my knee cap, I went out right after, and woke up very light headed, blood everywhere. Tied a sock around in tight, crawled to a phone and called for help. It's been almost 2 years since that incident, and I still have leg problems. It's also a good story. "I got sliced be teh sw0rd!#2"
Meh... Not much compared to some of these guys though... Damn.
Just be glad you didn't hit the guard rail head on. My cousin (a firefighter) told me about how someone did this, and the rail actually twisted around their car. It killed the passenger and ripped the drivers jaw off. Not sure if the driver ever recovered or not. I am glad that you are thankful about being alive, and not bummed about your car being ruined. Count your blessings.
the closest I came to death was somewhere around the age of 6 when I was riding around on the deck behind our house on my little plastic 3 wheel bike. Our dog was tied to a post there as well. The trouble began when he saw our cat down the stairs on the lawn. He ran around me twice for some reason and then tried to run after the cat. The leash was wrapped around my throat and he was pulling with all my might. My first thought was to scream for my mother, but all that came out was a feeble whisper "mom." Luckily, my sister saw me through the window and pointed me out to my mother who came running out and loosed the leash from my neck. Light had started to dim by that point. I had a really bad ring around my neck for two weeks after that.
<!--QuoteBegin--TheSavior+Dec 1 2003, 06:17 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (TheSavior @ Dec 1 2003, 06:17 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> I had a sword slice into my knee cap, I went out right after, and woke up very light headed, blood everywhere. Tied a sock around in tight, crawled to a phone and called for help. It's been almost 2 years since that incident, and I still have leg problems. It's also a good story. "I got sliced be teh sw0rd!#2"
Meh... Not much compared to some of these guys though... Damn. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> Okay, now ignoring the fact that for some reason you're getting attacked... who the hell is attacking you with a SWORD?
Or did you manage to do it to yourself? In which case, why do you have a shrpened sword while hacking off your own limbs? <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->
[WHO]ThemYou can call me DaveJoin Date: 2002-12-11Member: 10593Members, Constellation
Death is everywhere, but apparently much more interesting for some people than it is for me.
My near-death experiences, you be the judge of just how near I was.......
around 4-5 years old: Me and my family were walking somewhere and I decided to skip my way across the street for some reason between two parked trucks. I don't remember which, but one of my parents grabbed the back of my shirt just in time for me to see another truck go whizzing by about a foot away from my face.
around 7-8 years old: was at a waterpark. Doing a trick that my brother was doing where basically you dive and swim through a handrail thats underwater. After doing it about 7 times, I must've gone in a different way because my hips got stuck between a rock wall and the handrail and kept me trapped underwater for quite a long time before I worked my way free.
also around that same time, actually at the exact same waterpark. I was in the wave pool, enjoying myself when this dude on an inflatable bodyboard type thing rides a wave in to the shallow end where I am and we share a headbutt and his inflatable thing pins me underwater. I don't remember how long I was trapped under there, but I know that the dude apparently didn't know I was under there because I had to pry myself from under that plastic beast.
not exactly near death, but still scary as hell: around 13-14: I was on our family's trampoline jumping around. I was doing these superman flight jump thingies. Well after doing it 3-4 times I go to do another, but this time I jump more forward than upward. My chest gets a lot more friction on the mat for some reason and before I know it. I have my head turned to the right, chest down on the mat, and my right foot is only like a foot from my face. Now I know that doesn't sound so bad when you're just reading the words. But keep in mind that I am NOT a flexible person, and to this very day cannot get my feet to go up past my waist very far. So I can't even imagine just how curved my spine was at that point. All I know is that it hurt like hell for 20 minutes and I dared not move for fear of hurting myself more. Oh the joy of being all alone, fearing your death if you do anything to help yourself.
I could recount about 10 times I've been extremely close to wrecking my motorcycle on the freeway at speed. But I'm not going to get into details on those.
So let us all rejoice in the days where we not only live, but don't get the ever loving **** scared out of us.
TalesinOur own little well of hateJoin Date: 2002-11-08Member: 7710NS1 Playtester, Forum Moderators
Actually know someone iRL who dances with a sword.. someone was a wiseguy and threw something at her in the middle of a practice. She neatly sliced it in half (it turned out to be a dollar) and filleted her own thigh. <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused.gif'><!--endemo-->
Well, my brother was in the car with his friends, I was sleeping (barely. the kind of sleep where you can't actually sleep, but you're just closing your eyes), and he was doing SUPER tight turns at super high speeds, making that loud WHIIIRRRRRR! It was funny, at first, then it got a little boring. Suddenly, there was this one that was LOUD, and lasted for ages, I could hear everyone going, "Oh ****!" and then a loud KLUNK!
We had landed on the side of the car. This laster for about a minute, and we were all hanging sideways, until finally they managed to get out and push it over. The car doesn't look all too bad, actually, just the mirror is smashed, and the 2 doors are a bit dented and scratched. It was funny then, bu I realized when I went to sleep that day that holy crap, that was scary! I didn't even have my seatbelt on, I had to hang onto the seats (very scary, too, I'm not all that tall)!
When I was very young (one or two) my mom dropped me out of her little baby sack, the type of backpacks designed to carry babies. If my good family friend didn't catch me, I would have dropped thirty-fifty feet on sharp, concrete stairs.
One time (being an idiot) I fell off an escalator and hit the bottom on my head, lucky that I have a scar, only.
Hmmm, I was what, 6? Well, my class went to the pool for a day and some of the daredevil type of kids were jumping as high as they could on the top of the water slide. I decided to jump higher and almost jumped over the slide.
I was almost eaten alive by a grizzly bear when me and my father went camping near kokanee mountain on wild grounds. Well it happened so that when we were sleeping the grizzly was right beside our tent and my father woke up while I was still asleep. Luckily the bear only ripped apart our tent not us.
Frack, there are a lost of lucky instances here and there (Search and rescue, etc) in my life, BUT NOWHERE have I really tasted death, like a situation where I could've died and didn't.
Oh yea, I was riding my bike down THE hill (you know, the biggest hill everybody dares you to go down, yea that one) with my friend once, we were going <i>really</i> fast nearing the end of the hill. Then, all of a sudden he lost control and started to slide, I looked back at him but didn't see his front tire sliding under my rear tire. I looked fowards again, getting ready to stop then WHAM, I hit his tire and popped a huge wheelie, too huge. I flew off my bike, and for a sec, could've sworn I was going head-first into the concrete with no helmet on. Luckly I managed lift my face up and get my hands out to "cushion" the blow, that's right, cushion the blow with my face. Not much of a cushion if you ask me, I bled like a mofo for a few hours then had to go to school the next day, open wounds and all. Those weren't the best days in my life, still not nearly as bad as some other peoples stories, I've always been pretty lucky. <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
<!--QuoteBegin--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->Okay, now ignoring the fact that for some reason you're getting attacked... who the hell is attacking you with a SWORD?<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
I'm a medieval fanatic. I lave LOTS of sharp swords, axes, some shields, etc. <!--emo&::marine::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/marine.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='marine.gif'><!--endemo-->
I also enjoy swordsplay, practicing old maneuvers and such... Basicaly I did it to myself when a phonecall distracted me mid-swing. Never did find out who called me either <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
Dull practice swords are you friend. Sharp swords are your friend for display. <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->
Zig...I am Captain Planet!Join Date: 2002-10-23Member: 1576Members
my house is a one and a half-story deal, the front yard is a grassy slope.
i was helping my dad tile the roof and i fell off. i did a twist in midair so that, instead of breaking my neck, i brought my feet down (just barely). i landed on them for a splitsecond, caught the ground with my hands, and did a perfect tumble
and then got launched into a car face-first.
no permanent ouching, but i looked like an idiot with a huge schnoz and left brow for a good while.
No I haven't been close to dying, but I did fall off the upper bed in one of those double beds and hit my head without waking up once <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> (whatever they are called in english, one bed is elevated above the other). when I woke up in the morning after, I had a pretty nasty bump on my forhead. Really gave me that 'uuurhghh... where the hell am I'- feeling when I first woke up, pretty much followed by manic laughing for a few minutes and a visit to the doctor.
<!--QuoteBegin--rob6264+Dec 1 2003, 09:16 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (rob6264 @ Dec 1 2003, 09:16 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> Glad to hear you're okay. How bout not going 60mph on slushy roads from now on, eh?
And make sure you tap your breaks! <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> Exact first thing that came to my mind.
Take care man; last, last Sunday, I had a total freak out while I was driving in the rain. I was about to turn left at an intersection, and I decided I would easily make it in the gap before the oncoming car came through. I forgot the effects of water and hit the accelerator too hard, causing the wheel to simply skid while I was in the middle of the intersection. I quickly restarted my acceleration a bit more slowly and a LOT more urgently and got through.
<!--QuoteBegin--Majin+Dec 1 2003, 09:48 AM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Majin @ Dec 1 2003, 09:48 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> <!--QuoteBegin--Brave Ulysses+Dec 1 2003, 09:30 AM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Brave Ulysses @ Dec 1 2003, 09:30 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> <!--QuoteBegin--Majin+Dec 1 2003, 03:28 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Majin @ Dec 1 2003, 03:28 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> I said a long prayer to God, thanking him for giving me a second chance. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> Does that mean we won't see you in NS Games anymore because you'll go out and really live your life to the fullest? <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> Playing NS is Living life the the fullest!
Thanks Dread, Davis, Ulyss for your concern about me. <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--> You guys each get a Gorge
/me Gives <!--emo&::gorge::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/pudgy.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='pudgy.gif'><!--endemo--> to Dread /me Gives <!--emo&::gorge::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/pudgy.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='pudgy.gif'><!--endemo--> to Davis /me Gives <!--emo&::gorge::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/pudgy.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='pudgy.gif'><!--endemo--> to Ulysses
And yes, my car is toast, worse yet, I had no collision so I am out 8 grand. But I figure that the money I saved by not having any collision, would have equaled what the Insurrance company would have given me for the wreck, so its no differance.
I don't even care about the money, I am just glad I am ALIVE! <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> Glad to hear that you made it out alive. So far i've been lucky and had no accidents (knocks on wood). I have had close calls though....either something happened really fast or you get really close when racing.
To go a bit off topic. You don't have insurance? What country are you from? Insurance is required by law here in the USA. lol
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Second or third turn we made, he hung a right doing about 45 and drifted into the left lane, heading right straight into an oncoming car. Luckily he swerved quick back into our lane, then back into the left lane to avoid going off the road on the right lane.
The rest of the night he drove below the speed limit, it was pretty crazy.
Anyway, he's out playing football and collapses. They rush him to the hospital, his spleen is a complete mess, and he ended up loosing 8 out of 10 fingers, one leg at the knee and one foot... saddest thing I've ever seen.
For those of you not knowledgeable to medical mumbo-jumbo, a cathoder tube is a tube a little bit smaller than a fast food straw insterted into your bladder through the urinal tract...in other words, it goes in someplace that should only be used as an exit.
Nurse: "You will feel ONLY a slight pinch"
Me: "OMG YOU freaking **** THAT HURT!!
me too ;_;
i'm glad you're okay, majin, and you too, burr..
i'm so sad now -_-
For those of you not knowledgeable to medical mumbo-jumbo, a cathoder tube is a tube a little bit smaller than a fast food straw insterted into your bladder through the urinal tract...in other words, it goes in someplace that should only be used as an exit.
Nurse: "You will feel ONLY a slight pinch"
Me: "OMG YOU freaking **** THAT HURT!! <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
AIEEEEEEE T-T
Needless to say, my examiner wasn't too pleased, and I failed the driving test. If he hadn't applied the brakes, we'd have gone straight into the steep side of a hill... :/
Tore myself up pretty bad on the wall, picked up a gaping slice on my elbow, but managed not to spill out into traffic. Rollerbladed the last two miles home bleeding like a stuck pig (I'm sure the bloody handprint on the bus stop bench will weird SOMEONE out), washed and disinfected it, then taped the living holy hell out of it with band-aids to try and keep it shut. No, no hospital for me. I don't have insurance, and if a doctor said that I'd have to have stitches, I'd either pass out, puke, or physically assault the doctor until (s)he decided that I *didn't* need stitches after all.
Seems to be healing moderately well... at least it's staying closed, and all the scabs have fallen away by now.
As for my experiences, I've had quite a few...unfortunately.
My first near death experience was when I was 2 years old (not that I remember this). I got extremely sick and lost lots of weight (I looked like a skeleton) and my parents kept taking me to the doctors and all they would say is it's okay, he just has got a cold. Then they diagnosed me with cancer......I was put into the ronald mcdonald cancer hospital for about 2 weeks until they ran some blood tests only to find out that I only had about 2 white blood cells (I think at my age I was suppose to have around 12). They were surprised I was able to walk, and they said I would have died if they waited even only a day or two. My mom donated blood to me and I was saved! Thank god I don't have cancer....
I've had about 2 other experiences where I've almost died, and they all happend when I was young! But I don't want to bore anyone with those...
enjoy the rest of your life
Meh... Not much compared to some of these guys though... Damn.
Meh... Not much compared to some of these guys though... Damn. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Okay, now ignoring the fact that for some reason you're getting attacked... who the hell is attacking you with a SWORD?
Or did you manage to do it to yourself? In which case, why do you have a shrpened sword while hacking off your own limbs? <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->
My near-death experiences, you be the judge of just how near I was.......
around 4-5 years old: Me and my family were walking somewhere and I decided to skip my way across the street for some reason between two parked trucks. I don't remember which, but one of my parents grabbed the back of my shirt just in time for me to see another truck go whizzing by about a foot away from my face.
around 7-8 years old: was at a waterpark. Doing a trick that my brother was doing where basically you dive and swim through a handrail thats underwater. After doing it about 7 times, I must've gone in a different way because my hips got stuck between a rock wall and the handrail and kept me trapped underwater for quite a long time before I worked my way free.
also around that same time, actually at the exact same waterpark. I was in the wave pool, enjoying myself when this dude on an inflatable bodyboard type thing rides a wave in to the shallow end where I am and we share a headbutt and his inflatable thing pins me underwater. I don't remember how long I was trapped under there, but I know that the dude apparently didn't know I was under there because I had to pry myself from under that plastic beast.
not exactly near death, but still scary as hell:
around 13-14: I was on our family's trampoline jumping around. I was doing these superman flight jump thingies. Well after doing it 3-4 times I go to do another, but this time I jump more forward than upward. My chest gets a lot more friction on the mat for some reason and before I know it. I have my head turned to the right, chest down on the mat, and my right foot is only like a foot from my face. Now I know that doesn't sound so bad when you're just reading the words. But keep in mind that I am NOT a flexible person, and to this very day cannot get my feet to go up past my waist very far. So I can't even imagine just how curved my spine was at that point. All I know is that it hurt like hell for 20 minutes and I dared not move for fear of hurting myself more. Oh the joy of being all alone, fearing your death if you do anything to help yourself.
I could recount about 10 times I've been extremely close to wrecking my motorcycle on the freeway at speed. But I'm not going to get into details on those.
So let us all rejoice in the days where we not only live, but don't get the ever loving **** scared out of us.
It was funny, at first, then it got a little boring.
Suddenly, there was this one that was LOUD, and lasted for ages, I could hear everyone going, "Oh ****!" and then a loud KLUNK!
We had landed on the side of the car. This laster for about a minute, and we were all hanging sideways, until finally they managed to get out and push it over. The car doesn't look all too bad, actually, just the mirror is smashed, and the 2 doors are a bit dented and scratched. It was funny then, bu I realized when I went to sleep that day that holy crap, that was scary! I didn't even have my seatbelt on, I had to hang onto the seats (very scary, too, I'm not all that tall)!
Seatbelts = important, guys.
When I was very young (one or two) my mom dropped me out of her little baby sack, the type of backpacks designed to carry babies. If my good family friend didn't catch me, I would have dropped thirty-fifty feet on sharp, concrete stairs.
One time (being an idiot) I fell off an escalator and hit the bottom on my head, lucky that I have a scar, only.
Hmmm, I was what, 6? Well, my class went to the pool for a day and some of the daredevil type of kids were jumping as high as they could on the top of the water slide. I decided to jump higher and almost jumped over the slide.
I was almost eaten alive by a grizzly bear when me and my father went camping near kokanee mountain on wild grounds. Well it happened so that when we were sleeping the grizzly was right beside our tent and my father woke up while I was still asleep. Luckily the bear only ripped apart our tent not us.
Frack, there are a lost of lucky instances here and there (Search and rescue, etc) in my life, BUT NOWHERE have I really tasted death, like a situation where I could've died and didn't.
Oh yea, I was riding my bike down THE hill (you know, the biggest hill everybody dares you to go down, yea that one) with my friend once, we were going <i>really</i> fast nearing the end of the hill. Then, all of a sudden he lost control and started to slide, I looked back at him but didn't see his front tire sliding under my rear tire. I looked fowards again, getting ready to stop then WHAM, I hit his tire and popped a huge wheelie, too huge. I flew off my bike, and for a sec, could've sworn I was going head-first into the concrete with no helmet on. Luckly I managed lift my face up and get my hands out to "cushion" the blow, that's right, cushion the blow with my face. Not much of a cushion if you ask me, I bled like a mofo for a few hours then had to go to school the next day, open wounds and all. Those weren't the best days in my life, still not nearly as bad as some other peoples stories, I've always been pretty lucky. <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
Oh, yes, I've almost died... actually now I think about it I'm always near death*.
*Mother.
I'm a medieval fanatic. I lave LOTS of sharp swords, axes, some shields, etc. <!--emo&::marine::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/marine.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='marine.gif'><!--endemo-->
I also enjoy swordsplay, practicing old maneuvers and such... Basicaly I did it to myself when a phonecall distracted me mid-swing. Never did find out who called me either <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
Dull practice swords are you friend. Sharp swords are your friend for display. <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->
i was helping my dad tile the roof and i fell off. i did a twist in midair so that, instead of breaking my neck, i brought my feet down (just barely). i landed on them for a splitsecond, caught the ground with my hands, and did a perfect tumble
and then got launched into a car face-first.
no permanent ouching, but i looked like an idiot with a huge schnoz and left brow for a good while.
And make sure you tap your breaks!
And make sure you tap your breaks! <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Exact first thing that came to my mind.
Take care man; last, last Sunday, I had a total freak out while I was driving in the rain. I was about to turn left at an intersection, and I decided I would easily make it in the gap before the oncoming car came through. I forgot the effects of water and hit the accelerator too hard, causing the wheel to simply skid while I was in the middle of the intersection. I quickly restarted my acceleration a bit more slowly and a LOT more urgently and got through.
Just plain petrified...
Does that mean we won't see you in NS Games anymore because you'll go out and really live your life to the fullest? <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Playing NS is Living life the the fullest!
Thanks Dread, Davis, Ulyss for your concern about me.
<!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->
You guys each get a Gorge
/me Gives <!--emo&::gorge::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/pudgy.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='pudgy.gif'><!--endemo--> to Dread
/me Gives <!--emo&::gorge::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/pudgy.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='pudgy.gif'><!--endemo--> to Davis
/me Gives <!--emo&::gorge::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/pudgy.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='pudgy.gif'><!--endemo--> to Ulysses
And yes, my car is toast, worse yet, I had no collision so I am out 8 grand.
But I figure that the money I saved by not having any collision, would have equaled what the Insurrance company would have given me for the wreck, so its no differance.
I don't even care about the money, I am just glad I am ALIVE! <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Glad to hear that you made it out alive. So far i've been lucky and had no accidents (knocks on wood). I have had close calls though....either something happened really fast or you get really close when racing.
To go a bit off topic. You don't have insurance? What country are you from? Insurance is required by law here in the USA. lol