Not me, but my brother once found an injured man in the backwoods of a ski resort near closing time. The man had badly injured his leg from hitting a pine and was unable to crawl out of the tree-well he was stuck in. He'd spent the afternoon like that, yelling for help, but no one could hear since he was pretty deep in the woods. If my brother hadn't been skiing double diamonds around there, this dude could've easily been left out there overnight.
Was cutting up some roast meat when I popped a piece into my mouth, right before one of my kids asked a question. As I went to answer I inhaled the meat and was silently choking on it while I knew calling to my husband would mean it would go down further. Not wanting to choke to death in front of my young children I managed to jam my fingers down my throat to hook around part of the meat and got it out. Definitely thought I was a goner that day.
I was a teenager when a huge, hundreds-years-old, three-story-tall tree (that we didn't know was invested by giant moth larvae) split directly up the middle of the trunk. One half stayed standing, while the other half fell onto our living room roof. I just so happened to be right outside our living room window. My mother watched out said window as the tree fell, grazed the roof, rolled off of the roof, and landed on me. There was a split second, as I looked up and saw the tree coming towards me, that I really thought I was dead. Two things saved me: 1> It hit the roof first and rolled onto me in the yard. That much momentum loss really did me a solid. 2> I wasn't hit by the huge trunk itself or any of the huge bottom branches. It was the middle - top branches, meaning they were thinner. The tree knocked me flat on the ground, and I remember feeling every bit of air I had leave my lungs. But I was lucky. I stood up and walked away with some really nasty bruises of my arms and torso, as well as a sprained wrist from trying to catch myself when I fell. Nothing broken, no internal bleeding, no big hemorrhage.
I'm a recovering addict and back in my active addiction- my boyfriend at the time and me would drive about 30 minutes to the inner city and get our stuff. Well my ex was always so cautious and took alot of measures to keep us safe, such as backing in the car in a parking spot just in case anything went down he could quickly get out of there. I used to always jokingly make fun of him for this but one night, our dealing came running up on us with an assault rifle in his hand. And bcuz my ex was backed in, he quickly drove out of there. And I went to look behind us and he shoved my head down right as the guy shot the gun towards our car as we were driving away. Busted the back window and glass flew everywhere. Ever since then I never joked with him about doing that. That was one of the few times he saved my stupid butt. I've been sober for 4 years now. And last I heard about my ex, he got sober and stayed sober for years now. I will always be cheering him on in the background, obviously since it's not good for us to see each other. Too much history but man he was a good soul and I'm happy to hear he got his life back on track.
I actually have one... well I ACTUALLY was in danger. This was a long time ago but it sticks with me because I scared the shit out of everyone that was with me at the time too. I have to preface this with: I ride horses; just working around them brings some level of risk, so does riding. Accidents are pretty much inevitable. It was winter time, I was a pretty much fearless teen that had a reputation for riding whatever horse or pony that was tossed my way. One weekend I get approached by the staff asking if I'd ride this horse that was owned privately. This was not a common occurance, usually the paid staff would undertake this kind of thing, but between the staff and the owner that kind of knew me, they decided that it would be okay for me to do so. Why was this happening? The horse was being a little shit and its owner had lost confidence with him bolting and her falling off. Fine, whatever, wouldn't be the first or last instance. No one was prepared. He was a bit spicey but controllable for a good part of our ride around the mountain.... then all hell broke loose. One second we were still, the next he'd taken off full tilt. Right towards a cliff edge. I had to physically turn him with two hands on one rein because he'd gotten the bit between his teeth and was unresponsive. After this he ended up literally running into the group of horses that were with me. One kicked since he literally ran straight into this horses' backside; sadly missed and I got kicked in the leg. I felt nothing. I managed to bail when I got him down to a trot after that. Had to walk him down the mountain on foot, as soon as I got back on he'd bolt again and the ground got extremely precarious. We eventually got back and I did manage the last part without any incidents. The ride leader came to me afterwards to hug me, saying she thought I was going to die up there. I was a bit shook too, didn't really want to ride this horse again after that. Spoilerr: I ended up riding him in my paid lessons for a while as well and he was still a handful. The owner eventually sold him because he was just too high spirited and wasn't getting enough work. I still have a dent in my shin from the kick to this day.
I grew up in the middle of the forest. Literally. I ran around barefoot, and frequently almost stepped on rattlesnakes. I also frequently ran into water and almost drowned before I could finally swim. I was left alone all day and sometimes all night, I'd be left in the woods or on the street or in random stores. I also had zero impulse control when it came to hard candy and I'd immediately swallow it and almost always started choking. I never learned my lesson 😅 I have a lot more but it gets a little dark so best to leave it here.
I was in my mid 20's and had taken a Greyhound bus to Pittsburgh to meet my online bf for the first time. After some awkward conversations with his friends, who were having a meeting at a pizza place near the bus station, my now ex and I took a bus to his place. I stepped inside his house and just looked at the scene before me. It was like I had walked into an episode of "Hoarders" and all I could think in that moment was, "I'm going to die here."
My roommate and her daughter had just left for the weekend, and I was nursing a sinus infection. My ex and kids were at his mom's house down the street, but her phone had been turned off and he didn't have a cell phone. I left my phone to charge while I tried to go to the bathroom by myself despite vertigo and a serious headache. Vertigo made me fall to my knees and hit my shoulder on my dresser. I pulled myself up and kept stumbling towards the bathroom. I fell flat on my face and bloodied my nose and lip, so after taking a moment to shake off the head injury, I decided I should just crawl so I don't fall and hit my head again. In the hallway, almost to the bathroom door (I could touch the doorway with my outstretched hand) I collapsed and shit my pants. I was in and out of consciousness, chuckling to myself because I'd lived through rape and physical abuse and homelessness and near drowning and even being held up at gunpoint and I was about to die from a sinus infection in my shitty underwear within a stone's throw of my kids. Luckily, my roommate forgot her daughter's inhaler and jacket. Her daughter opened the door and said "Mom, OP is smelling up the house!" Mom walked past her to the hall while the kid went to the kitchen for her inhaler, then said "stay in there! I'll be back." I guess she ran down to my MILs and got my ex but I was barely conscious and everything went dark before she got back. Instead of helping her drag me into the bathtub to get cleaned up he told her to call 911. I was in and out for another two days before walking in the ICU with a chest tube in my side, and being told I had septic pneumonia and meningitis.
Houston native here. That story about the flooding here may very well be the Tax Day floods. They're not kidding, it was hella bad. Then again, any flooding is bad, period.
The sad thing is, I have a few stories for this one: 1. I went to the Blue Hole in the United States when I was in my mid-twenties. For people unfamiliar with it, it is a popular scuba diving spot in an artisan-fed quarry that measures approximately 60 feet in diameter and 80 feet in depth. I had the bright idea to go and jump in. A significant thing to note is that I am not a strong swimmer, but I thought I was good enough to not be in trouble. Well, once I hit that water, it was freezing, and as soon as I hit it, I completely forgot how to swim. I was thinking, yup, I'm in trouble. Luckily for me, there were lifeguards on duty that jumped in to save me. 2. When I was a kid, I was the annoying kid most people just put up with. This is what put me in a predicament. I don't really remember much, but apparently, one day at church, I annoyed a kid so much that he put a knife on me. I have not gone back to that church in a long time for that and a bunch of other reasons. 3. One day, I was driving to a training 2 hours south of where I live a day after a snowstorm in Texas. I was the one driving, and I don't know why, but I was driving at the speed limit and not very cautiously. At one point on the trip, we crossed a hill, and I saw some trucks with snow plows in front of me. So, not knowing any better, I decided to get on the breaks. I hit a patch of ice, and somehow, I swerved a few times on the road like a lunatic and somehow never flipped my car, but by the time I was done swerving, I was facing the opposite direction of which I started. Luckily, it was early morning, and there weren't many cars on the road. 4. When I was younger, I would have a knack for falling asleep at the car's wheel on long car drives. I never wrecked thankfully, but I did have a few scares. 5. One time, on a long night drive from Texas to Kansas City, I was in thick traffic (I'm not sure what to call it). It was late at night, and I was in a Chevy Silverado. Unbeknownst to me until later, a Semi Truck had blown a tire, and I didn't see it until I hit it on the road. Luckily, there was no damage to the car except a scrape or two. 6. Probably the one that got me closest to death was when, the summer before my sophomore year in High School, I was at a work event with my Aunt, and out of nowhere, I started to feel real sharp pain in the side of my stomach, but I thought not much of it so I carried on. After about an hour or two, the pain became too unbearable, and we had to leave the party early. Once I got home, we realized that I needed to get to the hospital immediately. Once I got there, they checked me out and got me in for an emergency appendectomy. Turns out my appendix had completely burst, and the doctors said that if I had gotten there any later, it probably would not have been perfect for me. Spent 2 weeks in the hospital. My temperature spiked to 105 at one point, but I made it through it. On a positive note, I survived; I got ice cream every night at 2 AM, and most importantly, I survived. I just realized while typing this how lucky I am to be here today. Thank you to anyone who reads this; I hope you all have a wonderful day!
Regarding the falling asleep easily at the wheel and frequent Texas driving, I recall Texas has a lot of long, straight stretches of highway (yeah, Arizona is worse, but Arizona has like, only 3 cities). Point is the found out the hard way when designing the US Interstate Highway System to be the German Autobahn on the cheap and make the roads straighter (Hitler wanted 10 miles of somewhat winding highway so Germans could appreciate the countryside for every 1 mile of straight highway which could be emergency runways), they found that driving on a straight road for a really long time makes the driver really fatigued because the horizon isn't changing enough and your brain just starts tuning things out. So yeah, Hitler accidentally made one aspect of highway design safer (still doesn't make up for sending my relatives to Auschwitz)
I was asleep on the couch one night and woke up to what sounded like the front door knob rattling. I quickly grabbed the butcher's knife and the sharpening tool from the block and went to the front door, sharpening the knife like I couldn't wait for my prey to come in. At that I heard my front gate slam, meaning that there really was someone there. It was then that I noticed that we had forgotten to lock the front door. That's when I realized that I had, in fact, almost died.
Our local amusement park got a new ride, called Katapultti (Catapult); like figure 8 bent in the middle to look like L from the profile, something like a rollercoaster but shorter, just the horizontal and vertical loops. First the “train” gathers speed on the level part, back and forth, then it finally goes thru the vertical loop twice, first forward then backwards. We had rode it many times, it wasn’t my favorite, but my friends liked it. My very last ride went a bit differently, tho. As we entered the first upside down loop, I felt the black foam harness going over my shoulders and chest give away, just a bit, one notch. Im full of fear now, I managed to yank the harness back tightly on the flat part, but this is only the halfway. The second loop and now it gives even more, noticeably! I grab a hold of my seat, tense my legs and push against the back of my seat. Im stuck here, only bestie sitting next to me knows something is wrong. I can only scream-laugh maniacally out of fear, thinking Imma bout to die on this god damn contraption at 14, just great - and I don’t even really like this ride! This horrible, awful ride which replaced my earlier favorite, Breakdance, one I still miss dearly. I wasn’t smart enough to go tell the operator something was wrong afterwards, I just sat on a nearby bench (my jelly legs wouldn’t take me further) as I tried to tell my friends what happened and gather myself again. I don’t care for rides that go upside down anymore. Later that same summer the whole shoulder harness gave out and fell off, the guy had held himself in place with only his legs, basically hanging from the lap bar. They inspected and fixed it. And then another dude finally fell and died. He is the only amusement park death in Finland Im aware of. That was the end of that ride, tho I gotta say I wasn’t surprised. I already _knew_ the ride wanted to murder people - I knew how scared both guys had been.. I think we all sat in the same seat, I was just lucky & weighed less.
I might have told this before. But I was a kid and my parents were driving back home from Christmas through the mountains. When it started to snow my dad not accustomed to it at all immediately switched seats with my mom which was when it occurred to me and my sister that shit is about to hit the fan. And yes it did as it was pretty much a blizzard in a tiny 2 lane winding highway ON TOP OF A CLIFF. The roads froze very fast so yeah not great. My dad was calling all the hotels trying to find us a place to stay while everyone else on the road did the same. As cars were flying off the cliffs. I will never forget seeing a woman who parked her car on the side of the road praying quietly in her car just hoping she will get out of it or none of the speeding out of control cars would hit her. I wasn’t laughing but with lack of ability to do anything as I was a child, I instead got a new temple run high score. As you could guess after calling every hotel in the area we did get a place to stay and were able to get off the roads and into somewhere warm and safer. Also good news that woman I saw it’s been a long time but I am pretty sure we saw her later in the parking lot of the same hotel. Like I remember one of my parents remarking that it’s the same one and there was some mini conversation we had. So she is good too.
I had gone to school camp with some of my classmates as an elective subject. One of the tasks during this camp was white-water rafting. I was in a raft with 5 other people (six in total) and was the driver/steering person. I was the person who would turn the raft left or right and telling the other five people when to paddle and when to just float in the current. When going down this really rocky rapid along the stream we were supposed to tuck our feet into the raft and duck in. I wasn't able to duck down in time and fell over the raft, head first, and into the water. I thought I'd be a strong enough swimmer to swim back to the raft, but was so caught of guard that I just grabbed into the nearest rock to me and sat on it.🥴 Of course, I was able to get back to my raft by following the instructors directions but I was so high on adrenaline that I was just laughing the whole time. My friends didn't find it too amusing because from their angle it looked like I smashed my head on a rock and drowned for a bit. 😅 I didn't even realize how lucky I was to have not hit anything when I fell over since their were fallen branches and rocks everywhere.
Rafting is one of the best thing I know. Falling from a raft is one of the worst thing I know too. Grabbing a rock and staying there is almost always the best thing you can do.
@@michiko1002 I'm more into sailing and kayak but one think I learned in kayak is when you fall and you can't grab anything, just go with the flow and stay as flat as possible to avoid hitting anything underwater. It's a pretty useful advice that maybe saved my back (litteraly) two or three times...
Saw a friend at a convenience store who invited me for a drive. Told me to wait in her car as she would be quick. I sat in the front passenger seat and closed the door before realizing she failed to tell me about her newly adopted giant Rottweiler, Max, who was in the back seat and hadn't been told about me either. He sniffed twice at my neck as the door shut and then froze. I felt his sniffs and felt when he went still. I love dogs and have never ever felt as though a dog could get the better of me except right then. It was truly a "this is it, this is how I go" moment. I guess he saw my friend coming out of the store in one of the mirrors because he lost all interest in monching my vertebrae to greet her. I gave her an earful and then became instant bffs with Max.
My dad once worked in a prison (low Security and about to close) they were around 3 guards and 5 prisoners. One of the prisoners asked my dad if he wanted to play basketball and my dad Said sure. Then slowly one by one the other prisoners came and my dad noticed he was the only guard. At one point one of the prisoners noticed and Said “hey so youre alone with all of us, arent you afraid?” And my Said “should i be?” They ended up going over to the other guards and then my dad told the other two he was just alone with all 5 and the other guards were like oh shit Oh also my dad was like around the same age of the prisoners and just Said that they needed to be understood and not treated like prisoners but that he still didnt really want to be alone with all 5 just incase something bad happened
When I was 18 i still hadn’t learned fully to say no to people so I ended up letting a homeless lady into my car to eat the cookies I gave her. Then she ended up asking for a ride, and since she was in my car already I said yes. She didn’t tell me the location but was giving me the directions and guided me to one of the most dangerous parks of my city. Dangerous cause it was a bad neighborhood rife with gang activity but it was also 3 in the morning and pitch black. And while we were in that area she started mumbling about killing something. Stupidly I had put my purse, which had my pocket knife in it, behind her seat so she wouldn’t steal it. Which meant I was without a weapon if she did try something. She ended up taking me to a not great motel nearby and got off there so I guess she changed her mind or something, but I definitely thought I was a goner.
I was hiking in the Tennessee woods. I'm a type 1 diabetic and my bloodsugar suddenly tanked miles away from civilization. I was with family, and I had to sit on this boulder and wait for them to go get help in the form of some Little Debbie snacks because I was on the verge of passing out. Poor planning on my part, definitely a lesson learned. While I was sitting and waiting, sweating profusely, I heard a bear not far from where I was sitting. I had a "Welp, this might be it" moment. Luckily, they came back before I died, and the bear never got closer to me. I know black bears aren't just big malicious animals who would randomly attack people, but if I had passed out or something, it could have gone a lot worse.
I had just got out of a live-in relationship with someone and was staying with a friend. She was nice. She owned her own house and car and was only 19 like me so I really admired how stable she seemed to be. I was going to move in with her and pay rent and she wanted me to paint art on her walls. One day she called up this guy she knew and put me on the phone to him saying 'you talk to him, he's sooo annoying'. She was basically playing matchmaker. So I went on a date with this guy. We went to a renaissance fair and I did some fire dancing in a marked off area with some other people who had permission to do so. Met a lot of his friends and made some new ones. She turned up to meet us about an hour after the fair closed and got huffy she missed it. She was huffy our date went well too, which was weird. She offered to drive us home and we were knackered so we agreed. On the way home she tried to drive the car off an embankment, into a truck, into oncoming traffic while my date kept grabbing the steering wheel to pull her back on track. We got out at a red light and she screamed at us. Turns out she was paranoid schizophrenic and had been off her meds a few days. Literally thought she was gonna get in the car and run us down. Never moved out of a house faster.
This actually happened to me this week well past week. So I was on my way home from work during a heavy rainstorm here in the wonderful state of New Jersey (not really it's crap) So I stop over at a local Dunkin donuts get a drink. Relax for a bit and then thought. Yeah I'm able to drive home still. Well the worst case happened to me. Now for contacts I'm on the autism spectrum yet I'm high functional and able to drive. But at times when I get really exhausted I have what they call. Autistic blackouts meaning I don't know what the heck I'm doing when an episode happens. Usually triggered from exhaustion. It could be random. I could just fall over. I could have a meltdown, it's just happens. Now anyway I had an an autistic blackout and well my body didn't respond to me and I was like crap. My foot went down on the accelerator instead of the brake and well got sideswiped by a Chrysler PT cruiser. Sadly enough it was my fault since my body thought it was okay to push the accelerator instead of the brake. I was just sitting there in my head laughing. Well there goes my good driving record. Moral of the story if you are on the autism spectrum and you feel like an episode's about to come on from exhaustion. Please call a family member or at least some friend of yours to come by and stop you from getting back in your car before you drive because those episodes can really screw up your life
I was at summercamp and we were in the pool. I used to do this thing where I'd let enough air out of my lungs so I wouldn't float, and I'd lay at the bottom of the pool. I'd sit there for ten seconds or so and shoot up for air. One time, I was doing this. Another kid thought, "Hey, I'm going to use him as a surf board." Of course he did this right before I was going back up for air. We were in the shallow section, so he wasn't submerged. Which means I couldn't push him off. He stood on my back for like twenty seconds. I wanted to conserve my air, so I just sat there tapping his ankle. It was very scary.
Story 25 is worth hanging around for, that person certainly were in some hella dangerous situations! I mean besides the soldier in a war zone, story 25 was crazy! The only thing I got was hooking up with a stranger, inviting him to my place, had some kinks talked about but in no WAY was I prepared to be tightly ziptied behind my back and choked out to the point of blacking out or I guess losing consciousness. I am incredibly lucky that he wanted to slap me back into consciousness instead of killing me. It happened right after he walked through the door so there was like no time to react in any way. It took some time coming out of that daze to realize what even happened let alone he could of killed me. Crazy choices we sometimes make.
Was around 7 at the time and went To go down and take out the recycling. It was around 10:00 at night when my senses just kicked into f****** overdrive. I realized I was hearing multiple voices in cars driving around the neighborhood. A man then walks down the corner with a skateboard and says "there's that little f***er, get him!" He then starts flying down the sidewalk at me with a couple bricks it starts throwing out at me. I just stood there backing up slightly and and thinking "well this is the end". They were too close and there was no way I was going to get away. He then said if I tried to run she would make sure my sister's death was painful. This is what I remembered I had a family in the house behind me and I wasn't going to let that s*** happen. I ran in the house it just barely getting inside before the got me, their body's slamming into the door as they reached for what I assumed to be their guns or knives. I knew there was no fighting the situation out. I thought of a quick plan through my tears (I was an absolute mess) started screaming that I was armed in yelling for my mother to get the bat (this part was actually true. We had a metal rod that we wrapped in leopard print duct tape. It's one of the reasons why we call our mother the punk rock Snow White). I started banging around to try to make it convincing. Apparently this works because they ran before my dad could even get out in the living room and figure out what was going on. He then told my siblings that I was lying to get attention, beat me within an inch of my life, and gas let me into believing that I overreacted. My family is great but I'm thankful to have them. To this day I Wonder what would have happened if I hadn't been a little faster.
That's terrible! I hope life is better for you now than it was back then. I've heard of awful parents assuming that their children were lying about genuine problems "just to get attention" before, but never about something that serious. I'm glad you're okay.
Walked into a biker bar got a beer when i realized there were several members of a 1% club inside. Problem was the local 1% club claimed the entire area and warned all others to stay out. So needless to say Im trying to finish my beer and gtfo. Well right as i finished and payed all hell breaks loose. Ended up having to fight my way out. Thankfully no injuries. Fast-forward about 6 year later I'm a cable installer and I ended up doing an install at the house of one of the other 1% clubs members. Bonus he remembers me. Starts laughing saying I had a good right cross. Turned out he was one of the bikers I fought to get out. Got invited to a hangout that weekend. They were actually rather chill and all got a good laugh that I almost knocked the guy out. Didnt keep up with them but showed me not all 1% clubs are douchebags 😂
“Would have been awkward to stay around with someone i met 12 hr ago.” Oh but you can sleep with them right? This generation man, makes me ashamed to be their age.
Was a small child once, probably around the ages 6-8. Almost got my finger snatched by crocodile by sticking my little finger over the edge of the high glass the separated the tourist from the enclosure. That was the day I learned they could jump... Still never told my parents who never saw this happen.
Once I lent my phone to a homeless woman I had just met. She had a friend, a man lying on the ground. We talked. He was mumbling, so I bent down to hear him. And he got more mumbly, so I bent down further. I was bent most of the way over, and suddenly realized, "hey, he got me in the perfect position to have a bottle smashed over the back of my head" Nobody did that though. They were just nice. And she was so thankful. it was stupid to bend down that far. I refuse to believe it was stupid to have the whole interaction and lend my phone to someone, I'd do it again.
I was traveling in Britain and had gone to the Avebury Stone Circle. There are several sites around this area that you can walk to and I had seen most of them. I was crossing a road to head to a path that led to one of the sites but realized that I had gone the wrong way to get to the path so I could see the path at the top of this embankment that was now in front of me and thought maybe I'd climb up the embankment. Then I changed my mind. Unfortunately this indecisiveness is happening on a smallish highway that runs through the area. There are no sidewalks and I see a car coming. 'Well, up the embankment it is.' So I start to scramble up the embankment only to discover that it had been mowed not too long before. And it's damp. And it's slippery. I feel myself going down so grab for one of the bushes that is growing there. As my hand is going towards this bush my brain registers that this is a thistle bush. But it only registers this as the hand reaches the bush. Then my brain says to me 'This is it, this is how you go. Screaming in pain from a thistle bush and sliding down an embankment into a highway. But hey, it's Avebury. Could be worse places to be hit by a car.' It's like slow motion as I watch the horrified faces of these people at the top of the embankment. I was laughing as I went. Now the driver of the car sees this scenario unfolding and swishes by and *boom* down I go into the road. Not hit but laughing hysterically. So now there's people across the road in a car park staring at the insane woman laughing her a** off while seated on her a** on a highway muttering something about. "Thistles are owie."
I'm sure I've been in more than a few situations where I climbed a tree or something too high and then realized I had no idea how I was going to safely get myself back down again because climbing UP is a lot easier than climbing DOWN.
Did this on a mountain. Was a slog to get up because the cliff face had eroded taking out a huge chunk or what had been a previously safe climb a few days before. The view was amazing. A patchwork of pineapple plantations, bordering on a rainforest and then some houses dotted the landscape leading out to the sea. Heard a crack of thunder and turned to see a large and very active storm cloud speeding up on us. Did you know you can slide down a medium-difficulty climb on your butt with the right motivation?
I was making tea trying to wake up while taking care of my newborn. LEFT MY FRIGGIN SPOON IN THE CUP AS IT SLID UNDER THE LIQUID as I put it in our microwave. Can only guess that's why the microwave didn't explode in my face. Realized what happened after a second or so and immediately stopped the microwave. . Told my spouse. He stayed home for the evening and let me sleep for awhile.
This took place the last time I went clubbing. I don't really drink so I'm usually the designated driver. And I take my job SERIOUSLY. if I come with 10 people, I'm LEAVING with those same 10 people. But I was only with my BF's sister. While we were dancing there was a group of men that seemed like they were talking inventory of the people as if they were shopping. I noticed, but I didn't wanna make a big deal of it. My friend needed to let off the stress of her job. Luckily a group of people also noticed and invited us to hang out with them. They were celebrating their friend's 21st birthday. About 2 hours went by and I was just standing there with my drink in hand (A Shirley Temple to be exact, non alcoholic) and a man wearing red, with a red hat in starting to walk over to me. And I knew what was happening. I was either about to get hit on, or he was going to try something. Normally I have no problem standing up for myself, but I know my power level. I'm 5' 4" and I weigh 145 lbs, and this man is bigger than my 6' 300 lbs brother. I was screwed. Luckily, by the grace of God this woman that invited us to their party got in the middle of us and I just heard a loud "don't you f*cking dare!" and my heart started beating again. She saved my a$$. I went into the bathroom afterwards and started warning girls of this group, because if they weren't going after me anymore, they might change targets, girl code and all that. And it seemed to work because I saw that same group of men walk out when the club closed. I don't remember what these girls'names were, I only remember a girl with the name of a Disney princess (not gonna say her name for her privacy) but if you guys are reading this, thanks! I owe you guys a shot 😂
Guy I was seeing (for one month, just over winter break) got high and proceeded to do donuts ON a mountain access road during a blizzard, with an industrial snowplow coming up in the opposite lane.
During my dads 4th divorce i went over to their house to get some of my stuff for school. Immediately his wife threw the door in my face and started screaming at me before she left. I just started laughing and went to my room and got on the phone with my older sister. She had already been disowned by dad, who I thought had left too. Im the middle of our conversation my dad blew up and bursted into my room yelling with tears all over his face. He had been crying behind my door while eavesdropping on me and Immediately after i told him to leave i yelled at my sister to come get me asap. I didnt know this then, but my dad had really snapped and there was a gun sitting beside my bedroom door where he was eavesdropping. My sister thinks he was gonna murder suicide with me but I think he was so out of it he thought killing his last daughter would end all of the problems, because otherwise he wouldn't have had the willpower to stop himself when he heard me on the phone with my sister. Me and dad are goodish rn, but it still breaks my brain that he almost murdered me for someone who he'd known for 3 years and had been cheating on him for 3 years.
High school. Three neighbors ran my bike off the road with their dad's car. Gang stomped me. They finally finished stomping on my head, kicking my back and ribs, and I vividly recall thinking, "Oh. They're going to run over my head now, and kill me. I'm gona die." Just then, an upperclassman rounded the corner and they heard his car. It took a long time for Kurt to get there, but his car driving up was the only thing that kept them from squashing my skull. I waved one arm in the air from my fetal position. He saw me. He stopped and yelled, "Are you alright?" "No." He called cops from a stranger's house. They came and asked me what happened, who did it, etc. Left me with brain damage, a jaw that didn't work very well, years of confusion, emotional trouble, memory issues and bad judgement. Good times.
I was thinking, nah, I don’t have any of these… I never went to wild parties, never went to war, never got pulled out by a rip current and nearly… wait a minute… I didn’t learn to swim until I was over 8 years old. Folks… teach your kids to swim, as young as you can safely do so. I did with my kids and here’s why… When I was 2, I fell head first into a rain barrel and if my sister hadn’t been there, I would have drowned. When I was maybe 4-5 we were leaving a pool at a campsite and I was drying my hair (I played in the shallow end the whole time) and walked right into the water. A teenager hastily grabbed me and lifted me out. When I was a little older, my brothers convinced us to play in a pond nearby. I was walking across it when I stepped into a deep portion. One of my brothers pulled me out but I had a couple of seconds to recognize that I was now in almost complete darkness with no idea how to get back up again. Finally we got a 3-foot deep pool and I learned what I should have long before. How many times do you have to come close to losing a kid before you decide it’s worth the effort to teach them a life skill? I also got lost in the woods once in Louisiana with some other kids… we found our way back. Another time I was helping my brother collect grubs for fishing when a water moccasin came along aiming for the same one I was reaching for. He had brought a hoe and killed it before I even knew it was there. And once I was berry picking and heard a famous rattling sound. I’d always been told to freeze and let the snake slither away but that wasn’t the response my brain chose. I sprinted out of there. And finally… one day before Christmas, I was home with two of my teen brothers and my sister when another brother called to say that there was a tornado bearing down on us. He was at a friend’s house up the street and we had been waiting to bring a big pot of chili to a Christmas party in town. So we all run to the back windows and there it is, a big, fat, dark grey swirling mass behind the treeline. So like morons these responsible teenagers decide not to take shelter, no… one grabbed the chili, one grabbed his guitar, I grabbed my Snoopy plushie and we piled into the car and drove like maniacs away from the house. My dramatic sister was blubbering the whole time about the cats but man… I knew they were too smart to stay exposed and were probably under the foundations hiding. In town, we told my mom, who had a “welp, the house will be there or it won’t” attitude and we went ahead and attended the party, telling everyone what we saw, and went home to find not a twig out of place and the cats just fine.
Probably around 5-6 years ago. I love sailing. Really. At that time I was sailing on a Topaze 13 (or 14 maybe) so a 13ft (ar 4-5m long) catamaran with a sailing school. On the boat with me, were two girls, around the same age as me (14-15). For this boat it's overweight and overcrowded. Most of the time I'm alone or with one person. They had close to no experience in sailing so they were more of a dead weight than anything else. So as always I was doing everything myself. I was in southern France and here waves are quite short and tend to be harder to sustain for small boats like the one I was one. So something breaking in the middle of the sea (still maximum 2km away from coast) was not unknown to me as I was sailing here for 10 years. But that day was hard. A lot of wind. I sailed with more wind than that but only with a teacher on my boat and never with two dead weights. That day the plan was to cross the bay and then come back. Around 10km journey so 20km in total (+ some tacking). Half way to go, we were around 300m away from the coast on a spot where the coast is almost only sharp rocks. I was quite enjoying my time as the boat was acting good to the wind and maybe a little bit enjoying my speed too much. Suddenly I hear a strong sound and feel the ship slowing down. I no longer feel anything from my mainsheet and I start looking at my hoist. I did not believed what happened. One of the block just exploded and the shockwave propagating just took out the clew. Just a quick remainder: me, the only one being able to do anything. My teacher very far away and from afar nothing seems abnormal. Coast is 300m away, is only sharp rocks, no beach to land and wind is pushing us toward the coast. Heist is a mess and a block exploded. After 2s just being stunned, I thought that we were going to die if we did nothing. I tried sailing holding the sail with my 15 yo small arm but it was too much and I had to let it go. I asked the two girl to unravel the mainsheet and jumped into the water trying to push the catamaran away from the coast. Now I know that it changed nothing and it was dangerous, very dangerous. Both for them and for me. I knew how to do recovery manoeuvres. They did not. I knew how to sail with that weather. They dit not. If I was to drop the hull, they were going straight to the coast. I'm a good swimmer so probably I would have been able to still go to the coast but trust me catching a catamaran you fell from is impossible. After probably 1-2min that felt like eternity, I herd that they unraveled the heist and jumped onto the ship. Now was the tricky part. How to put it back on the sail. We had no manoeuvrability and the wind was pushing us from the back. And yeah I took the sail on my hand and after the girls fighting with the heist we managed to pull it together and resumed sailing. We headed back to our teacher and told him that our heist broke and it was no longer safe to sail so we would like to head back to port. As soon as we came to a lower wind zone near the port entrance, the heist broke again because the change was to abrupt (due to a cliff cutting the wind) and they had to ask for a zodiac to help us and the other boat going back to the sailing school. I always check if my block are rusty now.
of hotels, military bases, health clubs, most pools never above 4'3' I had to go slumming in a Government regulation pool. Not having swum in over a year I quickly swam to the otherside the deep end I was out of shape and out of breath.
During the first semester of my freshman year of high school, I was at my locker getting books between classes. The thing to note is that freshman had a slightly different schedule than anyone else for reasons that I'm not going to get into, so it was only a passing period for freshmen, and most of them just brought the books for multiple classes so there weren't many students at their lockers. Suddenly, the vice principal showed up and yelled at the few of us that were at our lockers to get to the nearest classroom NOW! Apparently, there was a lockdown, but there were no speakers near the lockers so none of us knew. The few of us who were there quickly rushed into the nearest classroom. We were in there just waiting with no knowledge of what was going on for hours. Turns out, a live round (an unfired bullet) was found in a classroom, and the school freaked out (which is reasonable). Turns out, someone stored extra ammo in their backpack when they went hunting over the weekend and forgot to take it out before coming to school and somehow a bullet ended up in a classroom which is weird because we weren't actually allowed to bring our backpacks to class (they had to stay in our lockers) because apparently that was a security concern (because someone might hide a gun in their backpack or something). I don't know the details of how the bullet got there. All I know is that 2 or 3 hours of waiting during a lockdown without being told why it was called in the first place until afterwards was terrifying. For all we knew, there was an active shooter in the building. Highly unlikely in our small, generally safe town where everyone knew everyone, but not impossible, and you can bet that the mere possibility of a school shooter is exactly where every student's mind went. I'm just glad the whole thing turned out to be a false alarm.
Basically, when I was younger, a dog came running at me. We were fostering a dog trying to find its owner and it was playing, but it started running towards me. I thought like goodbye. I got ran over by the dog. It was like 10 times as big as me, I was in the hospital for like two months and I was knocked out for like four hours
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Waiting in line at Little Caesars. After waiting about 20 minutes for a hot and ready pizza I started mumbling to myself. I realized I was the only white person in the place. One guy started swearing at me because according to him I expected them to kiss my ass. After my 5 year old started crying I said “let’s get out of this jungle.” A dickhead from the store followed us out to the car calling us names. …Son and I were victims of racist violence for being white.
22:35 this along with that one movie 'unhinged' is EXACTLY why i don't give anyone the birdie or honk at anyone you never know who's got a weapon, it's better to just let it be 🥲
"i'm not s professional robber" sounds like what a professional robber would say
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Not me, but my brother once found an injured man in the backwoods of a ski resort near closing time.
The man had badly injured his leg from hitting a pine and was unable to crawl out of the tree-well he was stuck in. He'd spent the afternoon like that, yelling for help, but no one could hear since he was pretty deep in the woods. If my brother hadn't been skiing double diamonds around there, this dude could've easily been left out there overnight.
Was cutting up some roast meat when I popped a piece into my mouth, right before one of my kids asked a question. As I went to answer I inhaled the meat and was silently choking on it while I knew calling to my husband would mean it would go down further. Not wanting to choke to death in front of my young children I managed to jam my fingers down my throat to hook around part of the meat and got it out. Definitely thought I was a goner that day.
I was a teenager when a huge, hundreds-years-old, three-story-tall tree (that we didn't know was invested by giant moth larvae) split directly up the middle of the trunk. One half stayed standing, while the other half fell onto our living room roof. I just so happened to be right outside our living room window. My mother watched out said window as the tree fell, grazed the roof, rolled off of the roof, and landed on me. There was a split second, as I looked up and saw the tree coming towards me, that I really thought I was dead.
Two things saved me: 1> It hit the roof first and rolled onto me in the yard. That much momentum loss really did me a solid. 2> I wasn't hit by the huge trunk itself or any of the huge bottom branches. It was the middle - top branches, meaning they were thinner.
The tree knocked me flat on the ground, and I remember feeling every bit of air I had leave my lungs. But I was lucky. I stood up and walked away with some really nasty bruises of my arms and torso, as well as a sprained wrist from trying to catch myself when I fell. Nothing broken, no internal bleeding, no big hemorrhage.
I'm a recovering addict and back in my active addiction- my boyfriend at the time and me would drive about 30 minutes to the inner city and get our stuff. Well my ex was always so cautious and took alot of measures to keep us safe, such as backing in the car in a parking spot just in case anything went down he could quickly get out of there. I used to always jokingly make fun of him for this but one night, our dealing came running up on us with an assault rifle in his hand. And bcuz my ex was backed in, he quickly drove out of there. And I went to look behind us and he shoved my head down right as the guy shot the gun towards our car as we were driving away. Busted the back window and glass flew everywhere.
Ever since then I never joked with him about doing that. That was one of the few times he saved my stupid butt.
I've been sober for 4 years now. And last I heard about my ex, he got sober and stayed sober for years now. I will always be cheering him on in the background, obviously since it's not good for us to see each other. Too much history but man he was a good soul and I'm happy to hear he got his life back on track.
I'm happy to hear you both got clean! I've been clean off dope for about 6 years now and I finish my taper in a few weeks. Down to 8mg! Keep it up!
well done on kicking the habit, and kudos for cheering on your ex at the same time.
I actually have one... well I ACTUALLY was in danger. This was a long time ago but it sticks with me because I scared the shit out of everyone that was with me at the time too.
I have to preface this with: I ride horses; just working around them brings some level of risk, so does riding. Accidents are pretty much inevitable.
It was winter time, I was a pretty much fearless teen that had a reputation for riding whatever horse or pony that was tossed my way. One weekend I get approached by the staff asking if I'd ride this horse that was owned privately. This was not a common occurance, usually the paid staff would undertake this kind of thing, but between the staff and the owner that kind of knew me, they decided that it would be okay for me to do so.
Why was this happening? The horse was being a little shit and its owner had lost confidence with him bolting and her falling off. Fine, whatever, wouldn't be the first or last instance.
No one was prepared. He was a bit spicey but controllable for a good part of our ride around the mountain.... then all hell broke loose. One second we were still, the next he'd taken off full tilt. Right towards a cliff edge. I had to physically turn him with two hands on one rein because he'd gotten the bit between his teeth and was unresponsive. After this he ended up literally running into the group of horses that were with me. One kicked since he literally ran straight into this horses' backside; sadly missed and I got kicked in the leg. I felt nothing. I managed to bail when I got him down to a trot after that. Had to walk him down the mountain on foot, as soon as I got back on he'd bolt again and the ground got extremely precarious. We eventually got back and I did manage the last part without any incidents.
The ride leader came to me afterwards to hug me, saying she thought I was going to die up there. I was a bit shook too, didn't really want to ride this horse again after that. Spoilerr: I ended up riding him in my paid lessons for a while as well and he was still a handful. The owner eventually sold him because he was just too high spirited and wasn't getting enough work. I still have a dent in my shin from the kick to this day.
I grew up in the middle of the forest. Literally. I ran around barefoot, and frequently almost stepped on rattlesnakes. I also frequently ran into water and almost drowned before I could finally swim. I was left alone all day and sometimes all night, I'd be left in the woods or on the street or in random stores. I also had zero impulse control when it came to hard candy and I'd immediately swallow it and almost always started choking. I never learned my lesson 😅 I have a lot more but it gets a little dark so best to leave it here.
I was in my mid 20's and had taken a Greyhound bus to Pittsburgh to meet my online bf for the first time. After some awkward conversations with his friends, who were having a meeting at a pizza place near the bus station, my now ex and I took a bus to his place.
I stepped inside his house and just looked at the scene before me. It was like I had walked into an episode of "Hoarders" and all I could think in that moment was, "I'm going to die here."
My roommate and her daughter had just left for the weekend, and I was nursing a sinus infection. My ex and kids were at his mom's house down the street, but her phone had been turned off and he didn't have a cell phone.
I left my phone to charge while I tried to go to the bathroom by myself despite vertigo and a serious headache. Vertigo made me fall to my knees and hit my shoulder on my dresser. I pulled myself up and kept stumbling towards the bathroom. I fell flat on my face and bloodied my nose and lip, so after taking a moment to shake off the head injury, I decided I should just crawl so I don't fall and hit my head again. In the hallway, almost to the bathroom door (I could touch the doorway with my outstretched hand) I collapsed and shit my pants. I was in and out of consciousness, chuckling to myself because I'd lived through rape and physical abuse and homelessness and near drowning and even being held up at gunpoint and I was about to die from a sinus infection in my shitty underwear within a stone's throw of my kids.
Luckily, my roommate forgot her daughter's inhaler and jacket. Her daughter opened the door and said "Mom, OP is smelling up the house!" Mom walked past her to the hall while the kid went to the kitchen for her inhaler, then said "stay in there! I'll be back." I guess she ran down to my MILs and got my ex but I was barely conscious and everything went dark before she got back. Instead of helping her drag me into the bathtub to get cleaned up he told her to call 911. I was in and out for another two days before walking in the ICU with a chest tube in my side, and being told I had septic pneumonia and meningitis.
Houston native here. That story about the flooding here may very well be the Tax Day floods. They're not kidding, it was hella bad. Then again, any flooding is bad, period.
Love the description of a razorback as a "400 kilo pork monster". Pretty accurate.
The sad thing is, I have a few stories for this one:
1. I went to the Blue Hole in the United States when I was in my mid-twenties. For people unfamiliar with it, it is a popular scuba diving spot in an artisan-fed quarry that measures approximately 60 feet in diameter and 80 feet in depth. I had the bright idea to go and jump in. A significant thing to note is that I am not a strong swimmer, but I thought I was good enough to not be in trouble. Well, once I hit that water, it was freezing, and as soon as I hit it, I completely forgot how to swim. I was thinking, yup, I'm in trouble. Luckily for me, there were lifeguards on duty that jumped in to save me.
2. When I was a kid, I was the annoying kid most people just put up with. This is what put me in a predicament. I don't really remember much, but apparently, one day at church, I annoyed a kid so much that he put a knife on me. I have not gone back to that church in a long time for that and a bunch of other reasons.
3. One day, I was driving to a training 2 hours south of where I live a day after a snowstorm in Texas. I was the one driving, and I don't know why, but I was driving at the speed limit and not very cautiously. At one point on the trip, we crossed a hill, and I saw some trucks with snow plows in front of me. So, not knowing any better, I decided to get on the breaks. I hit a patch of ice, and somehow, I swerved a few times on the road like a lunatic and somehow never flipped my car, but by the time I was done swerving, I was facing the opposite direction of which I started. Luckily, it was early morning, and there weren't many cars on the road.
4. When I was younger, I would have a knack for falling asleep at the car's wheel on long car drives. I never wrecked thankfully, but I did have a few scares.
5. One time, on a long night drive from Texas to Kansas City, I was in thick traffic (I'm not sure what to call it). It was late at night, and I was in a Chevy Silverado. Unbeknownst to me until later, a Semi Truck had blown a tire, and I didn't see it until I hit it on the road. Luckily, there was no damage to the car except a scrape or two.
6. Probably the one that got me closest to death was when, the summer before my sophomore year in High School, I was at a work event with my Aunt, and out of nowhere, I started to feel real sharp pain in the side of my stomach, but I thought not much of it so I carried on. After about an hour or two, the pain became too unbearable, and we had to leave the party early. Once I got home, we realized that I needed to get to the hospital immediately. Once I got there, they checked me out and got me in for an emergency appendectomy. Turns out my appendix had completely burst, and the doctors said that if I had gotten there any later, it probably would not have been perfect for me. Spent 2 weeks in the hospital. My temperature spiked to 105 at one point, but I made it through it. On a positive note, I survived; I got ice cream every night at 2 AM, and most importantly, I survived.
I just realized while typing this how lucky I am to be here today. Thank you to anyone who reads this; I hope you all have a wonderful day!
Thick traffic, heavy traffic, same thing.
Regarding the falling asleep easily at the wheel and frequent Texas driving, I recall Texas has a lot of long, straight stretches of highway (yeah, Arizona is worse, but Arizona has like, only 3 cities). Point is the found out the hard way when designing the US Interstate Highway System to be the German Autobahn on the cheap and make the roads straighter (Hitler wanted 10 miles of somewhat winding highway so Germans could appreciate the countryside for every 1 mile of straight highway which could be emergency runways), they found that driving on a straight road for a really long time makes the driver really fatigued because the horizon isn't changing enough and your brain just starts tuning things out. So yeah, Hitler accidentally made one aspect of highway design safer (still doesn't make up for sending my relatives to Auschwitz)
I was asleep on the couch one night and woke up to what sounded like the front door knob rattling. I quickly grabbed the butcher's knife and the sharpening tool from the block and went to the front door, sharpening the knife like I couldn't wait for my prey to come in. At that I heard my front gate slam, meaning that there really was someone there. It was then that I noticed that we had forgotten to lock the front door. That's when I realized that I had, in fact, almost died.
It wouldn't have been rattling if it were unlocked. It would have just opened. The intruder might have picked the lock if it was jiggling like that.
Our local amusement park got a new ride, called Katapultti (Catapult); like figure 8 bent in the middle to look like L from the profile, something like a rollercoaster but shorter, just the horizontal and vertical loops. First the “train” gathers speed on the level part, back and forth, then it finally goes thru the vertical loop twice, first forward then backwards. We had rode it many times, it wasn’t my favorite, but my friends liked it. My very last ride went a bit differently, tho.
As we entered the first upside down loop, I felt the black foam harness going over my shoulders and chest give away, just a bit, one notch. Im full of fear now, I managed to yank the harness back tightly on the flat part, but this is only the halfway. The second loop and now it gives even more, noticeably! I grab a hold of my seat, tense my legs and push against the back of my seat. Im stuck here, only bestie sitting next to me knows something is wrong. I can only scream-laugh maniacally out of fear, thinking Imma bout to die on this god damn contraption at 14, just great - and I don’t even really like this ride! This horrible, awful ride which replaced my earlier favorite, Breakdance, one I still miss dearly.
I wasn’t smart enough to go tell the operator something was wrong afterwards, I just sat on a nearby bench (my jelly legs wouldn’t take me further) as I tried to tell my friends what happened and gather myself again. I don’t care for rides that go upside down anymore. Later that same summer the whole shoulder harness gave out and fell off, the guy had held himself in place with only his legs, basically hanging from the lap bar. They inspected and fixed it. And then another dude finally fell and died. He is the only amusement park death in Finland Im aware of. That was the end of that ride, tho I gotta say I wasn’t surprised. I already _knew_ the ride wanted to murder people - I knew how scared both guys had been.. I think we all sat in the same seat, I was just lucky & weighed less.
When the person behind me rage-driving kept sussily turning at all the random turns I made to see if they were following me
pro tip for everyone else: go to the nearest police station if someones following you!
@@gabrielsfilms2086 yes very smart!
I might have told this before. But I was a kid and my parents were driving back home from Christmas through the mountains. When it started to snow my dad not accustomed to it at all immediately switched seats with my mom which was when it occurred to me and my sister that shit is about to hit the fan. And yes it did as it was pretty much a blizzard in a tiny 2 lane winding highway ON TOP OF A CLIFF. The roads froze very fast so yeah not great.
My dad was calling all the hotels trying to find us a place to stay while everyone else on the road did the same. As cars were flying off the cliffs. I will never forget seeing a woman who parked her car on the side of the road praying quietly in her car just hoping she will get out of it or none of the speeding out of control cars would hit her. I wasn’t laughing but with lack of ability to do anything as I was a child, I instead got a new temple run high score.
As you could guess after calling every hotel in the area we did get a place to stay and were able to get off the roads and into somewhere warm and safer. Also good news that woman I saw it’s been a long time but I am pretty sure we saw her later in the parking lot of the same hotel. Like I remember one of my parents remarking that it’s the same one and there was some mini conversation we had. So she is good too.
I had gone to school camp with some of my classmates as an elective subject. One of the tasks during this camp was white-water rafting. I was in a raft with 5 other people (six in total) and was the driver/steering person. I was the person who would turn the raft left or right and telling the other five people when to paddle and when to just float in the current.
When going down this really rocky rapid along the stream we were supposed to tuck our feet into the raft and duck in. I wasn't able to duck down in time and fell over the raft, head first, and into the water. I thought I'd be a strong enough swimmer to swim back to the raft, but was so caught of guard that I just grabbed into the nearest rock to me and sat on it.🥴
Of course, I was able to get back to my raft by following the instructors directions but I was so high on adrenaline that I was just laughing the whole time. My friends didn't find it too amusing because from their angle it looked like I smashed my head on a rock and drowned for a bit. 😅
I didn't even realize how lucky I was to have not hit anything when I fell over since their were fallen branches and rocks everywhere.
Rafting is one of the best thing I know. Falling from a raft is one of the worst thing I know too.
Grabbing a rock and staying there is almost always the best thing you can do.
@@phileascurtil5605 10/10 experience would recommend without the falling 😂
@@michiko1002 I'm more into sailing and kayak but one think I learned in kayak is when you fall and you can't grab anything, just go with the flow and stay as flat as possible to avoid hitting anything underwater.
It's a pretty useful advice that maybe saved my back (litteraly) two or three times...
I was riding in the back of a school bus when it got hijacked by some fat guy. I then got flung out of the window after the bus took a sharp turn.
Saw a friend at a convenience store who invited me for a drive. Told me to wait in her car as she would be quick.
I sat in the front passenger seat and closed the door before realizing she failed to tell me about her newly adopted giant Rottweiler, Max, who was in the back seat and hadn't been told about me either.
He sniffed twice at my neck as the door shut and then froze. I felt his sniffs and felt when he went still.
I love dogs and have never ever felt as though a dog could get the better of me except right then.
It was truly a "this is it, this is how I go" moment.
I guess he saw my friend coming out of the store in one of the mirrors because he lost all interest in monching my vertebrae to greet her. I gave her an earful and then became instant bffs with Max.
Right, where tf they gonna go if they rob them in the train? Just back to their seats?
My dad once worked in a prison (low Security and about to close) they were around 3 guards and 5 prisoners. One of the prisoners asked my dad if he wanted to play basketball and my dad Said sure. Then slowly one by one the other prisoners came and my dad noticed he was the only guard. At one point one of the prisoners noticed and Said “hey so youre alone with all of us, arent you afraid?” And my Said “should i be?” They ended up going over to the other guards and then my dad told the other two he was just alone with all 5 and the other guards were like oh shit
Oh also my dad was like around the same age of the prisoners and just Said that they needed to be understood and not treated like prisoners but that he still didnt really want to be alone with all 5 just incase something bad happened
When I was 18 i still hadn’t learned fully to say no to people so I ended up letting a homeless lady into my car to eat the cookies I gave her. Then she ended up asking for a ride, and since she was in my car already I said yes. She didn’t tell me the location but was giving me the directions and guided me to one of the most dangerous parks of my city. Dangerous cause it was a bad neighborhood rife with gang activity but it was also 3 in the morning and pitch black. And while we were in that area she started mumbling about killing something. Stupidly I had put my purse, which had my pocket knife in it, behind her seat so she wouldn’t steal it. Which meant I was without a weapon if she did try something. She ended up taking me to a not great motel nearby and got off there so I guess she changed her mind or something, but I definitely thought I was a goner.
Why did the bf try to steal his weed I would leave him immediately for putting me in a situation like that
I was hiking in the Tennessee woods. I'm a type 1 diabetic and my bloodsugar suddenly tanked miles away from civilization. I was with family, and I had to sit on this boulder and wait for them to go get help in the form of some Little Debbie snacks because I was on the verge of passing out. Poor planning on my part, definitely a lesson learned.
While I was sitting and waiting, sweating profusely, I heard a bear not far from where I was sitting. I had a "Welp, this might be it" moment.
Luckily, they came back before I died, and the bear never got closer to me. I know black bears aren't just big malicious animals who would randomly attack people, but if I had passed out or something, it could have gone a lot worse.
I had just got out of a live-in relationship with someone and was staying with a friend. She was nice. She owned her own house and car and was only 19 like me so I really admired how stable she seemed to be. I was going to move in with her and pay rent and she wanted me to paint art on her walls. One day she called up this guy she knew and put me on the phone to him saying 'you talk to him, he's sooo annoying'. She was basically playing matchmaker.
So I went on a date with this guy. We went to a renaissance fair and I did some fire dancing in a marked off area with some other people who had permission to do so. Met a lot of his friends and made some new ones. She turned up to meet us about an hour after the fair closed and got huffy she missed it. She was huffy our date went well too, which was weird. She offered to drive us home and we were knackered so we agreed. On the way home she tried to drive the car off an embankment, into a truck, into oncoming traffic while my date kept grabbing the steering wheel to pull her back on track. We got out at a red light and she screamed at us. Turns out she was paranoid schizophrenic and had been off her meds a few days. Literally thought she was gonna get in the car and run us down. Never moved out of a house faster.
22:35 That sounds like the beginning of the storyline of Nocturnal Animals. Scary AF!
And *not* what I would call “road rage”.
This actually happened to me this week well past week.
So I was on my way home from work during a heavy rainstorm here in the wonderful state of New Jersey (not really it's crap) So I stop over at a local Dunkin donuts get a drink. Relax for a bit and then thought. Yeah I'm able to drive home still. Well the worst case happened to me. Now for contacts I'm on the autism spectrum yet I'm high functional and able to drive. But at times when I get really exhausted I have what they call. Autistic blackouts meaning I don't know what the heck I'm doing when an episode happens. Usually triggered from exhaustion. It could be random. I could just fall over. I could have a meltdown, it's just happens. Now anyway I had an an autistic blackout and well my body didn't respond to me and I was like crap. My foot went down on the accelerator instead of the brake and well got sideswiped by a Chrysler PT cruiser. Sadly enough it was my fault since my body thought it was okay to push the accelerator instead of the brake. I was just sitting there in my head laughing. Well there goes my good driving record.
Moral of the story if you are on the autism spectrum and you feel like an episode's about to come on from exhaustion. Please call a family member or at least some friend of yours to come by and stop you from getting back in your car before you drive because those episodes can really screw up your life
I was at summercamp and we were in the pool. I used to do this thing where I'd let enough air out of my lungs so I wouldn't float, and I'd lay at the bottom of the pool. I'd sit there for ten seconds or so and shoot up for air. One time, I was doing this. Another kid thought, "Hey, I'm going to use him as a surf board." Of course he did this right before I was going back up for air. We were in the shallow section, so he wasn't submerged. Which means I couldn't push him off. He stood on my back for like twenty seconds. I wanted to conserve my air, so I just sat there tapping his ankle. It was very scary.
Story 25 is worth hanging around for, that person certainly were in some hella dangerous situations! I mean besides the soldier in a war zone, story 25 was crazy!
The only thing I got was hooking up with a stranger, inviting him to my place, had some kinks talked about but in no WAY was I prepared to be tightly ziptied behind my back and choked out to the point of blacking out or I guess losing consciousness. I am incredibly lucky that he wanted to slap me back into consciousness instead of killing me. It happened right after he walked through the door so there was like no time to react in any way. It took some time coming out of that daze to realize what even happened let alone he could of killed me. Crazy choices we sometimes make.
Was around 7 at the time and went To go down and take out the recycling. It was around 10:00 at night when my senses just kicked into f****** overdrive. I realized I was hearing multiple voices in cars driving around the neighborhood. A man then walks down the corner with a skateboard and says "there's that little f***er, get him!" He then starts flying down the sidewalk at me with a couple bricks it starts throwing out at me. I just stood there backing up slightly and and thinking "well this is the end". They were too close and there was no way I was going to get away. He then said if I tried to run she would make sure my sister's death was painful. This is what I remembered I had a family in the house behind me and I wasn't going to let that s*** happen. I ran in the house it just barely getting inside before the got me, their body's slamming into the door as they reached for what I assumed to be their guns or knives. I knew there was no fighting the situation out. I thought of a quick plan through my tears (I was an absolute mess) started screaming that I was armed in yelling for my mother to get the bat (this part was actually true. We had a metal rod that we wrapped in leopard print duct tape. It's one of the reasons why we call our mother the punk rock Snow White). I started banging around to try to make it convincing. Apparently this works because they ran before my dad could even get out in the living room and figure out what was going on. He then told my siblings that I was lying to get attention, beat me within an inch of my life, and gas let me into believing that I overreacted. My family is great but I'm thankful to have them. To this day I Wonder what would have happened if I hadn't been a little faster.
That's terrible! I hope life is better for you now than it was back then. I've heard of awful parents assuming that their children were lying about genuine problems "just to get attention" before, but never about something that serious. I'm glad you're okay.
Any idea what prompted all of this?
I watched this during a tornado, am I in danger?
-yes its spring
Ayyyyye earliest I've seen one of your uploads
Walked into a biker bar got a beer when i realized there were several members of a 1% club inside. Problem was the local 1% club claimed the entire area and warned all others to stay out. So needless to say Im trying to finish my beer and gtfo. Well right as i finished and payed all hell breaks loose. Ended up having to fight my way out. Thankfully no injuries. Fast-forward about 6 year later I'm a cable installer and I ended up doing an install at the house of one of the other 1% clubs members. Bonus he remembers me. Starts laughing saying I had a good right cross. Turned out he was one of the bikers I fought to get out. Got invited to a hangout that weekend. They were actually rather chill and all got a good laugh that I almost knocked the guy out. Didnt keep up with them but showed me not all 1% clubs are douchebags 😂
“Would have been awkward to stay around with someone i met 12 hr ago.” Oh but you can sleep with them right? This generation man, makes me ashamed to be their age.
**Exactly** my thoughts.. and I was about done with this video there.
As a native in yeehaw country, people never realize how much it rains here despite the desert stereotype.
Was a small child once, probably around the ages 6-8. Almost got my finger snatched by crocodile by sticking my little finger over the edge of the high glass the separated the tourist from the enclosure. That was the day I learned they could jump... Still never told my parents who never saw this happen.
Once I lent my phone to a homeless woman I had just met. She had a friend, a man lying on the ground. We talked. He was mumbling, so I bent down to hear him. And he got more mumbly, so I bent down further. I was bent most of the way over, and suddenly realized, "hey, he got me in the perfect position to have a bottle smashed over the back of my head"
Nobody did that though. They were just nice. And she was so thankful.
it was stupid to bend down that far. I refuse to believe it was stupid to have the whole interaction and lend my phone to someone, I'd do it again.
6:57 Thats Houston. When it rains, just stay inside as much as you can.
I was traveling in Britain and had gone to the Avebury Stone Circle. There are several sites around this area that you can walk to and I had seen most of them. I was crossing a road to head to a path that led to one of the sites but realized that I had gone the wrong way to get to the path so I could see the path at the top of this embankment that was now in front of me and thought maybe I'd climb up the embankment. Then I changed my mind. Unfortunately this indecisiveness is happening on a smallish highway that runs through the area. There are no sidewalks and I see a car coming. 'Well, up the embankment it is.' So I start to scramble up the embankment only to discover that it had been mowed not too long before. And it's damp. And it's slippery. I feel myself going down so grab for one of the bushes that is growing there. As my hand is going towards this bush my brain registers that this is a thistle bush. But it only registers this as the hand reaches the bush. Then my brain says to me 'This is it, this is how you go. Screaming in pain from a thistle bush and sliding down an embankment into a highway. But hey, it's Avebury. Could be worse places to be hit by a car.' It's like slow motion as I watch the horrified faces of these people at the top of the embankment. I was laughing as I went. Now the driver of the car sees this scenario unfolding and swishes by and *boom* down I go into the road. Not hit but laughing hysterically. So now there's people across the road in a car park staring at the insane woman laughing her a** off while seated on her a** on a highway muttering something about. "Thistles are owie."
I'm sure I've been in more than a few situations where I climbed a tree or something too high and then realized I had no idea how I was going to safely get myself back down again because climbing UP is a lot easier than climbing DOWN.
You mean climbing up is a lot more easier than climbing down. That's at least my experience. You can hardly see where you put your feet.
@@dresden_slowjog dangit i did mean easier i accidentally typed difficult thanks for catching that for me
Did this on a mountain. Was a slog to get up because the cliff face had eroded taking out a huge chunk or what had been a previously safe climb a few days before. The view was amazing. A patchwork of pineapple plantations, bordering on a rainforest and then some houses dotted the landscape leading out to the sea. Heard a crack of thunder and turned to see a large and very active storm cloud speeding up on us.
Did you know you can slide down a medium-difficulty climb on your butt with the right motivation?
I was making tea trying to wake up while taking care of my newborn. LEFT MY FRIGGIN SPOON IN THE CUP AS IT SLID UNDER THE LIQUID as I put it in our microwave. Can only guess that's why the microwave didn't explode in my face. Realized what happened after a second or so and immediately stopped the microwave. . Told my spouse. He stayed home for the evening and let me sleep for awhile.
This took place the last time I went clubbing. I don't really drink so I'm usually the designated driver. And I take my job SERIOUSLY. if I come with 10 people, I'm LEAVING with those same 10 people. But I was only with my BF's sister. While we were dancing there was a group of men that seemed like they were talking inventory of the people as if they were shopping. I noticed, but I didn't wanna make a big deal of it. My friend needed to let off the stress of her job. Luckily a group of people also noticed and invited us to hang out with them. They were celebrating their friend's 21st birthday.
About 2 hours went by and I was just standing there with my drink in hand (A Shirley Temple to be exact, non alcoholic) and a man wearing red, with a red hat in starting to walk over to me. And I knew what was happening. I was either about to get hit on, or he was going to try something. Normally I have no problem standing up for myself, but I know my power level. I'm 5' 4" and I weigh 145 lbs, and this man is bigger than my 6' 300 lbs brother. I was screwed. Luckily, by the grace of God this woman that invited us to their party got in the middle of us and I just heard a loud "don't you f*cking dare!" and my heart started beating again. She saved my a$$. I went into the bathroom afterwards and started warning girls of this group, because if they weren't going after me anymore, they might change targets, girl code and all that. And it seemed to work because I saw that same group of men walk out when the club closed. I don't remember what these girls'names were, I only remember a girl with the name of a Disney princess (not gonna say her name for her privacy) but if you guys are reading this, thanks! I owe you guys a shot 😂
Guy I was seeing (for one month, just over winter break) got high and proceeded to do donuts ON a mountain access road during a blizzard, with an industrial snowplow coming up in the opposite lane.
During my dads 4th divorce i went over to their house to get some of my stuff for school. Immediately his wife threw the door in my face and started screaming at me before she left. I just started laughing and went to my room and got on the phone with my older sister. She had already been disowned by dad, who I thought had left too. Im the middle of our conversation my dad blew up and bursted into my room yelling with tears all over his face. He had been crying behind my door while eavesdropping on me and Immediately after i told him to leave i yelled at my sister to come get me asap. I didnt know this then, but my dad had really snapped and there was a gun sitting beside my bedroom door where he was eavesdropping. My sister thinks he was gonna murder suicide with me but I think he was so out of it he thought killing his last daughter would end all of the problems, because otherwise he wouldn't have had the willpower to stop himself when he heard me on the phone with my sister.
Me and dad are goodish rn, but it still breaks my brain that he almost murdered me for someone who he'd known for 3 years and had been cheating on him for 3 years.
High school. Three neighbors ran my bike off the road with their dad's car.
Gang stomped me. They finally finished stomping on my head, kicking my back and ribs, and I vividly recall thinking,
"Oh. They're going to run over my head now, and kill me. I'm gona die."
Just then, an upperclassman rounded the corner and they heard his car. It took a long time for Kurt to get there, but his car driving up was the only thing that kept them from squashing my skull.
I waved one arm in the air from my fetal position. He saw me.
He stopped and yelled, "Are you alright?"
"No."
He called cops from a stranger's house. They came and asked me what happened, who did it, etc.
Left me with brain damage, a jaw that didn't work very well, years of confusion, emotional trouble, memory issues and bad judgement.
Good times.
Awkward to stay over but not awkward to sleep with someone you don't know is crazy to me. I never understood hookup culture.
I was thinking, nah, I don’t have any of these… I never went to wild parties, never went to war, never got pulled out by a rip current and nearly… wait a minute… I didn’t learn to swim until I was over 8 years old. Folks… teach your kids to swim, as young as you can safely do so. I did with my kids and here’s why…
When I was 2, I fell head first into a rain barrel and if my sister hadn’t been there, I would have drowned. When I was maybe 4-5 we were leaving a pool at a campsite and I was drying my hair (I played in the shallow end the whole time) and walked right into the water. A teenager hastily grabbed me and lifted me out. When I was a little older, my brothers convinced us to play in a pond nearby. I was walking across it when I stepped into a deep portion. One of my brothers pulled me out but I had a couple of seconds to recognize that I was now in almost complete darkness with no idea how to get back up again. Finally we got a 3-foot deep pool and I learned what I should have long before. How many times do you have to come close to losing a kid before you decide it’s worth the effort to teach them a life skill?
I also got lost in the woods once in Louisiana with some other kids… we found our way back. Another time I was helping my brother collect grubs for fishing when a water moccasin came along aiming for the same one I was reaching for. He had brought a hoe and killed it before I even knew it was there. And once I was berry picking and heard a famous rattling sound. I’d always been told to freeze and let the snake slither away but that wasn’t the response my brain chose. I sprinted out of there.
And finally… one day before Christmas, I was home with two of my teen brothers and my sister when another brother called to say that there was a tornado bearing down on us. He was at a friend’s house up the street and we had been waiting to bring a big pot of chili to a Christmas party in town. So we all run to the back windows and there it is, a big, fat, dark grey swirling mass behind the treeline.
So like morons these responsible teenagers decide not to take shelter, no… one grabbed the chili, one grabbed his guitar, I grabbed my Snoopy plushie and we piled into the car and drove like maniacs away from the house. My dramatic sister was blubbering the whole time about the cats but man… I knew they were too smart to stay exposed and were probably under the foundations hiding. In town, we told my mom, who had a “welp, the house will be there or it won’t” attitude and we went ahead and attended the party, telling everyone what we saw, and went home to find not a twig out of place and the cats just fine.
Once I fell down a really far slope and almost conked my head on a rock at the bottom. 👍 I also almost choked on food while alone but it was all good.
Probably around 5-6 years ago. I love sailing. Really. At that time I was sailing on a Topaze 13 (or 14 maybe) so a 13ft (ar 4-5m long) catamaran with a sailing school. On the boat with me, were two girls, around the same age as me (14-15). For this boat it's overweight and overcrowded. Most of the time I'm alone or with one person. They had close to no experience in sailing so they were more of a dead weight than anything else. So as always I was doing everything myself.
I was in southern France and here waves are quite short and tend to be harder to sustain for small boats like the one I was one. So something breaking in the middle of the sea (still maximum 2km away from coast) was not unknown to me as I was sailing here for 10 years. But that day was hard. A lot of wind. I sailed with more wind than that but only with a teacher on my boat and never with two dead weights.
That day the plan was to cross the bay and then come back. Around 10km journey so 20km in total (+ some tacking). Half way to go, we were around 300m away from the coast on a spot where the coast is almost only sharp rocks. I was quite enjoying my time as the boat was acting good to the wind and maybe a little bit enjoying my speed too much. Suddenly I hear a strong sound and feel the ship slowing down. I no longer feel anything from my mainsheet and I start looking at my hoist. I did not believed what happened. One of the block just exploded and the shockwave propagating just took out the clew.
Just a quick remainder: me, the only one being able to do anything. My teacher very far away and from afar nothing seems abnormal. Coast is 300m away, is only sharp rocks, no beach to land and wind is pushing us toward the coast. Heist is a mess and a block exploded.
After 2s just being stunned, I thought that we were going to die if we did nothing. I tried sailing holding the sail with my 15 yo small arm but it was too much and I had to let it go. I asked the two girl to unravel the mainsheet and jumped into the water trying to push the catamaran away from the coast.
Now I know that it changed nothing and it was dangerous, very dangerous. Both for them and for me. I knew how to do recovery manoeuvres. They did not. I knew how to sail with that weather. They dit not. If I was to drop the hull, they were going straight to the coast. I'm a good swimmer so probably I would have been able to still go to the coast but trust me catching a catamaran you fell from is impossible.
After probably 1-2min that felt like eternity, I herd that they unraveled the heist and jumped onto the ship. Now was the tricky part. How to put it back on the sail. We had no manoeuvrability and the wind was pushing us from the back. And yeah I took the sail on my hand and after the girls fighting with the heist we managed to pull it together and resumed sailing.
We headed back to our teacher and told him that our heist broke and it was no longer safe to sail so we would like to head back to port. As soon as we came to a lower wind zone near the port entrance, the heist broke again because the change was to abrupt (due to a cliff cutting the wind) and they had to ask for a zodiac to help us and the other boat going back to the sailing school.
I always check if my block are rusty now.
of hotels, military bases, health clubs, most pools never above 4'3' I had to go slumming in a Government regulation pool. Not having swum in over a year I quickly swam to the otherside the deep end I was out of shape and out of breath.
17:30 ...how the hell did the higher ups go 'yah that school? the bad ppl are in there'
Man advantage, beleive that's called admantage
All these ops pulled a ralph if you ask me
All the time haha that’s a joke btw 5:13 welcome to the danger zone 🎵
Story 1
Story 2
Story 13 lol
I’m Canadian and I openly disagree with our dictator.
He should've replied in Serbian that they had no money but they can defend themselves
During the first semester of my freshman year of high school, I was at my locker getting books between classes. The thing to note is that freshman had a slightly different schedule than anyone else for reasons that I'm not going to get into, so it was only a passing period for freshmen, and most of them just brought the books for multiple classes so there weren't many students at their lockers. Suddenly, the vice principal showed up and yelled at the few of us that were at our lockers to get to the nearest classroom NOW! Apparently, there was a lockdown, but there were no speakers near the lockers so none of us knew. The few of us who were there quickly rushed into the nearest classroom. We were in there just waiting with no knowledge of what was going on for hours. Turns out, a live round (an unfired bullet) was found in a classroom, and the school freaked out (which is reasonable). Turns out, someone stored extra ammo in their backpack when they went hunting over the weekend and forgot to take it out before coming to school and somehow a bullet ended up in a classroom which is weird because we weren't actually allowed to bring our backpacks to class (they had to stay in our lockers) because apparently that was a security concern (because someone might hide a gun in their backpack or something). I don't know the details of how the bullet got there. All I know is that 2 or 3 hours of waiting during a lockdown without being told why it was called in the first place until afterwards was terrifying. For all we knew, there was an active shooter in the building. Highly unlikely in our small, generally safe town where everyone knew everyone, but not impossible, and you can bet that the mere possibility of a school shooter is exactly where every student's mind went. I'm just glad the whole thing turned out to be a false alarm.
1, 2, 13, 4.... Where did you learn to count my dude?
Story 10? Leaving someone alone with your son who you know can be extremely violent? Wtf.
I feel like op was young in the last story also that bf is stupid for stealing the weed
I hate these prompts where almost nobody answers it properly. So frustrating.
18:55 I CAN HEAR THE EXPRESSION ??
@1:00 Story 13?
Stupid but Falling asleep in the bath & woke up blowing bubbles,
s16 we SURE she wasnt a zombie?
I'm convinced redditors don't know what sauntered looks like 😂😂
Horns? Pigs/boars have tusks.
This was a pork monster, and we know what he meant
what is the background game called?
Basically, when I was younger, a dog came running at me. We were fostering a dog trying to find its owner and it was playing, but it started running towards me. I thought like goodbye. I got ran over by the dog. It was like 10 times as big as me, I was in the hospital for like two months and I was knocked out for like four hours
You don’t chuckle and laugh thinking you are dying when you are drowning 🙄
What game is this??
Haha ah 2years ago 😂 crazy how the world is these days
FIRST. Im so proud of myself😂
Your 3rd but grate job on trying good luck next time
@@Pokecodm22712 OH COME ONNNN XD
@@JoanRamirez-zo3pm yeah valiant effort
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Darn I'm not first
@@Fnaf_king27 no but good job trying second is pretty good u git second by 2 seconds after me
I like your videos, but you were adding too many ads. It’s getting really annoying to the point that I don’t wanna watch them anymore. Please stop adding so many ads.
No adds=no money=no videos
He doesn’t control the ads
New to RUclips? Ads fund everything, unless you want your creators shilling for donations and taking sponsorships.
RUclips creators don't control what or how many ads play on their videos. If he's getting more placed in them, it's because his videos are hitting the algorithm and getting more views. You should be HAPPY because this means the channel is actually making MONEY.
He can’t control the ads
it’s such high quality content i don’t mind all the ads 🤷
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Yay I’m so early! Hope you see this comment, love your videos!
31st
When trump ran for president the first time
I feel that but for Biden I was actually correct tho
But did you die?
Waiting in line at Little Caesars. After waiting about 20 minutes for a hot and ready pizza I started mumbling to myself. I realized I was the only white person in the place. One guy started swearing at me because according to him I expected them to kiss my ass.
After my 5 year old started crying I said “let’s get out of this jungle.” A dickhead from the store followed us out to the car calling us names.
…Son and I were victims of racist violence for being white.
Jungle was probably the appropriate term there 😂
22:35 this along with that one movie 'unhinged' is EXACTLY why i don't give anyone the birdie or honk at anyone
you never know who's got a weapon, it's better to just let it be 🥲