I found it a bit insensitive after all those heavy and sad stories, but I understand that dude probably just put his usual prerecorded outro . So no hate for a guy.
It goes by a few different names and is actually a challenge. Sometimes called the "Protect Women and Children Challenge" or more commonly called "The Jeffrey Epstein Challenge." I have know of TWO rapists who have been recipients of this challenge even before it happened. Due to my visual impairment AKA Blind Privilege, I didn't have to report it to LEOs. #BlindPrivilege
Not just me, but all the kids in my neighborhood: It was a snow day and we lived on a hill. We spent the entire day sledding and had a great time. Someone came up with the idea of making a "train" by tying 3 sleds together in a train. Just before we were going to go down, my Mom called in my siblings and I to come inside. We were disappointed but went inside. Because we left, the kid at the base of the hill who was looking out for cars decided to get on the train too. There were hardly any cars so everyone figured it was fine. They went down and 4 of the 6 kids fell/jumped off before they got to the bottom. The 2 in the front made it down to the street and were hit by a truck. One kid broke an arm or leg and my best friend was killed. We were both 6 years old. I became close friends with his younger brother who was also on the train but fell off. Years later, their Mom heard the driver of the truck had massive guilt over hitting them. She sent him a wonderful letter telling him it wasn't his fault, that it was an accident and that they didn't hate him. No one person was responsible for what happened but each of us played a part and it is still with me today.
Awww I don’t think anybody in the situation was at fault. You guys were all little kids and didn’t know any better nor did the truck driver know that was going to happen. I’m so sorry this happened to you! The mother is a wonderful person
Well, the story with the CSA grandpa just hit me right in the guts. One would say that the grandma would report him to the police, but she went full nuke mode and murdered him? Whoah!
@@MysticMythicalFoxProductions it was a bit more complex, protecting your child over the maybe loved one (as that love could have easily gone out with the truth), and in that case, you can kill anyone
What breaks me is how in most of these stories the deaths were actually caused by the dead person's stupidity/irresponsibility and yet those people still blame themselves for what happened.
When he was young, my father was running home for dinner (his mother was very strict when it came to dinnertime). At that moment, he saw a friend of his getting on his scooter, and wanted to stop and chat with him, however, since he was late already, he decided to leave it and head straight home instead. Not long after his friend fell from his scooter and died on the highway. My dad doesn't feel guilty, but still wonders if he would've lived had he stopped to chat.
Why do I want to intentionally make a bomb which has coils of copper wire, all which would fly out, and with a pitcher of water, creating a MASSIVE area of effect for electrocution via water. Basically, the explosion, flings shrapnel of copper wire all over, and then, a second explosion, designed to spread water over a large area could be used as well. Making a massive death trap.
the people who tell about abuse and then the abuser takes their own life or is killed by others are not responsible for the deaths at all and they did the right thing by telling
I am NOT saying it's ever OK to murd3r somebody. But it was refreshing to hear the grandma from Story 3 took her grandkids' accusations seriously, whether or not his death and messed-up meds were just a _very, very_ weird coincidence or not. I feel like every story I've ever heard about children being SA'd by their grandfathers ends up in injustice because the family never believes he would do something like that (as the mom did) and so they take no action, allowing it to continue until he dies, the family moves away, etc.
@@Yuhyeauhuhsurebuddy1 you won't get punished for it directly but it does often affect how the algorithm decides what gets shown and what doesn't to certain degrees of prominence
I'm a truck driver and this week has been the closest I came to unaliving someone because of their own stupidity. Going 68mph down a split highway. Left lane completely empty no cars visible in my mirrors. 2 semis in the right lane, me and another truck maybe 8-10 seconds behind me. Car makes a left onto the road into the right lane (again 2 trucks already occupy this lane) when I'm under 2 seconds from the intersection. My trucks emergency breaks automatically kick in and automatically honks the horn and it applies full breaks. I'm lucky that I'm unloaded so its just my trailer behind me allowing me to swerve to the left lane truck still breaking and blaring its horn as I'm skidding past the vehicle. They never even tried to move over to the shoulder, speed up, or anything just I'm going here everyone else better get out of my way. It take a second for my truck to release the autobraking but if I had a load I could not shift lanes without loosing control (flipping the load) and I would take out that (or anyone else that stupid) dumb idiot before flipping my tuck and them just driving away.
A very good friend from my highschool years killed himself When I was 17, I used to go over to his place all the time & we'd smoke weed & he'd play guitar. He was my first smoking buddy I ended up moving away. A little over a decade later I was making plans to move back home. One day I checked my Facebook account I was using at the time He had sent me a message asking what's up I decided not to answer right away since I was planning on moving back soon. I thought I could surprise him Anyway I finally got to go back home After I find a place & get moved in, I messaged him & tell him I'm in town His girlfriend responds & tells me he passed away I found out later it was suicide To this day, I don't know why he did it. I have no idea what he was going through But I do know that if I'd replied to him sooner I could have saved him. He would have talked to me I miss you Alex. I hope they have weed in Heaven
they may indeed have weed in heaven as its stated god created all living creatures so indeed they must have weed in heaven, your friend must be trying to outsmoke an angel with bongs.
When I was 4, my slightly older half-brother came to live with us. Unfortunately he had a horrible past which he didn’t deserve. I was jealous, so I would narc on him and with such a strict dad, he was constantly in trouble. Fast forward 8 years, he ended up killing himself. It haunts me-I was his brother and should have treated him better. Granted he was my best friend and we had a lot of fun together, but I think if he had better support from me he wouldn’t have taken his own life. Coolest dude I’ve ever known to this day. Treat everyone with respect and kindness because you never know what is going on in their mind.
Part of the grieving process for one of my friends involved blaming myself, so I was convinced for a while that I could have and should have prevented their death. I'll call him Robert. I was good friends with him as a young child of 8, we were attached at the hip from the day we met for years and years. One day, I'm over at his house playing Halo 1 and he runs to the bathroom between matches. In comes his sister, who proceeds to annoy me and tease me like crazy, and I being a firm believer that girls have cooties, reject her firmly, even telling her brother that she'd been very annoying while he was gone. He slugged her hard on her leg, she cried to their mother, who told their father, who came in and told me I needed to leave because Robert was grounded for hitting his sister. When I got outside the door, I heard Robert's voice: "No, no!" and the sound of something wooden breaking. I had finally gotten permission to go over to his house again, and gleefully, we played every day after school. Years go by like this, climbing trees, playing games, and we're now fully driving teenagers. When we could drive, we drove everywhere. Often we would bring Tiffany along, but we were admittedly very rude to her the whole time; I didn't really consider her my friend, either. She was my friend's annoying, weird little sister. We never did anything really outlandish, but we would call her zit face, lock the doors in the car and inch forward when she would try to get in, we'd tease her for never having friends to hang out with and always having to tag along with us. Just typical rude teenage big brother stuff. She was also really big into anime and we weren't, so we roasted her hard for that one. So picture this: I'm sitting alone in my room on the floor with the light off, playing Halo 3 with the volume down because it's a school night and I don't wanna wake my mom up. It's at least 10 already and I'm about to turn off my game and go to bed. But there's a knock on the window. This never happened. I wasn't a star child or anything, but I also never snuck out at night. So I was scared. I peeked out my window, and I saw Tiffany. Part of me was almost mad to see her there because I had a general disdain towards her, but I walked outside my back door to see what she wanted anyways. It was a very warm summer night, I remember it well. The crickets were singing loud, there wasn't a single car on the street. Miles away you could hear the occasional semi truck on the highway, running his jakes. I asked her what she wanted, and she didn't say anything, just stayed sat down on a bench in my back yard with her head in her hands. I sat down next to her, and she lunged on me, bawling her eyes out and gasping between sobs. I hugged her back because I didn't know what else to do or say. "My dad died," she finally managed to tell me. We shared that night together, just her and I. I knew she needed it. Someone to talk to, to really be her friend. Anyways, rather than go to her family, her brother, mom, or her two best friends, she came to me. Looking back I really should have paid more attention to that fact. After crying on the bench and talking about how her father passed, I stood up and told her we'd walk to the park to ease her mind. We did that, and swung on the swings, slid down the slides, and climbed to the top of the hanging bars. I slipped and fell, she tried to catch me, and I dragged her off the bars where we both landed hard on the ground, knocking the wind out of us. If we weren't hurt we would've laughed harder, but we hit the ground pretty hard. We laid there, her head on my shoulder and mine on hers, our cheeks gently rubbing together; I ran my fingers through her short hair. We spotted a shooting star, I told her "Hurry up and wish on it, I'll get the next one." She said "I already did. I wished that we could be together forever." And of course, I told her, "Well now it won't come true, you weren't supposed to tell me." And we laughed about it. We picked out constellations for what seemed like an eternity. Truthfully, we probably laid there for 4 hours talking. After that, we walked back to our street, hand in hand. I can still remember my cheeks hurting from smiling so much. She had a way with humor, and given the grim situation, she was really firing off the jokes back to back. When we got to her house, she pulled me in for a hug and said "Thank you so much for this. I can't go home." I told her, "We can go sleep on my trampoline, if you want?" and she nodded her head. When I got in the house and saw the stove clock said 3:55 am, I nearly gasped out loud. I grabbed my comforter and a couple pillows off my bed, and I changed from my jeans and t-shirt to some shorts. As I was doing so I remembered she was wearing jeans too and thought she might be more comfortable in shorts, so I grabbed an extra pair. I went outside, and I saw her laying on the trampoline in her underwear. As much as I wish I was that guy, I'm not that guy. I put the blankets on the trampoline, crawled on, and sat with her, where I very awkwardly pretended to notice she was in her underwear. "Oh I see how it is," I say. She laughed, I laughed, and I laid down, to go to sleep. She laid down too, but pulled my arm over her. I didn't resist much, but boy was I in trouble when we got properly spooned up. She reached back to find what was poking her in the back of the leg, and we had sex. It was her first, and mine, and I was very scared. Props to her for holding it together though, she really made that experience about as good as you can expect it. We finished up, cuddled each other to sleep for about five seconds, and then the sun was coming up and we had to go to school, so I snuck her out front to wait in my car, ran inside and brushed my teeth, grabbed two bagels and ran out the door before my parents got out of bed. My blankets never made it back inside though and got hit by the morning sprinklers, that was fun to explain. In the car on the way to school, I told her "We can't tell Robert. We can't tell anyone." And she agreed. We came to an agreement that it would be our secret night, and nobody else had to know. It wasn't more than a few weeks after that I met my first serious girlfriend, much to Tiffany's disappointment and probably quite a bit of heartbreak, I'd imagine. She and I dated until we graduated high school, then she moved, and I moved, and we all moved on. Tiffany and I didn't talk much after that night. Robert and I had kinda gone our separate ways, not due to a fallout or anything, but just because we had different interests and different friend groups to hang out with, plus college. We kept up casually, and we made an effort to get together occasionally. He was still my best friend, but I was much too busy for a social life at that point. Tiffany also graduated and went to college with her two best friends. She met a guy, they quickly got married, and she had her first baby at 19 years old. I remember her wedding, she was very pregnant, and I remember telling her before I left for the night, "If he ever gives you trouble you let me know, okay?" and that was the last time I saw her alive or spoke to her. 6 years later, she'd dropped out of college, her husband was struggling to keep steady work. They'd moved hundreds of miles away from home, and I knew from seeing her posts on Facebook that she would often beg her husband to go see her mom and visit family back home. They made this drive frequently, more than once a month. Robert had been telling me of what was going on, he knew there was trouble in paradise. Tiffany's husband was a horrible father, and an abusive man. He told me she'd called him a dozen times already telling him she'd had enough and she was going to drive over to his house for the night, which is a 7 hour drive. Unfortunately, on one of those nights, Tiffany was trying to get back home to family with her baby girl. Her husband had agreed to drive her. During the 7 hour drive, their vehicle crossed the median and struck a semi truck head on, killing all three of them instantly. According to Robert, the last phone call he'd received from her she told him "I really think he's gonna kill me, I don't feel safe being alone with him." At her funeral, Robert read a beautiful and haunting eulogy. I will summarize the part which is most relevant, to the best of my ability. This was near the end. "And when dad died, we both dealt with it the same exact way. We ran. I had no clue where she went that night, but I went to my happy place. I drove up the canyon and watched the city lights from above. But just last year after having a drink or two too many, Tiffany finally told me what she did that night. Yoda, (that's me), I want you to know that I would have been okay with you dating my sister. She said the night she spent with you, she was safe. She never felt safe again, but for a few months after meeting Guy, after leaving you to go to school in the morning. Thank you for taking care of her that day. She loved you a lot. When she needed someone, you were there. I will always look back at the time we spent together with so much love and happiness. Thank you all for coming."
Of course it's normal to feel guilty in this scenario but you could have never known about this. From my perspective all you did was give her life when she needed it and for that I'm sure she had always been thankful.
@@SoI- 4 major points: 1. Childhood friend has a sister. 2. Their father dies when they're teens. One night of eloping. 3. She (much) later dies in suspicious circumstances with her husband and baby. 4. Sad eulogy still haunts me.
My dad was accidentally hit by a semi driver late at night on an off ramp. My dad either stepped out on purpose or his disease got to his brain too much, so our family doesn't hold any hard feelings towards the driver or anything. My uncle was a cop so he was able to talk to the guy and let him know that. We then found out his wife was sleeping in the cabin too. I can only imagine how they might still feel about it, I truly hope they are both doing well. I think about them often, I just hope they know it wasn't their fault at all
Ironically, about a year later as I was driving on the highway a woman walked out and got hit. The car behind me then slammed into me and totaled my car. It was dark so I couldn't see the body well, but I expected a more gory sight. I had to just stand there with police, the family who hit her, the guy who hit me, and this body for about 30 minutes until my mom was able to come pick me up. I can still hear the wails from that family, all I could think was how lucky I was to have to have been a couple cars behind. Needless to say I am not a fan of cars
An accident happened a decade ago where a woman in her late 50s suddenly jaywalked and tripped behind my brother's motorbike, which caused her to lose her balance and slam her head into the highway ground. My brother stopped, checking on her, and called a response team as soon as possible. Unfortunately, blunt head traumatic injury caused her death. Her family tried to sue us, but unfortunately, with enough evidence, especially the street cameras capturing what happened, they withdrew and accepted that its not my brother's fault. We paid for her burial and other financial assistance to help the grieving family.
I was at a BBQ once, when I was like 7-8, and i loved roasted chestnuts. I took some and tried to roast them, but they caught on fire. So I chuched them to the side onto the ground, covering them with dirt. About 10 minutes later, I heard a scream and saw the capony where the bbq was being hosted under starting to catch on fire. Everyone tried to put it out, but it kept spreading. It collapsed, and everyone made it out exept for one of the parents. About an hour later they found her body burnt up, and one of the older kids started crying about how he kicked some stones at the capony and it started to smoke. They ended up being my burnt chestnuts, not fully out yet. I made the fire that killed a woman. It's been 12 years. I still think about her
I have always wondered what happens if a fbi or irs agent or something just logs onto the subreddit and charges thousands of people for third degree murder
They can’t charge anyone because there isn’t any clear evidence. Just because someone says something on the internet doesn’t mean they can be legally charged. I have wondered this many times too lol
I mean most of these have no real FBI jurisdiction. The Feds don’t have a general murder law, for murder to be a federal crime it has to be civil rights related, or be a political office holder, or be an officer or employee of the federal government, who was killed because of their position with the federal government.
me and my parents live abroad. so i always looked forward to see my grandparents growing up. they ran a successful small local restaurant and I felt so proud. grandma's health worsened so they were planning on closing the restaurant. as a dumb kid I really didn't want the restaurant to be closed. I was in the verge of tears. my grandma being the most loving person ever, went against my grandpa's wishes and ran the restaurant for half a decade longer till she really couldn't do it anymore. at some point I hit puberty and I was rebellious. I'd often be rude to my grandma. my puberty passed, I felt awkward calling them since. till one day we got a call from a hospital that my grandma fell on a staircase and cracked her head. grandpa was understandably upset. he asked us why haven't we called them for months, she was crying the other day saying how much she missed us. she didn't make it. I regret everything. what if I was more considerate and didn't stop them closing the restaurant? what if I have called them weekly? what if I was nicer to her? I didnt even get to say goodbye. she still appears in my dream, often appear injured. she'd go out for shopping and spend time cooking, to greet us in my dream even with head wrapped with bandages. that's how amazing she was whilst she was alive. would drag her sick body to accommodate us no matter what. I'll do anything to have her back
I actually almost did. When I was 6-7 or so I almost suffocated someone because we were playing a game with pillows. He seemed to forgive me. But it still kind of haunts me to this day.
My sister gave me a bit of chocolate when I was a baby (despite my mom insisting she don't). I didn't die for the sole reason that my sister went and told my mom what she did, so she was able to dislodge it from my infant throat before I suffocated. A few years later I chased her round the garden with a pair of shears (unrelated).
The one about the hail... The OP didn't cause those deaths. They tried to get the hail forecasted, but no one else would listen, and OP probably eventually stopped trying because they knew it was useless to keep pushing. They couldn't have prevented it. Also, the one about the old man making an illegal turn, causing the OP of this post to hit his car and kill the old man's wife, that's totally not OP's fault either. The man made an illegal turn. OP went above and beyond to avoid a collision. The old man, even though he probably feels absolutely horrible about this, accidentally killed his own wife. OP didn't. Anyone could have been in OP's position, and many people probably would have reacted even worse, leading to even more deaths. I hope OP gets the help they need and can eventually start to heal from this trauma. And I hope the old man has learned/can learn to forgive himself. One more thing: a lot of these stories aren't from people who actually caused deaths. They're from people who blame themselves for things that couldn't have been prevented or could have gone much worse had someone else been in that position, like the two stories I mentioned.
A couple years ago I thought I miscarried a child I didn't know I was pregnant with. During the week or so before I could see the Dr. (who confirmed I was never pregnant and had just passed a blood clot after 2 ovarian cysts ruptured simultaneously - ouch!!), all I could think about was "If only I didn't smoke cigarettes, if only I didn't take the medications I take (for actual health reasons; not illicit drugs), if only I ate and slept better." I never felt such profound guilt or grief. Fortunately I'm doing better but it's still so hard to think about.
A little over 2 years ago i had a miscarriage It was my fault. I drank enough to kill the early pregnancy, i couldn't deal with the shit my almost baby daddy was doing to me. But at the same time, it could have been on him. He had tried for a baby with one of his exes and every single time they got pregnant they would miscarry, he's tried with a couple of his other exes and they also miscarried so it was most likely on him. I can't help but hold the guilt for drinking like i did tho
I worked for a cable company, and it was close to lunchtime, so I decided to stop at Quick Trip for a pizza. Went to the restroom wash my hands and was followed by some twiker. He pulled out a knife and said, "Give me your wallet." "I said fuck you," and knocked the knife out of his hands. He tries to rush me. I'm 6'5" and 265lbs he was 5'3" maybe 130lbs. When he rushed me at the waist I tried to do a power bomb but ended up grabbing by the head and lifting him by his head, breaking his neck. Plus, he had three different drugs in his system the coroner said.
Based on the dimensions you gave, we're roughly the same size. I always worry about my size being almost lethal in fights, and to see it kinda be true makes me glad im not a hotheaded fuck.
I have one. In 1997, I was 18 and was just 4 months away from graduating high school. The most popular girl was best friends with me. I helped her boyfriend leave the street gang life. Her boyfriend came to me about besties birthday plans. He was in line to go to the Marines, and was planning to propose to her at a concert. I told him that since it was a major milestone birthday, then he needed to cater to her wants. Well he did as I suggested, he took her to the movies and was on their way to a restaurant dinner at a high end restaurant when both died in an ambush drive by shooting. Even today I feel guilty about coming up with the idea that killed them.
It’s 100% not your fault. You came up with the idea of going to the movies, not a drive by shooting. These things can happen to anyone, we live in a ignoble world with horrible “people”. I’m sorry for what happened to everyone involved in the shooting. You’re a good person and no one is to blame but the shooters.
Story 6. Veteran here. Mate, you have nothing to feel guilty about. Your motive was pure and was based on all the information you had at that time. I've had my wars, done things that I afterwards felt awful about, but I always tried to do the right thing. So did you. Please, try and get professional help, it does work. Also, talking to family and friends can really help. Take care brother.
#14 Really is sad, you try to be a good citizen and help someone with directions and they get killed in an accident on their way to the destination. That must really stick with someone for years to come.
I think the worst thing is that he saw the guy leave with a scooter and did not connect the dots. Because you can’t drive a vespa on an highway specifically for shit like that and the guy was clearly going to take I-95. But, I mean, I wouldn’t have connected the dots either, it’s just happens so fast that you can’t go like “yoo stop right there, I didn’t see you were on a effing vespa” right away. So I kind of understand why he blames himself for the guy’s dead even though I don’t think he should.
I never had a particular situation like this myself. But I have stories I’ve heard from friends and family. My mum’s friend’s son was out on a stag night of his friends. They were only 20. All drunk they got rowdy and into a fight and started throwing punches with some other random drunks there. He only threw one punch. The bloke he hit was killed instantly. He got 2 years in prison. One of my friends when he was 14 was the victim of a home invasion. He was able to knock the gun out the invaders hand and in a panic shot him with it. I guess he did sort of mean to kill the guy. But in self defence and in a heated panicky situation. It was hardly premeditated.
The fire department didn't fully put out a fire then left still smoldering couch on curb and they have the balls to call you like you did something wrong? How pathetic
there is certain typed of fabric that can smolder for long periods of time internally and you not notice which is why they put it on the curb. if it was never moveed the couch would have burnt away from the house
@@animeloveer97 yeah they should have taken the item and destroyed it the right way.. even if it was left on the crib it could have caught fire there too.. the as the professionals in the situation are to blame.
5:59 I feel like this one also gives fault to the city for irresponsibly leaving a road in pitch darkness (especially because it was near two crosswalks) instead of replacing the streetlights.
The story of how i would be probably in a car accident if i didn't went to a classmate b-day party. His dad and brother wanted to pick me up but i end up stay because i didn't had a gift. I feel a little guilty because if i would go, they wouldn't probably deviate to buy booze. But my mom was adamant because a gut feeling tells her something was off that day. The next day my mom was called by my classmate's mom telling her the brother died and the dad lose his leg. My mom was crying thinking her gut feelings was real and i could die that day.
My (brothers) dog was sitting underneath my dads pickup truck, right by the tire and I thought “ehh he will move he always does) and my dad drove and he didn’t move. It crushed his hip and there was no way we could pay the vet bills so we put him down. My brother was sad (but more just angry) sad and my dog also seemed sad but I was completely hysterical knowing that I had just caused the death of a puppy and I could have fully prevented it. We got a new puppy named Melisa, and Tanto (my dog) is still alive and is almost 2 years old. RIP Max
I feel I did; my ex fiancé and I broke up my reasoning I told him was he deserved better and someone who could love him the way he deserved cause I couldn’t ; I have ms and a lot of problems (I am a problem imo I have too many mental and physical issues) he was truly a blessing to the world,best guy I ever met yet I felt like a burden to him and 3 months later he drove off a bridge with a 250 foot drop; that was dec 2017.. I still have never recovered from it you just learn to live along side the grief. I miss him everyday and I will always blame myself his mother didn’t nor his sister they never told me it was suicide just a horrible accident on a poorly lit road I only found out it was suicide 6 months ago, if I had known I would of tried to change everything.
I know this probably won’t change how you feel or erase the guilt, but, you are not responsible for his life, nor his death. You made the decision to break up out of love and concern for him, because you genuinely believed he would be better off. He probably didn’t want to be a burden to you either. In the end, he’s an adult and it was his decision to make. Only his. We can’t assume going to him before then would’ve fixed anything. Like I said, it probably doesn’t help…but I just think it’s something you should know.
@@katiejolie You can't stay your whole life with a person you don't truly love, so it was an act of goodwill you being honest. Very very sad but not your fault
Okay, not me, but my mom. She wasn't directly involved in these, but it's weird how all of it happened. When my mom was younger, she dated many guys. (no, not at once, just broke up and dated someone else) Every single one of her boyfriends, except for 2, (one guy and my dad) died after she dated them. There are only a couple of deaths I can remember, but one was shot in a hunting accident by his brother, one committed suicide, one got ran over by a tractor, one choked on steak during a date, and there were more that I couldn't remember. It's odd how all her boyfriends died except for the one she married and one other guy. We joke around that the other alive guy might die soon from the "Black Widow" (my mother) and considering that ALL of them did, I think he might actually die soon. But just to be clear, my mom did not have ANYTHING to do with these deaths, she is not a murderer!
I have actually towards my own brother so I’ll explain briefly This happened four or five years ago so I don’t remember all the details but what I do remember was that he was being extremely annoying that I got so mad that I grabbed him and slammed him against the wall hard luckily at the moment my Dad came in and scolded the both of us but I got scolded some more because I could’ve killed him .
Wtf bro you have anger issues, even if he was extremely annoying its your brother and should have thought twice before fucking slamming him against a wall
fuck… that Chechnya War survivor story really hits deep. absolutely not his fault, like he said it was in goodwill and he didn’t know. but I can see why that guilt would eat you up inside, I couldn’t imagine… 😭
I didn't exactly cause a death, but I think I might have forestalled it in some way. An old school friend was chatting with us all on Facebook, and, me being me, I thought about visiting him - I only live about forty miles from him. But me also being me, I put it to the back of my mind, thinking that there would be plenty of time to visit Adam. Then I heard he had died, we are not totally sure what it was, could have been suicide, but I don't think so, or a heart attack. I felt so guilty, so guilty that I posted the famous Oppenheimer quote, "I have become death, the destroyer of worlds" on Facebook. I wasn't in a good place over this, to put it mildly. So, to all of you who fancy visiting an old friend, do it NOW, not later.
I made the same mistake pretty much. College friend had an aneurysm I think right after covid sent everyone home. I didn’t know about it for awhile because he didn’t share anything, but some photos from his parents eventually showed some wicked scars on his head and a wheelchair/walking cane and he had gained considerable weight which was all shocking, but I’m not great myself with social media/long distance communication and just kept hoping for covid to end so I could hang out with him again and support him with his recovery. Guess he had cancer and or brain tumors and passed away before I could say anything. Felt like such a shit friend for not reaching out at all in the nearly year that I could have. Easily my biggest regret.
5:07 shouldn’t feel guilty. If the building had collapsed and she was right there and didn’t make it because he said nothing, he’d feel guilty. That scenario was entirely ans utterly out of his control yet he took those moments thinking about another human life and trying to save them.
My unit ran over a fellow soldier during a training exercise. Our whole convoy crushed the sleeping soldier. I still feel responsible even though I was the 30th vehicle in line. We didn't know what happened until after we reached our destination. Rough situation to digest.
I am very sad to say yes I was forced to participate in a series of actions that caused the death of a person. I volunteered at a hospital transporting patients to their respective hospital appointments. There was a really sick dude on oxygen from a small green O2 bottle on wheels. This was a BIG hospital so the journey from room to destination was often long and over many bumps. Oxygen bottles and their regulators are? \ were really badly designed. As the bottle rolled over floor bumps I could hear the oxygen's hiss dying out. I started to reset it but, a doctor blew his crap seeing me adjust it. The doctor told me NEVER to adjust a patients oxygen even if its running out or he would have me arrested. I'm autistic so I said OK! Updated my core programming to "NEVER TOUCH OXYGEN BOTTLE REGULATOR AS DOING SO IS AGAINST THE LAW!" Done! The doctor readjusted the oxygen flow and moved on. We were only half way to our destination. By the time we got to our destination the oxygen was spitting and sputtering again. When I got to the destination I told the doctor on duty to look at the oxygen flow because it needed adjusting. This doctor was busy chatting up a human female technician. I saw the man in distress but I was told never touch oxygen regulator. I got mad and shouted at the doctor to go look at the man's oxygen flow. In my rage I felt my werewolf like transformation start. It is what you typical humans call an autistic meltdown. I wanted to punch the ever loving living crap out of that doctor so I left before I could do so. I went the rest of my day without issue. The next day I found out the man died right there in his appointment destination's reception hallway. His oxygen ran out and he died while the doctor was flirting with his technician friend. I stopped transporting patient's attached to oxygen. I was a volunteer. I could refuse anything that made me uncomfortable. I'll never forget that man died because I did NOT lose my crap at that doctor. THAT MAN'S DEATH HAUNTS ME TO THIS DAY! I SHOULD HAVE LET MY MELTDOWN TAKE ME! IF ANYONE DESERVED TO MEET MY WEREWOLF LIKE RAGE SELF IT WAS THAT SCUMBAG DOCTOR and his sexpot technician. My brother is an EX-CON and former heroin \ meth addict. At a Christmas party we had for some work friends my brother and I caught a dude shooting up heroin in his basement level bathroom. He was sprung and sitting on the toilet. This was before Narcan and all that stuff. My brother and I woke him up then kicked him out near 11 o clock PM on a Code Blue Winter night that was at least 13 degrees F. We gave him bus fare and put him on a nice warm bus back to the city. Afterwards we found out he was a homeless bum that came for free food with some co-workers (likely druggies) we kicked out later. Next morning we found heroin dude had froze to death on the steps of a city building. We told him if he's homeless, get off the bus at the end of the line, walk the 30 steps into a HUGE downtown hospital to sit in their warm lobby. Big city hospitals let bums chill out in the lobby during Code Blue Emergencies. That druggie convinced me that abusing drugs lowers some people's I.Q.'s by more than half. My brother is an ex con, former meth head and heroin addict \ junkie so we could not let drugs be done in his place PERIOD! My brother is almost 30 years in the free world, clean and sober in 2023. I'm so proud of my brother I could bust!
Story 14: I was driving from England towards The Netherlands. I was doing the drive throughout the night and I made my to Brussels, Belgium. I was getting pretty tired because it was 4AM and I had been driving and doing things since 7AM previous morning. As I was approaching a highway merge, I saw a semi truck on the shoulder with it's hazards on. I looked at the truck to see if there's something wrong, or something I have to be aware of. As I looked back into the lane I was driving in (3 lanes away from the shoulder where the semi was stopped) I am met with an object in front of me. I was going the speedlimit of 100kmh/60mph. As I quickly shoulder checked and swerved and braked I see the object clearly, It was the lifeless body of a man with a striped t-shirt. The body was surrounded by bright pink bits. I freaked out and stopped right after.. I was shocked by the idea that if I would've looked forward just a second later I would've driven over a presumably dead person. Multiple cars stopped, since I didn't see the accident happen nor did I hit the body I resumed my drive. I am very grateful not to have hit the person, I don't know how I would've lived on if I did.
It’s really awful to me that so many of these people feel responsible for these deaths. For the one about the cousin that committed suicide after being called out, OP couldn’t have prevented that. The one about the hail, OP tried. It’s sad how responsible these people feel
#10 ... wow, poor guy. #14 according to articles I read, it was a dump truck and another car, beside the car that hit him from behind. It occurred in Florida. Wow ..
That old man trying to sue the guy for his dumb driving decision was ridiculous he turned into a lane in front of a car like seriously dude i hope the judge laughed at him in court and everyone else
I like the voice and captions. Thank you. The video has way too much movement though imo. It makes it way harder to read the captions! There must be something else you could stick in there instead? Just thought I'd suggest it.
I have a friend who's car was hit buy a guy going about 100 mph on a motorcycle. My friend was physically fine, He was driving a big SUV and the motorcycle hit his engine block as he was pulling out. He said the guy on the motorcycle wasn't dead immediately and was breathing heavily and moaning for a little while but by the time the ambulance arrived he had stopped breathing.
That Chechnya one: They made the right choice, though I know it doesn't sound like it. She trusted him, and he didn't abuse that trust. He put her in the scenario she had the highest chance of survival. She didn't survive, but based on what they knew, it was the best choice. In fact after seeing her leave the opposition probably decided that building was clear, had she stayed it might've collapsed after more fire. She died leaving but from everything they knew she had a higher chance of dying by staying.
Not me thankfully but I heard a story of a police officer who was chasing a car and the car hit a pedestrian who was a 12 year old girl the police officer immediately terminated the pursuit and stopped calling an ambulance and doing CPR on the child sadly she was declared dead on the scene severe brain damage from hitting her head on the floor when the car struck her the police officer blames himself and will never forgive himself despite how much people tell him it’s the criminals fault The criminal was later arrested and sent to prison for manslaughter for 5 years (huge sentence for the Uk) That poor officer later got ptsd from a combination of that and going to the scene of a toddler who ran into the road and was crushed by a lorry and died he had to clean up the mess of the mangled child he said he can’t un-see the brain matter and blood he had to sweep to the side of the road whilst waiting for bio hazard cleaners (had to re-open road)
The intoxicated guy who stepped into traffic, I swear, I've always had an irrational fear of something like that happening, or a child chasing a ball into the street, or a bicyclist running a stop sign. I've always so terrified of accidentally killing someone, i almost view it as an irrational "phobia". It's the type of thing that could happen to anyone, and both lives involved are either severely damaged, or destroyed
I remember the day my gfs mom passed she wanted to go check on her so bad I told her not to cause she would be late to work. her mother died later that night from a drug overdose I still think about that night often after two years that if I let her check on her mom she would've seen the signs and called paramedics like the other times she overdosed
My dad was somewhat responsible for the deaths of 9 airmen in 1991 when his airplane exploded on the runway at the Milwaukee Air Force airfield and he’s currently dying from liver failure as a direct result of his unresolved feelings on the matter.
I don't blame the forecaster for the deaths of those Afghan soldiers, I blame the egotistical guy who was only looking for a promotion who didn't want to report it to the base commander.
One of my friends said that a family member of his was part of the group of people the caused the bonfire collapse at Texas A&M that killed like 10 people
My dad did, back in 1991 when my dad was doing his finals in getting his MD in medical school and PHD at the same time he had to operate on a person that was like 97 years on a operating table. This dude was under anesthesia and he had to perform something on him, I think it was heart surgery on this dude, and he accidentally cut one of his valves in the hart during the operation. Or he overdosed the test subject. But still got his PHD and MD in the family practice department not to surgery department.
i actually remember the article about the guy on the scooter who merged onto the highway, it was really gruesome to read i couldn’t imagine actually having seen his body parts as well as having talked to him before he died. i feel really bad for OP
I never caused a death but I do remember being a very to my self kid growing up but one day I told a another kid in elementary school to stop hanging around with a certain group because I thought they weren’t good friends. Couple years later in high school some of the people he hung out with shot him 7 times in the back over weed. He and I were 17 and now I’m 19 and I still think of the time I voiced my concern. There was camera footage but I couldn’t watch it because of the memories of playing basketball and how shy actually was when not around them. I also remember a family down the street twins and their mom. I was fond of them but they did drugs I use to plead with them to stop doing them. One day the mom got mad and told me how I would take her kids away from her and kept yelling but I didn’t understand why. A couple weeks passed and she died to some drugs that had elephant tranquilizer in it.
People call me an over thinker because when I make a decision I think 12 steps ahead of my decisions. I think about the risks, the possible outcomes, who might be involved, stories related to a decision I may make, the list goes on. I don't over think because I'm nervous or anxious or anything, I do it because any decision I make that involves another human being could mean the last day for someone. I have this photographic image of outcomes that play in my head when I'm making decisions, some are brutal, some are tame, but overall my mind races 24/7 with scenes that will likely not play out. To those images and scenes I tell myself that it was part of another universe, and that it won't happen to me in my life. I take precautions of everything I do, and remind myself of images I've seen of those other universes. Some of these images and scenes have involved my own death, and those ones in particular I make sure to always remember those images so I can prevent it from happening in my life and this universe. Some people will probably call me crazy, and I just might be, I don't know, but again I just view it as a way my mind tries to prevent bad things from happening.
@@Foreign501st Absolutely. My head is never, ever quiet and people will never understand why even making a simple decision over what to have for dinner can end up completely overwhelming and paralysing, especially if thinking about it caused you to spiral because of some related trauma and the thousands of what ifs become increasingly more extreme and terrifying once you have indeed seen the worst case scenario I don’t have phone conversations because of this. Even just having a verbal conversation because I’m trying to second guess how they will respond and decide how I will respond in real-time. I have autism and cPTSD/BPD
@@SobrietyandSolace I understand how you feel completely. I don't do texting either, and in person I try to keep conversations to a minimum and I only give short replies. I'm glad to know I'm not the only person who feels this way.
My mother managed to get the house that I grew up in because there was a very nice man who tried very hard to help us get it. He saw that my parents didn't have much money, but had a big family with 4 young children and this house was perfect for us but out of our budget. We managed to get it for much lower than thought possible. This man was very Christian, and so were my parents (but especially my mom) so I think that's why he wanted to help us and became a family friend (though one I honestly don't remember personally, as I was very young). A few years later he falls very sick, and for some reason he reaches out to my mother and asks her to come down to pray for him. She says she can't, because she has to watch us kids. He ended up dying from that illness. I don't know if my mom ever thought of that as her fault, but I remember when I heard it as a kid it broke my heart
First one kinda made me laugh because if children always spoke up, that could be the fate of many child predators and molesters who deserve it. But then I considered that she might not have meant to do anything. All we know is the kid was only 4 years old, there’s a huge lack of detail there.
That is quite a horrible way of looking at things. The teen girl was probably a former victim of abuse. She was in her late teens, and she needed family counseling and support. I believe in justice, but also mercy. I know the four year old boy is the victim, but I also feel bad for the girl that she felt the need to end her life because of her mistakes. My thirteen year old boy touched his little sister inappropriately, and we found out. He didn't kill himself, but the grandparents came over and them and I had a serious, but empathetic and supportive discussion with him and we explained how that was not okay. I feel sick that after the girl babysat the kid, she probably got a call from the boys parents saying "so you molested our boy because blah .. blah." The teen probably hung up after that and slit her wrists in the bathtub or something. The Era this happened in was probably the 70s / 80s, so there was probably a lot of female s*x shaming back then, and they probably threatened to get law enforcement involved instead of getting her and the victim psychological support. People say the girl deserved to die, but I personally see this as the worst outcome. In reality, she probably needed a MUCH healthier way to release se***l tension. I agree with you though that no child should go through abuse of any form. I'd actually be angrier if she physically assaulted the boy, but sexual assault is a little bit of a different story.
I just wanted to say it made it a lot easier to hear all of this while watching a dinosaur on a bicycle. That was the "comic relief" I needed with this.
I'm a truck driver and this week has been the closest I came to unaliving someone because of their own stupidity. Going 68mph down a split highway (speed limit 75mph, this is rural Texas). Left lane completely empty no cars visible in my mirrors. 2 semis in the right lane, me and another truck maybe 8-10 seconds behind me. Car makes a left onto the road into the right lane (again 2 trucks already occupy this lane) when I'm under 2 seconds from the intersection. My trucks emergency breaks automatically kick in and automatically honks the horn and it applies full breaks. I'm lucky that I'm unloaded so its just my trailer behind me allowing me to swerve to the left lane truck still breaking and blaring its horn as I'm skidding past the vehicle. They never even tried to move over to the shoulder, speed up, or anything just I'm going here everyone else better get out of my way. It take a second for my truck to release the autobraking but if I had a load I could not shift lanes without loosing control (flipping the load) and I would take out that (or anyone else that stupid) dumb idiot before flipping my tuck and them just driving away.
I personally think i was responsible for my father's suicide. I was around 10 years at the time, and now when i look back on it, he probably had a lot of undiagnosed mental issues, and was basically just me. But the last thing i said to him before my mother took me and my brother to her house (they were divorced) i said "i hate you go kill yourself." That weekend he overdosed on his medication. I still feel incredibly guilty and wish I didn't say that to him.
Before I got reassigned back to the home office from the field, I gifted a big bottle of vodka to some local workers who never tried it before. Fast forward a couple of months I got reassigned back to the field office. I ran into the worker who I gave the bottle to and asked how it was. Apparently they downed it like shots, finishing the one liter bottle and one of them died of alcohol poisoning...
great video, really thought-provoking! it's crazy how a simple mistake can lead to such serious consequences. but honestly, i sometimes feel like the way we discuss these events can oversimplify the complexity of human errors. not every accident should carry the same weight of guilt. what does everyone else think?
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I know I should NOT laugh, but to hear all these sad stories, and suddenly hear in a bright, happy tone “make sure to subscribe!” Just made me cackle
Same
I was just thinking the same thing.
I was looking for this comment lol
I found it a bit insensitive after all those heavy and sad stories, but I understand that dude probably just put his usual prerecorded outro .
So no hate for a guy.
I'll see you all in Hell because I cracked a laugh too 😂
"His death was ruled a natural cause and nothing ever happened to Grandma." Aaand that's what I call True Justice~
Yeah f*** that grandma. Kids deserve parents but some parents don’t deserve kids, and Granny Murder over here is a prime example of that.
I Think Its Lame, She Didnt Go To Prison, Nursing House, Nothing, Just Died From An Overdose.
It goes by a few different names and is actually a challenge. Sometimes called the "Protect Women and Children Challenge" or more commonly called "The Jeffrey Epstein Challenge." I have know of TWO rapists who have been recipients of this challenge even before it happened. Due to my visual impairment AKA Blind Privilege, I didn't have to report it to LEOs. #BlindPrivilege
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LET'S GO GRANDMA
Damnit, Bill has me crying. He sounds like a great guy and so does OP, he was just trying to help out.
Me to
He thought tripping was the icing on the cake… little did he know the cake was just being put in the oven.
So sad
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@@Chase92488 F
Story one: You didn't cause your cousin's death, she committed suicide because she couldn't handle being called out for her vile actions.
story two:my balls itch
Exactly!!!
That's right. You did the right thing by telling someone what your cousin did.
Yeah it's quite sad to think how the presumably blame themselves for their cousins death just because they told someone
Probably regret as well. It's sad that things like these even happen.
Not just me, but all the kids in my neighborhood: It was a snow day and we lived on a hill. We spent the entire day sledding and had a great time. Someone came up with the idea of making a "train" by tying 3 sleds together in a train. Just before we were going to go down, my Mom called in my siblings and I to come inside. We were disappointed but went inside. Because we left, the kid at the base of the hill who was looking out for cars decided to get on the train too. There were hardly any cars so everyone figured it was fine. They went down and 4 of the 6 kids fell/jumped off before they got to the bottom. The 2 in the front made it down to the street and were hit by a truck. One kid broke an arm or leg and my best friend was killed. We were both 6 years old. I became close friends with his younger brother who was also on the train but fell off. Years later, their Mom heard the driver of the truck had massive guilt over hitting them. She sent him a wonderful letter telling him it wasn't his fault, that it was an accident and that they didn't hate him. No one person was responsible for what happened but each of us played a part and it is still with me today.
Your mom is very kind for that not anyone would just do that I'm happy your mom send him a letter to feel better :)
Awww I don’t think anybody in the situation was at fault. You guys were all little kids and didn’t know any better nor did the truck driver know that was going to happen. I’m so sorry this happened to you! The mother is a wonderful person
I mean, kinda his faul, couldn't he rapidly turn around or something?
Was it a semi truck or pickup? also ur mom calling u in probably saved ur life, RIP to ur friend
@@rollerturtle That could cause more danger.
Well, the story with the CSA grandpa just hit me right in the guts. One would say that the grandma would report him to the police, but she went full nuke mode and murdered him? Whoah!
Makes me wonder if something else was going on. Most people probably wouldn’t be able to murder their loved ones regardless of what they did.
Not going to lie, I hope that grandma is living her best life
Life insurance
@@MysticMythicalFoxProductions it was a bit more complex, protecting your child over the maybe loved one (as that love could have easily gone out with the truth), and in that case, you can kill anyone
this story sounds like it was pulled out of an ass, i mean how could you commit murder and not get a sentence in the big house
What breaks me is how in most of these stories the deaths were actually caused by the dead person's stupidity/irresponsibility and yet those people still blame themselves for what happened.
Survivors guilt... truly must suck
Fr. Me personally I wouldn't blame myself at all
@@akihikosakurai4013it’s not something someone chooses before they do that. It’s something they realize after.
When he was young, my father was running home for dinner (his mother was very strict when it came to dinnertime). At that moment, he saw a friend of his getting on his scooter, and wanted to stop and chat with him, however, since he was late already, he decided to leave it and head straight home instead.
Not long after his friend fell from his scooter and died on the highway. My dad doesn't feel guilty, but still wonders if he would've lived had he stopped to chat.
thats sad
Damn thats a scary thought to have
Why do I want to intentionally make a bomb which has coils of copper wire, all which would fly out, and with a pitcher of water, creating a MASSIVE area of effect for electrocution via water. Basically, the explosion, flings shrapnel of copper wire all over, and then, a second explosion, designed to spread water over a large area could be used as well. Making a massive death trap.
@@iamarizonaball2642 terrorism 101:
@@iamarizonaball2642you didn't do this... Right?
the people who tell about abuse and then the abuser takes their own life or is killed by others are not responsible for the deaths at all and they did the right thing by telling
The abusers are just selfish, taking their own life because they get in trouble- just to make their victim feel guilty
Not really, it’s still murder. The grandpa went out in a terrible way. He needs justice
I'm not talking about the grandma, that's a whole other discussion. I mean the people who spoke up about the abuse.
@@casinoJ. okay but, the op was not at fault for killing him,the grandpa was,
@@fudgysundaee shut it bud
I am NOT saying it's ever OK to murd3r somebody. But it was refreshing to hear the grandma from Story 3 took her grandkids' accusations seriously, whether or not his death and messed-up meds were just a _very, very_ weird coincidence or not. I feel like every story I've ever heard about children being SA'd by their grandfathers ends up in injustice because the family never believes he would do something like that (as the mom did) and so they take no action, allowing it to continue until he dies, the family moves away, etc.
Murder*
@@Yuhyeauhuhsurebuddy1 they prob said it like that to avoid RUclips filter
@@FreakyEngine trust me, I be saying some shit and I never got in trouble for it lol
@@Yuhyeauhuhsurebuddy1 you won't get punished for it directly but it does often affect how the algorithm decides what gets shown and what doesn't to certain degrees of prominence
yeah when that one finished I said in my head "Deserved"
11:20 they need to realise it’s not everybody else’s fault for his decisions. You cant sue somebody for that.
I'm a truck driver and this week has been the closest I came to unaliving someone because of their own stupidity. Going 68mph down a split highway. Left lane completely empty no cars visible in my mirrors. 2 semis in the right lane, me and another truck maybe 8-10 seconds behind me. Car makes a left onto the road into the right lane (again 2 trucks already occupy this lane) when I'm under 2 seconds from the intersection. My trucks emergency breaks automatically kick in and automatically honks the horn and it applies full breaks. I'm lucky that I'm unloaded so its just my trailer behind me allowing me to swerve to the left lane truck still breaking and blaring its horn as I'm skidding past the vehicle. They never even tried to move over to the shoulder, speed up, or anything just I'm going here everyone else better get out of my way. It take a second for my truck to release the autobraking but if I had a load I could not shift lanes without loosing control (flipping the load) and I would take out that (or anyone else that stupid) dumb idiot before flipping my tuck and them just driving away.
A very good friend from my highschool years killed himself
When I was 17, I used to go over to his place all the time & we'd smoke weed & he'd play guitar. He was my first smoking buddy
I ended up moving away. A little over a decade later I was making plans to move back home. One day I checked my Facebook account I was using at the time
He had sent me a message asking what's up
I decided not to answer right away since I was planning on moving back soon. I thought I could surprise him
Anyway I finally got to go back home After I find a place & get moved in, I messaged him & tell him I'm in town
His girlfriend responds & tells me he passed away
I found out later it was suicide
To this day, I don't know why he did it. I have no idea what he was going through
But I do know that if I'd replied to him sooner I could have saved him. He would have talked to me
I miss you Alex. I hope they have weed in Heaven
they may indeed have weed in heaven as its stated god created all living creatures so indeed they must have weed in heaven, your friend must be trying to outsmoke an angel with bongs.
@@josetheyoutuber I like that idea
@@teddybaker4759 just imagine him outsmoking god, gods just pissed that a human outsmoked him but accepts defeat
@@josetheyoutuber
i feel like the bowl would never end & they'd both just keep going
@@teddybaker4759 nah after the game continues on for centuries god taps out because your boi smokes 10 joints at once
When I was 4, my slightly older half-brother came to live with us. Unfortunately he had a horrible past which he didn’t deserve. I was jealous, so I would narc on him and with such a strict dad, he was constantly in trouble. Fast forward 8 years, he ended up killing himself.
It haunts me-I was his brother and should have treated him better. Granted he was my best friend and we had a lot of fun together, but I think if he had better support from me he wouldn’t have taken his own life. Coolest dude I’ve ever known to this day.
Treat everyone with respect and kindness because you never know what is going on in their mind.
"'I'll take care of it,' and a week later and grandpa is dead."
wow. that is one badass Grandma...
Ikr
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Agent 47 got some competition now!
Part of the grieving process for one of my friends involved blaming myself, so I was convinced for a while that I could have and should have prevented their death.
I'll call him Robert. I was good friends with him as a young child of 8, we were attached at the hip from the day we met for years and years.
One day, I'm over at his house playing Halo 1 and he runs to the bathroom between matches. In comes his sister, who proceeds to annoy me and tease me like crazy, and I being a firm believer that girls have cooties, reject her firmly, even telling her brother that she'd been very annoying while he was gone. He slugged her hard on her leg, she cried to their mother, who told their father, who came in and told me I needed to leave because Robert was grounded for hitting his sister. When I got outside the door, I heard Robert's voice: "No, no!" and the sound of something wooden breaking.
I had finally gotten permission to go over to his house again, and gleefully, we played every day after school. Years go by like this, climbing trees, playing games, and we're now fully driving teenagers. When we could drive, we drove everywhere. Often we would bring Tiffany along, but we were admittedly very rude to her the whole time; I didn't really consider her my friend, either. She was my friend's annoying, weird little sister. We never did anything really outlandish, but we would call her zit face, lock the doors in the car and inch forward when she would try to get in, we'd tease her for never having friends to hang out with and always having to tag along with us. Just typical rude teenage big brother stuff. She was also really big into anime and we weren't, so we roasted her hard for that one.
So picture this: I'm sitting alone in my room on the floor with the light off, playing Halo 3 with the volume down because it's a school night and I don't wanna wake my mom up. It's at least 10 already and I'm about to turn off my game and go to bed. But there's a knock on the window. This never happened. I wasn't a star child or anything, but I also never snuck out at night. So I was scared. I peeked out my window, and I saw Tiffany. Part of me was almost mad to see her there because I had a general disdain towards her, but I walked outside my back door to see what she wanted anyways. It was a very warm summer night, I remember it well. The crickets were singing loud, there wasn't a single car on the street. Miles away you could hear the occasional semi truck on the highway, running his jakes.
I asked her what she wanted, and she didn't say anything, just stayed sat down on a bench in my back yard with her head in her hands. I sat down next to her, and she lunged on me, bawling her eyes out and gasping between sobs. I hugged her back because I didn't know what else to do or say. "My dad died," she finally managed to tell me. We shared that night together, just her and I. I knew she needed it. Someone to talk to, to really be her friend. Anyways, rather than go to her family, her brother, mom, or her two best friends, she came to me. Looking back I really should have paid more attention to that fact.
After crying on the bench and talking about how her father passed, I stood up and told her we'd walk to the park to ease her mind. We did that, and swung on the swings, slid down the slides, and climbed to the top of the hanging bars. I slipped and fell, she tried to catch me, and I dragged her off the bars where we both landed hard on the ground, knocking the wind out of us. If we weren't hurt we would've laughed harder, but we hit the ground pretty hard. We laid there, her head on my shoulder and mine on hers, our cheeks gently rubbing together; I ran my fingers through her short hair. We spotted a shooting star, I told her "Hurry up and wish on it, I'll get the next one." She said "I already did. I wished that we could be together forever." And of course, I told her, "Well now it won't come true, you weren't supposed to tell me." And we laughed about it. We picked out constellations for what seemed like an eternity. Truthfully, we probably laid there for 4 hours talking.
After that, we walked back to our street, hand in hand. I can still remember my cheeks hurting from smiling so much. She had a way with humor, and given the grim situation, she was really firing off the jokes back to back. When we got to her house, she pulled me in for a hug and said "Thank you so much for this. I can't go home." I told her, "We can go sleep on my trampoline, if you want?" and she nodded her head. When I got in the house and saw the stove clock said 3:55 am, I nearly gasped out loud. I grabbed my comforter and a couple pillows off my bed, and I changed from my jeans and t-shirt to some shorts. As I was doing so I remembered she was wearing jeans too and thought she might be more comfortable in shorts, so I grabbed an extra pair.
I went outside, and I saw her laying on the trampoline in her underwear. As much as I wish I was that guy, I'm not that guy. I put the blankets on the trampoline, crawled on, and sat with her, where I very awkwardly pretended to notice she was in her underwear. "Oh I see how it is," I say. She laughed, I laughed, and I laid down, to go to sleep. She laid down too, but pulled my arm over her. I didn't resist much, but boy was I in trouble when we got properly spooned up. She reached back to find what was poking her in the back of the leg, and we had sex. It was her first, and mine, and I was very scared. Props to her for holding it together though, she really made that experience about as good as you can expect it.
We finished up, cuddled each other to sleep for about five seconds, and then the sun was coming up and we had to go to school, so I snuck her out front to wait in my car, ran inside and brushed my teeth, grabbed two bagels and ran out the door before my parents got out of bed. My blankets never made it back inside though and got hit by the morning sprinklers, that was fun to explain.
In the car on the way to school, I told her "We can't tell Robert. We can't tell anyone." And she agreed. We came to an agreement that it would be our secret night, and nobody else had to know. It wasn't more than a few weeks after that I met my first serious girlfriend, much to Tiffany's disappointment and probably quite a bit of heartbreak, I'd imagine. She and I dated until we graduated high school, then she moved, and I moved, and we all moved on. Tiffany and I didn't talk much after that night. Robert and I had kinda gone our separate ways, not due to a fallout or anything, but just because we had different interests and different friend groups to hang out with, plus college. We kept up casually, and we made an effort to get together occasionally. He was still my best friend, but I was much too busy for a social life at that point.
Tiffany also graduated and went to college with her two best friends. She met a guy, they quickly got married, and she had her first baby at 19 years old. I remember her wedding, she was very pregnant, and I remember telling her before I left for the night, "If he ever gives you trouble you let me know, okay?" and that was the last time I saw her alive or spoke to her. 6 years later, she'd dropped out of college, her husband was struggling to keep steady work. They'd moved hundreds of miles away from home, and I knew from seeing her posts on Facebook that she would often beg her husband to go see her mom and visit family back home. They made this drive frequently, more than once a month. Robert had been telling me of what was going on, he knew there was trouble in paradise. Tiffany's husband was a horrible father, and an abusive man. He told me she'd called him a dozen times already telling him she'd had enough and she was going to drive over to his house for the night, which is a 7 hour drive.
Unfortunately, on one of those nights, Tiffany was trying to get back home to family with her baby girl. Her husband had agreed to drive her. During the 7 hour drive, their vehicle crossed the median and struck a semi truck head on, killing all three of them instantly. According to Robert, the last phone call he'd received from her she told him "I really think he's gonna kill me, I don't feel safe being alone with him." At her funeral, Robert read a beautiful and haunting eulogy. I will summarize the part which is most relevant, to the best of my ability. This was near the end.
"And when dad died, we both dealt with it the same exact way. We ran. I had no clue where she went that night, but I went to my happy place. I drove up the canyon and watched the city lights from above. But just last year after having a drink or two too many, Tiffany finally told me what she did that night. Yoda, (that's me), I want you to know that I would have been okay with you dating my sister. She said the night she spent with you, she was safe. She never felt safe again, but for a few months after meeting Guy, after leaving you to go to school in the morning. Thank you for taking care of her that day. She loved you a lot. When she needed someone, you were there. I will always look back at the time we spent together with so much love and happiness. Thank you all for coming."
Dam dog thats sad as hell
Of course it's normal to feel guilty in this scenario but you could have never known about this. From my perspective all you did was give her life when she needed it and for that I'm sure she had always been thankful.
TL:DR?
@@SoI- 4 major points:
1. Childhood friend has a sister.
2. Their father dies when they're teens. One night of eloping.
3. She (much) later dies in suspicious circumstances with her husband and baby.
4. Sad eulogy still haunts me.
@@TheGribbleNator thx
Story 9, in my opinion; the guy that pulled rank on the junior forecaster is responsible.
Agreed
My dad was accidentally hit by a semi driver late at night on an off ramp. My dad either stepped out on purpose or his disease got to his brain too much, so our family doesn't hold any hard feelings towards the driver or anything. My uncle was a cop so he was able to talk to the guy and let him know that. We then found out his wife was sleeping in the cabin too. I can only imagine how they might still feel about it, I truly hope they are both doing well. I think about them often, I just hope they know it wasn't their fault at all
Ironically, about a year later as I was driving on the highway a woman walked out and got hit. The car behind me then slammed into me and totaled my car. It was dark so I couldn't see the body well, but I expected a more gory sight. I had to just stand there with police, the family who hit her, the guy who hit me, and this body for about 30 minutes until my mom was able to come pick me up. I can still hear the wails from that family, all I could think was how lucky I was to have to have been a couple cars behind. Needless to say I am not a fan of cars
@@kile1058 Jeez I’m sorry. That’s awful. 😢
An accident happened a decade ago where a woman in her late 50s suddenly jaywalked and tripped behind my brother's motorbike, which caused her to lose her balance and slam her head into the highway ground. My brother stopped, checking on her, and called a response team as soon as possible. Unfortunately, blunt head traumatic injury caused her death. Her family tried to sue us, but unfortunately, with enough evidence, especially the street cameras capturing what happened, they withdrew and accepted that its not my brother's fault. We paid for her burial and other financial assistance to help the grieving family.
the fact that grandma was so ready and willing to do that is very telling
Yeah shows how bad the grandpa was
Grandma was laying down groundwork for the last 20 years.
I was at a BBQ once, when I was like 7-8, and i loved roasted chestnuts. I took some and tried to roast them, but they caught on fire. So I chuched them to the side onto the ground, covering them with dirt. About 10 minutes later, I heard a scream and saw the capony where the bbq was being hosted under starting to catch on fire. Everyone tried to put it out, but it kept spreading. It collapsed, and everyone made it out exept for one of the parents. About an hour later they found her body burnt up, and one of the older kids started crying about how he kicked some stones at the capony and it started to smoke. They ended up being my burnt chestnuts, not fully out yet. I made the fire that killed a woman. It's been 12 years. I still think about her
Canopy
I forgive you
I have always wondered what happens if a fbi or irs agent or something just logs onto the subreddit and charges thousands of people for third degree murder
They can’t charge anyone because there isn’t any clear evidence. Just because someone says something on the internet doesn’t mean they can be legally charged. I have wondered this many times too lol
@@andromeda8580 Are you suggesting that people can come onto the internet and lie?! 😮😂
It could be used to find a link to a person, but isn't evidence by itself. 1st amendment and all
People come on to the Internet and lie. There's nothing to file a charge with.
I mean most of these have no real FBI jurisdiction. The Feds don’t have a general murder law, for murder to be a federal crime it has to be civil rights related, or be a political office holder, or be an officer or employee of the federal government, who was killed because of their position with the federal government.
me and my parents live abroad. so i always looked forward to see my grandparents growing up. they ran a successful small local restaurant and I felt so proud. grandma's health worsened so they were planning on closing the restaurant. as a dumb kid I really didn't want the restaurant to be closed. I was in the verge of tears. my grandma being the most loving person ever, went against my grandpa's wishes and ran the restaurant for half a decade longer till she really couldn't do it anymore. at some point I hit puberty and I was rebellious. I'd often be rude to my grandma. my puberty passed, I felt awkward calling them since. till one day we got a call from a hospital that my grandma fell on a staircase and cracked her head. grandpa was understandably upset. he asked us why haven't we called them for months, she was crying the other day saying how much she missed us. she didn't make it. I regret everything. what if I was more considerate and didn't stop them closing the restaurant? what if I have called them weekly? what if I was nicer to her? I didnt even get to say goodbye. she still appears in my dream, often appear injured. she'd go out for shopping and spend time cooking, to greet us in my dream even with head wrapped with bandages. that's how amazing she was whilst she was alive. would drag her sick body to accommodate us no matter what. I'll do anything to have her back
“She messed with the dosage, killing him.”
“Nothing happened to grandma”
As it should be
Edit: There’s a fight in the replies. Proceed with caution.
W grandma
@@puppydogs68 W grandma 💪💪💪
Granny's a G for that
psychopaths
@@DW-rb1if how tf are we psychopaths? The grandpa was a horrible “person” and deserved to die.
I actually almost did. When I was 6-7 or so I almost suffocated someone because we were playing a game with pillows. He seemed to forgive me. But it still kind of haunts me to this day.
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My sister gave me a bit of chocolate when I was a baby (despite my mom insisting she don't). I didn't die for the sole reason that my sister went and told my mom what she did, so she was able to dislodge it from my infant throat before I suffocated. A few years later I chased her round the garden with a pair of shears (unrelated).
@@Emeraldakafunnygamerguy 🤓
@@wario_lavabro what
1:12 do not frick with a grandma’s grandkids, even if you are her spouse.
i didnt expect that to end like that. i was worried grandma wouldn't have cared about it. grandma is a legend
someone should have passed that memo to my fiances mom and dads grandmas ugh
@@ceazarsalad4414, I did not expect it either but I respect that grandma.
Grandma Gertrude - The Biggest Chad
Sooo murdering someone is ok?
The one about the hail... The OP didn't cause those deaths. They tried to get the hail forecasted, but no one else would listen, and OP probably eventually stopped trying because they knew it was useless to keep pushing. They couldn't have prevented it.
Also, the one about the old man making an illegal turn, causing the OP of this post to hit his car and kill the old man's wife, that's totally not OP's fault either. The man made an illegal turn. OP went above and beyond to avoid a collision. The old man, even though he probably feels absolutely horrible about this, accidentally killed his own wife. OP didn't. Anyone could have been in OP's position, and many people probably would have reacted even worse, leading to even more deaths. I hope OP gets the help they need and can eventually start to heal from this trauma. And I hope the old man has learned/can learn to forgive himself.
One more thing: a lot of these stories aren't from people who actually caused deaths. They're from people who blame themselves for things that couldn't have been prevented or could have gone much worse had someone else been in that position, like the two stories I mentioned.
A couple years ago I thought I miscarried a child I didn't know I was pregnant with. During the week or so before I could see the Dr. (who confirmed I was never pregnant and had just passed a blood clot after 2 ovarian cysts ruptured simultaneously - ouch!!), all I could think about was "If only I didn't smoke cigarettes, if only I didn't take the medications I take (for actual health reasons; not illicit drugs), if only I ate and slept better." I never felt such profound guilt or grief. Fortunately I'm doing better but it's still so hard to think about.
damn messed up but ok
A little over 2 years ago i had a miscarriage
It was my fault.
I drank enough to kill the early pregnancy, i couldn't deal with the shit my almost baby daddy was doing to me.
But at the same time, it could have been on him. He had tried for a baby with one of his exes and every single time they got pregnant they would miscarry, he's tried with a couple of his other exes and they also miscarried so it was most likely on him.
I can't help but hold the guilt for drinking like i did tho
Not really the same as these stories but sorry for your loss.
Don't feel guilty. You merely passed that blood clot from the ruptured cysts.
I worked for a cable company, and it was close to lunchtime, so I decided to stop at Quick Trip for a pizza. Went to the restroom wash my hands and was followed by some twiker. He pulled out a knife and said, "Give me your wallet." "I said fuck you," and knocked the knife out of his hands. He tries to rush me. I'm 6'5" and 265lbs he was 5'3" maybe 130lbs. When he rushed me at the waist I tried to do a power bomb but ended up grabbing by the head and lifting him by his head, breaking his neck. Plus, he had three different drugs in his system the coroner said.
listen man you did what had to be done to defend yourself. guy had it coming tbh
I hope you don't lose sleep over that, The fucker deserved death and was asking to lose his life the second he endangered yours.
Based on the dimensions you gave, we're roughly the same size. I always worry about my size being almost lethal in fights, and to see it kinda be true makes me glad im not a hotheaded fuck.
not your fault, self defense and thus you done your job, dudes fault for attacking a 6'5 man.
You would likely have died if you didn't defend yourself so that's fair
I have one. In 1997, I was 18 and was just 4 months away from graduating high school. The most popular girl was best friends with me. I helped her boyfriend leave the street gang life. Her boyfriend came to me about besties birthday plans. He was in line to go to the Marines, and was planning to propose to her at a concert. I told him that since it was a major milestone birthday, then he needed to cater to her wants. Well he did as I suggested, he took her to the movies and was on their way to a restaurant dinner at a high end restaurant when both died in an ambush drive by shooting. Even today I feel guilty about coming up with the idea that killed them.
I think that you should just give up these guilts to God. It wasn’t your fault that the two were ambushed.
It’s 100% not your fault. You came up with the idea of going to the movies, not a drive by shooting. These things can happen to anyone, we live in a ignoble world with horrible “people”. I’m sorry for what happened to everyone involved in the shooting. You’re a good person and no one is to blame but the shooters.
Story 6. Veteran here. Mate, you have nothing to feel guilty about. Your motive was pure and was based on all the information you had at that time. I've had my wars, done things that I afterwards felt awful about, but I always tried to do the right thing. So did you. Please, try and get professional help, it does work. Also, talking to family and friends can really help. Take care brother.
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Ik it’s easier said than done but these people need to realize they did not cause the death. And I wish they would accept it. But I know it’s hard 😢
4:31 "The path to hell is paved with good intentions"
#14 Really is sad, you try to be a good citizen and help someone with directions and they get killed in an accident on their way to the destination. That must really stick with someone for years to come.
I think the worst thing is that he saw the guy leave with a scooter and did not connect the dots. Because you can’t drive a vespa on an highway specifically for shit like that and the guy was clearly going to take I-95. But, I mean, I wouldn’t have connected the dots either, it’s just happens so fast that you can’t go like “yoo stop right there, I didn’t see you were on a effing vespa” right away. So I kind of understand why he blames himself for the guy’s dead even though I don’t think he should.
@Tff Oh that makes sense, I'm from Latin America so I didn't understand what was wrong there, thank you
11:49 That old guy absolutely brought it to himself.
Yeah how wasn’t he charged
"I'll take care of it. Fast forward a week, and grandpa is dead." I BURST OUT LAUGHING
I never had a particular situation like this myself. But I have stories I’ve heard from friends and family.
My mum’s friend’s son was out on a stag night of his friends. They were only 20. All drunk they got rowdy and into a fight and started throwing punches with some other random drunks there. He only threw one punch. The bloke he hit was killed instantly. He got 2 years in prison.
One of my friends when he was 14 was the victim of a home invasion. He was able to knock the gun out the invaders hand and in a panic shot him with it. I guess he did sort of mean to kill the guy. But in self defence and in a heated panicky situation. It was hardly premeditated.
Story 3 is sad, but amazing. I have a lot of respect for Grandma.
Yeah murdering someone is good. What kind of logic is that? You're not a cop.
1:07 W grandma right there
The fire department didn't fully put out a fire then left still smoldering couch on curb and they have the balls to call you like you did something wrong? How pathetic
there is certain typed of fabric that can smolder for long periods of time internally and you not notice which is why they put it on the curb. if it was never moveed the couch would have burnt away from the house
@@animeloveer97 yeah they should have taken the item and destroyed it the right way.. even if it was left on the crib it could have caught fire there too.. the as the professionals in the situation are to blame.
At the very least they should have doused it with water.
@@amberpasta9379
Moving it could be dangerous too, what if it catches fire in the back of the truck?
19:51 You can NOT be in a cheery mood after this specifically video like that at the end I mean I understand but just no
I agree! Like we just heard some horrifying stories, and now he’s just all Mr sunshine and rainbows
Story #7 wasn’t op’s fault at all. It’s his friend who unfortunately had a bad lapse in judgement.
I'm not sure everyone knows this, but you can use your turn signal when backing out of a parking spot. Just putting that out there just in case.
bruh the one where grandma overdosed the grandpa after hearing about the SA got me laughing and i know imma go to hell
There is nothing wrong with laughing at a good karma story 😂
@@Anonymous_Identity246 im dead tired from laughing, more than the grandpa!
Story 3, I have no words for that grandma other than "good job" and "impressive"
I always look up the stories. Seeing the actual news articles, like the one at 17:03 is just so..eerie. You know it’s real…
This is the FIRST time I watched a complete Reddit story video
Here, a Kinder Pingui for you
What I love about these videos is that this is not a computer voice
Makes it much more watchable!
Can we talk about how bro just got done talking about times people died then instantly starts talking about "Make sure to subscribe!!!"
5:59 I feel like this one also gives fault to the city for irresponsibly leaving a road in pitch darkness (especially because it was near two crosswalks) instead of replacing the streetlights.
"He had to pay some fines, but there were no lawsuits."😔
"Make sure to subscribe and hit the bell for more videos!" 😃
The story of how i would be probably in a car accident if i didn't went to a classmate b-day party. His dad and brother wanted to pick me up but i end up stay because i didn't had a gift.
I feel a little guilty because if i would go, they wouldn't probably deviate to buy booze. But my mom was adamant because a gut feeling tells her something was off that day.
The next day my mom was called by my classmate's mom telling her the brother died and the dad lose his leg. My mom was crying thinking her gut feelings was real and i could die that day.
So the b-day boy and his brother died, or another classmate and his brother? Either way, sorry for your loss
@@JonathanChan212 I believe the brother died and dad lost a leg, not the birthday boy.
My (brothers) dog was sitting underneath my dads pickup truck, right by the tire and I thought “ehh he will move he always does) and my dad drove and he didn’t move. It crushed his hip and there was no way we could pay the vet bills so we put him down. My brother was sad (but more just angry) sad and my dog also seemed sad but I was completely hysterical knowing that I had just caused the death of a puppy and I could have fully prevented it. We got a new puppy named Melisa, and Tanto (my dog) is still alive and is almost 2 years old. RIP Max
I feel I did; my ex fiancé and I broke up my reasoning I told him was he deserved better and someone who could love him the way he deserved cause I couldn’t ; I have ms and a lot of problems (I am a problem imo I have too many mental and physical issues) he was truly a blessing to the world,best guy I ever met yet I felt like a burden to him and 3 months later he drove off a bridge with a 250 foot drop; that was dec 2017.. I still have never recovered from it you just learn to live along side the grief. I miss him everyday and I will always blame myself his mother didn’t nor his sister they never told me it was suicide just a horrible accident on a poorly lit road I only found out it was suicide 6 months ago, if I had known I would of tried to change everything.
I know this probably won’t change how you feel or erase the guilt, but, you are not responsible for his life, nor his death. You made the decision to break up out of love and concern for him, because you genuinely believed he would be better off. He probably didn’t want to be a burden to you either. In the end, he’s an adult and it was his decision to make. Only his. We can’t assume going to him before then would’ve fixed anything.
Like I said, it probably doesn’t help…but I just think it’s something you should know.
@@SusanaCanales1 thank you I really do appreciate it that’s the view I should have of it
@@katiejolie You can't stay your whole life with a person you don't truly love, so it was an act of goodwill you being honest. Very very sad but not your fault
Okay, not me, but my mom. She wasn't directly involved in these, but it's weird how all of it happened. When my mom was younger, she dated many guys. (no, not at once, just broke up and dated someone else) Every single one of her boyfriends, except for 2, (one guy and my dad) died after she dated them. There are only a couple of deaths I can remember, but one was shot in a hunting accident by his brother, one committed suicide, one got ran over by a tractor, one choked on steak during a date, and there were more that I couldn't remember. It's odd how all her boyfriends died except for the one she married and one other guy. We joke around that the other alive guy might die soon from the "Black Widow" (my mother) and considering that ALL of them did, I think he might actually die soon. But just to be clear, my mom did not have ANYTHING to do with these deaths, she is not a murderer!
Oof. That’s some bad juju. Poor dudes.
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It sounds like she has a curse of some kind. Or like a spirit following her around.
No she was just a little trick that's not her fault.
Your mamma bangs JuJu!
I spontaneously chuckled at, "...and drove through the aftermath of my advice." 🤣 I've got to find a way of using that one in everyday conversations
I have actually towards my own brother so I’ll explain briefly This happened four or five years ago so I don’t remember all the details but what I do remember was that he was being extremely annoying that I got so mad that I grabbed him and slammed him against the wall hard luckily at the moment my Dad came in and scolded the both of us but I got scolded some more because I could’ve killed him .
Wtf bro you have anger issues, even if he was extremely annoying its your brother and should have thought twice before fucking slamming him against a wall
Bro a slam against the wall ain’t gonna kill anyone 🤣
@@aid_rap9474 you’d be surprised. Humana are surprisingly fragile.
@@SusanaCanales1 while this is true humans aren’t the strongest creatures a slam against the wall isn’t gonna do shit
fuck… that Chechnya War survivor story really hits deep. absolutely not his fault, like he said it was in goodwill and he didn’t know. but I can see why that guilt would eat you up inside, I couldn’t imagine… 😭
I didn't exactly cause a death, but I think I might have forestalled it in some way. An old school friend was chatting with us all on Facebook, and, me being me, I thought about visiting him - I only live about forty miles from him. But me also being me, I put it to the back of my mind, thinking that there would be plenty of time to visit Adam. Then I heard he had died, we are not totally sure what it was, could have been suicide, but I don't think so, or a heart attack. I felt so guilty, so guilty that I posted the famous Oppenheimer quote, "I have become death, the destroyer of worlds" on Facebook. I wasn't in a good place over this, to put it mildly. So, to all of you who fancy visiting an old friend, do it NOW, not later.
I made the same mistake pretty much. College friend had an aneurysm I think right after covid sent everyone home. I didn’t know about it for awhile because he didn’t share anything, but some photos from his parents eventually showed some wicked scars on his head and a wheelchair/walking cane and he had gained considerable weight which was all shocking, but I’m not great myself with social media/long distance communication and just kept hoping for covid to end so I could hang out with him again and support him with his recovery. Guess he had cancer and or brain tumors and passed away before I could say anything. Felt like such a shit friend for not reaching out at all in the nearly year that I could have. Easily my biggest regret.
@@TheAmazingHuman-Man That's really unlucky, man. 😢
"I hope, at least." Man, that one hurt. That poor guy, I really hope he's able to cope with that.
5:07 shouldn’t feel guilty. If the building had collapsed and she was right there and didn’t make it because he said nothing, he’d feel guilty. That scenario was entirely ans utterly out of his control yet he took those moments thinking about another human life and trying to save them.
My unit ran over a fellow soldier during a training exercise. Our whole convoy crushed the sleeping soldier. I still feel responsible even though I was the 30th vehicle in line. We didn't know what happened until after we reached our destination. Rough situation to digest.
Getting ran over by a tank sounds like one of the worst deaths somebody could have. Dam man. Sorry. 😥
I am very sad to say yes I was forced to participate in a series of actions that caused the death of a person. I volunteered at a hospital transporting patients to their respective hospital appointments. There was a really sick dude on oxygen from a small green O2 bottle on wheels. This was a BIG hospital so the journey from room to destination was often long and over many bumps. Oxygen bottles and their regulators are? \ were really badly designed. As the bottle rolled over floor bumps I could hear the oxygen's hiss dying out. I started to reset it but, a doctor blew his crap seeing me adjust it.
The doctor told me NEVER to adjust a patients oxygen even if its running out or he would have me arrested. I'm autistic so I said OK! Updated my core programming to "NEVER TOUCH OXYGEN BOTTLE REGULATOR AS DOING SO IS AGAINST THE LAW!" Done! The doctor readjusted the oxygen flow and moved on. We were only half way to our destination. By the time we got to our destination the oxygen was spitting and sputtering again. When I got to the destination I told the doctor on duty to look at the oxygen flow because it needed adjusting. This doctor was busy chatting up a human female technician. I saw the man in distress but I was told never touch oxygen regulator.
I got mad and shouted at the doctor to go look at the man's oxygen flow. In my rage I felt my werewolf like transformation start. It is what you typical humans call an autistic meltdown. I wanted to punch the ever loving living crap out of that doctor so I left before I could do so. I went the rest of my day without issue. The next day I found out the man died right there in his appointment destination's reception hallway. His oxygen ran out and he died while the doctor was flirting with his technician friend. I stopped transporting patient's attached to oxygen. I was a volunteer. I could refuse anything that made me uncomfortable. I'll never forget that man died because I did NOT lose my crap at that doctor. THAT MAN'S DEATH HAUNTS ME TO THIS DAY! I SHOULD HAVE LET MY MELTDOWN TAKE ME! IF ANYONE DESERVED TO MEET MY WEREWOLF LIKE RAGE SELF IT WAS THAT SCUMBAG DOCTOR and his sexpot technician.
My brother is an EX-CON and former heroin \ meth addict. At a Christmas party we had for some work friends my brother and I caught a dude shooting up heroin in his basement level bathroom. He was sprung and sitting on the toilet. This was before Narcan and all that stuff. My brother and I woke him up then kicked him out near 11 o clock PM on a Code Blue Winter night that was at least 13 degrees F. We gave him bus fare and put him on a nice warm bus back to the city. Afterwards we found out he was a homeless bum that came for free food with some co-workers (likely druggies) we kicked out later. Next morning we found heroin dude had froze to death on the steps of a city building. We told him if he's homeless, get off the bus at the end of the line, walk the 30 steps into a HUGE downtown hospital to sit in their warm lobby. Big city hospitals let bums chill out in the lobby during Code Blue Emergencies.
That druggie convinced me that abusing drugs lowers some people's I.Q.'s by more than half. My brother is an ex con, former meth head and heroin addict \ junkie so we could not let drugs be done in his place PERIOD! My brother is almost 30 years in the free world, clean and sober in 2023. I'm so proud of my brother I could bust!
Story 14: I was driving from England towards The Netherlands. I was doing the drive throughout the night and I made my to Brussels, Belgium. I was getting pretty tired because it was 4AM and I had been driving and doing things since 7AM previous morning. As I was approaching a highway merge, I saw a semi truck on the shoulder with it's hazards on. I looked at the truck to see if there's something wrong, or something I have to be aware of. As I looked back into the lane I was driving in (3 lanes away from the shoulder where the semi was stopped) I am met with an object in front of me. I was going the speedlimit of 100kmh/60mph. As I quickly shoulder checked and swerved and braked I see the object clearly, It was the lifeless body of a man with a striped t-shirt. The body was surrounded by bright pink bits. I freaked out and stopped right after.. I was shocked by the idea that if I would've looked forward just a second later I would've driven over a presumably dead person. Multiple cars stopped, since I didn't see the accident happen nor did I hit the body I resumed my drive. I am very grateful not to have hit the person, I don't know how I would've lived on if I did.
Just wondering if you know the guys name
story 3 grandma is who i strive to be when im old
It’s really awful to me that so many of these people feel responsible for these deaths. For the one about the cousin that committed suicide after being called out, OP couldn’t have prevented that. The one about the hail, OP tried. It’s sad how responsible these people feel
#10 ... wow, poor guy.
#14 according to articles I read, it was a dump truck and another car, beside the car that hit him from behind. It occurred in Florida. Wow ..
That old man trying to sue the guy for his dumb driving decision was ridiculous he turned into a lane in front of a car like seriously dude i hope the judge laughed at him in court and everyone else
Story 3 Grandma is an absolute chad.
7:49 i leaned forward in my chair when I heard this and (i know i shouldn't but I) died laughing
I like the voice and captions. Thank you.
The video has way too much movement though imo. It makes it way harder to read the captions!
There must be something else you could stick in there instead? Just thought I'd suggest it.
I have a friend who's car was hit buy a guy going about 100 mph on a motorcycle. My friend was physically fine, He was driving a big SUV and the motorcycle hit his engine block as he was pulling out. He said the guy on the motorcycle wasn't dead immediately and was breathing heavily and moaning for a little while but by the time the ambulance arrived he had stopped breathing.
Gas station op saved that boy, even a bad father knows what loss does. That man wasn't a father he was taking that kid away from what it needed
That Chechnya one: They made the right choice, though I know it doesn't sound like it. She trusted him, and he didn't abuse that trust. He put her in the scenario she had the highest chance of survival. She didn't survive, but based on what they knew, it was the best choice. In fact after seeing her leave the opposition probably decided that building was clear, had she stayed it might've collapsed after more fire. She died leaving but from everything they knew she had a higher chance of dying by staying.
Not me thankfully but I heard a story of a police officer who was chasing a car and the car hit a pedestrian who was a 12 year old girl the police officer immediately terminated the pursuit and stopped calling an ambulance and doing CPR on the child sadly she was declared dead on the scene severe brain damage from hitting her head on the floor when the car struck her the police officer blames himself and will never forgive himself despite how much people tell him it’s the criminals fault
The criminal was later arrested and sent to prison for manslaughter for 5 years (huge sentence for the Uk)
That poor officer later got ptsd from a combination of that and going to the scene of a toddler who ran into the road and was crushed by a lorry and died he had to clean up the mess of the mangled child he said he can’t un-see the brain matter and blood he had to sweep to the side of the road whilst waiting for bio hazard cleaners (had to re-open road)
5 years is a huge sentence for manslaughter in the Uk? What the absolute fuck?
When they do it on purpose they get promoted but when it’s a accident suddenly it’s horrifying
The intoxicated guy who stepped into traffic, I swear, I've always had an irrational fear of something like that happening, or a child chasing a ball into the street, or a bicyclist running a stop sign.
I've always so terrified of accidentally killing someone, i almost view it as an irrational "phobia". It's the type of thing that could happen to anyone, and both lives involved are either severely damaged, or destroyed
I remember the day my gfs mom passed she wanted to go check on her so bad I told her not to cause she would be late to work. her mother died later that night from a drug overdose I still think about that night often after two years that if I let her check on her mom she would've seen the signs and called paramedics like the other times she overdosed
My dad was somewhat responsible for the deaths of 9 airmen in 1991 when his airplane exploded on the runway at the Milwaukee Air Force airfield and he’s currently dying from liver failure as a direct result of his unresolved feelings on the matter.
I literally live a few minutes away from i-95, I can't believe something so gruesome happened so close to me.
I-95 is an interstate highway. People across the country live near it. Some from pennsylvania, all the way to florida.
@@cyancomrade but i live close to miami which is where the person in the story is.
@@dricoplayspokemon oh ok, sorry its just saying you live near i95 is very vague
I don't blame the forecaster for the deaths of those Afghan soldiers, I blame the egotistical guy who was only looking for a promotion who didn't want to report it to the base commander.
One of my friends said that a family member of his was part of the group of people the caused the bonfire collapse at Texas A&M that killed like 10 people
No one really caused it they did it all over the country for years just a bad happening that day.
My dad did, back in 1991 when my dad was doing his finals in getting his MD in medical school and PHD at the same time he had to operate on a person that was like 97 years on a operating table. This dude was under anesthesia and he had to perform something on him, I think it was heart surgery on this dude, and he accidentally cut one of his valves in the hart during the operation. Or he overdosed the test subject. But still got his PHD and MD in the family practice department not to surgery department.
Aitg&Aitj posted at the same time
I'm sorry. The ending killed me. When from a soft sumber voice to an upbeat happy one all out of the blue. It was gold.
Dude, story number 14 happened very close to my home and I remember hearing about it on the news. It was 2016 I believe
i actually remember the article about the guy on the scooter who merged onto the highway, it was really gruesome to read i couldn’t imagine actually having seen his body parts as well as having talked to him before he died. i feel really bad for OP
I never caused a death but I do remember being a very to my self kid growing up but one day I told a another kid in elementary school to stop hanging around with a certain group because I thought they weren’t good friends. Couple years later in high school some of the people he hung out with shot him 7 times in the back over weed. He and I were 17 and now I’m 19 and I still think of the time I voiced my concern. There was camera footage but I couldn’t watch it because of the memories of playing basketball and how shy actually was when not around them.
I also remember a family down the street twins and their mom. I was fond of them but they did drugs I use to plead with them to stop doing them. One day the mom got mad and told me how I would take her kids away from her and kept yelling but I didn’t understand why. A couple weeks passed and she died to some drugs that had elephant tranquilizer in it.
2:36 I cried hearing this ending
People call me an over thinker because when I make a decision I think 12 steps ahead of my decisions. I think about the risks, the possible outcomes, who might be involved, stories related to a decision I may make, the list goes on. I don't over think because I'm nervous or anxious or anything, I do it because any decision I make that involves another human being could mean the last day for someone. I have this photographic image of outcomes that play in my head when I'm making decisions, some are brutal, some are tame, but overall my mind races 24/7 with scenes that will likely not play out. To those images and scenes I tell myself that it was part of another universe, and that it won't happen to me in my life. I take precautions of everything I do, and remind myself of images I've seen of those other universes. Some of these images and scenes have involved my own death, and those ones in particular I make sure to always remember those images so I can prevent it from happening in my life and this universe. Some people will probably call me crazy, and I just might be, I don't know, but again I just view it as a way my mind tries to prevent bad things from happening.
Are you me?
@@SobrietyandSolace Do you feel the same?
@@Foreign501st Absolutely. My head is never, ever quiet and people will never understand why even making a simple decision over what to have for dinner can end up completely overwhelming and paralysing, especially if thinking about it caused you to spiral because of some related trauma and the thousands of what ifs become increasingly more extreme and terrifying once you have indeed seen the worst case scenario
I don’t have phone conversations because of this. Even just having a verbal conversation because I’m trying to second guess how they will respond and decide how I will respond in real-time. I have autism and cPTSD/BPD
@@SobrietyandSolace I understand how you feel completely. I don't do texting either, and in person I try to keep conversations to a minimum and I only give short replies. I'm glad to know I'm not the only person who feels this way.
My mother managed to get the house that I grew up in because there was a very nice man who tried very hard to help us get it. He saw that my parents didn't have much money, but had a big family with 4 young children and this house was perfect for us but out of our budget. We managed to get it for much lower than thought possible.
This man was very Christian, and so were my parents (but especially my mom) so I think that's why he wanted to help us and became a family friend (though one I honestly don't remember personally, as I was very young). A few years later he falls very sick, and for some reason he reaches out to my mother and asks her to come down to pray for him. She says she can't, because she has to watch us kids. He ended up dying from that illness. I don't know if my mom ever thought of that as her fault, but I remember when I heard it as a kid it broke my heart
So your mother would have prayed and you think a miracle would have happened from her prayers? So ridiculous sorry but it is.
I like how he's reading all these awful events, WHILE BEING AN ELEPHANT FURRY MAN SKIING IN THE BACKGROUND.
The moment story #1 was told I had to pause the video because of how shocked I was because it went from zero to 100% in less than 15 seconds.
First one kinda made me laugh because if children always spoke up, that could be the fate of many child predators and molesters who deserve it. But then I considered that she might not have meant to do anything. All we know is the kid was only 4 years old, there’s a huge lack of detail there.
That is quite a horrible way of looking at things.
The teen girl was probably a former victim of abuse.
She was in her late teens, and she needed family counseling and support.
I believe in justice, but also mercy.
I know the four year old boy is the victim, but I also feel bad for the girl that she felt the need to end her life because of her mistakes.
My thirteen year old boy touched his little sister inappropriately, and we found out.
He didn't kill himself, but the grandparents came over and them and I had a serious, but empathetic and supportive discussion with him and we explained how that was not okay.
I feel sick that after the girl babysat the kid, she probably got a call from the boys parents saying "so you molested our boy because blah .. blah."
The teen probably hung up after that and slit her wrists in the bathtub or something.
The Era this happened in was probably the 70s / 80s, so there was probably a lot of female s*x shaming back then, and they probably threatened to get law enforcement involved instead of getting her and the victim psychological support.
People say the girl deserved to die, but I personally see this as the worst outcome.
In reality, she probably needed a MUCH healthier way to release se***l tension.
I agree with you though that no child should go through abuse of any form.
I'd actually be angrier if she physically assaulted the boy, but sexual assault is a little bit of a different story.
18:48 Where does it say that the husband was drunk like the reply says?
I just wanted to say it made it a lot easier to hear all of this while watching a dinosaur on a bicycle. That was the "comic relief" I needed with this.
guys lets stop and pay our respects to the homies who lost someone they were close to
I'm a truck driver and this week has been the closest I came to unaliving someone because of their own stupidity. Going 68mph down a split highway (speed limit 75mph, this is rural Texas). Left lane completely empty no cars visible in my mirrors. 2 semis in the right lane, me and another truck maybe 8-10 seconds behind me. Car makes a left onto the road into the right lane (again 2 trucks already occupy this lane) when I'm under 2 seconds from the intersection. My trucks emergency breaks automatically kick in and automatically honks the horn and it applies full breaks. I'm lucky that I'm unloaded so its just my trailer behind me allowing me to swerve to the left lane truck still breaking and blaring its horn as I'm skidding past the vehicle. They never even tried to move over to the shoulder, speed up, or anything just I'm going here everyone else better get out of my way. It take a second for my truck to release the autobraking but if I had a load I could not shift lanes without loosing control (flipping the load) and I would take out that (or anyone else that stupid) dumb idiot before flipping my tuck and them just driving away.
I personally think i was responsible for my father's suicide. I was around 10 years at the time, and now when i look back on it, he probably had a lot of undiagnosed mental issues, and was basically just me. But the last thing i said to him before my mother took me and my brother to her house (they were divorced) i said "i hate you go kill yourself." That weekend he overdosed on his medication. I still feel incredibly guilty and wish I didn't say that to him.
Either this pfp is getting really famous or you're stalking me
Before I got reassigned back to the home office from the field, I gifted a big bottle of vodka to some local workers who never tried it before. Fast forward a couple of months I got reassigned back to the field office. I ran into the worker who I gave the bottle to and asked how it was. Apparently they downed it like shots, finishing the one liter bottle and one of them died of alcohol poisoning...
may all the people who died rest in peace.
I second this comment, beautiful and thoughtful ❤
Except the pdfile grandpa
@Game_Channel_-px3ru you feel bad for the old man who raped or molested several generations of his own daughters and granddaughters?
@@moonrizer-qb5do 👌
@@moonrizer-qb5do Yes
great video, really thought-provoking! it's crazy how a simple mistake can lead to such serious consequences. but honestly, i sometimes feel like the way we discuss these events can oversimplify the complexity of human errors. not every accident should carry the same weight of guilt. what does everyone else think?