What is the closest you have ever come to dying?

7th grade summer. Me and my friends were messing around with an adult party on the "bad" side of town. We were throwing pop rocks and water balloon and dash across to the forest. On our third one, it was the worst. Instead of all 4 of us throwing a couple, we got the whole thing and mad it rain on them. We hear like 10 pops and hella waterballoons explode. We all started running like our life depended on it. The community center was a quarter - half mile away and the guys were.....CHASING US. There was a mob of them, like 30-40, seriously. One of the guys yelled, "You punk ass n***a" and we just started DYING in laughter. 2 of my friends and I both trip over this branch we didn't see and the other friend, was WAY behind us. I turned around and he was like 50 yards behind us, the guys were maybe 150 yards away. They were gaining on us and as soon as I got up my leg started bleeding everywhere and my knees mildly felt weird, I look down and there is a stick INSIDE the muscle next to my shin. With all the adrenaline flowing I couldn't feel anything, they were gaining on us, we had to get to the community center quick so even if there was a fight, we had other people. The guys were like 100 yards away now and you can see FVCKING KNIVES. We all got up and we ran, but not to the community center anymore. To the forest that we were hiding in before, we dipped in there for what felt like an hour. My wound wasn't as bad as it looked but it did leave a huge scar. Anyways, I think these experiences are the ones that teach us that we are not invincible.

Anyways, I think these experiences are the ones that teach us that we are not invincible.

Funny closing, because when I was reading the story, I was thinking, “too bad we aren’t invincible anymore.”

theJeff wrote:

Anyways, I think these experiences are the ones that teach us that we are not invincible.

Funny closing, because when I was reading the story, I was thinking, “too bad we aren’t invincible anymore.”

You mean you used to be able to harass black people and poors and they just had to accept it?

I was at the gym in 2014 and doing a temp run on a treadmill. Not even a half-mile I to the run I had this pain that felt like a Charlie horse in my chest. I decided to get a mile out of the run thinking nothing of it after all I was very fit and 32 years old. At 1 mile I stopped stepped off and woke up 4 hours later in the ER I had a near fatal heart attack I had to have a stent placed into my LAD. This is the closes I have had to death. It is even closer then going to war and being shot at which I have also experienced.

Great minds think alike

theJeff wrote:

fatbody wrote:

When I was deployed to Iraq, we had a small wooden hut inside our OP that had a couple couches, a tv, and 3 computers where you could get on the internet. I was on one of the computers when we all heard this loud SMACK sound. It sounded like someone was carrying a stack of textbooks and dropped them on the floor or something. Everyone was looking around trying to figure out what it was. That's when I noticed some dust coming up into my field of view. I looked down and there was a stray 7.62 round that had come through the roof and lodged into the desk between my wrists.

Holy crap. A stray, then? Any guess as to how far it would have traveled?

I later heard there was a wedding in town that day and they could have been firing rounds up to celebrate the wedding. Our OP was roughly a mile or so outside of town. I never used to believe it when I heard rounds fired straight up would come down just as fast. I can assure you they come down fast enough to mess you up, haha!

To "theJeff": Your dangling above the sharp rocks wins as the most scary experience, though others seem to have come closer to death.

Mine was a true story. I wonder how many were trolls. God Damn Russians.

How many Russian trolls pop up here? I've always been amazed that Trump has gotten so much support from runners, who tend to be more intelligent than most Americans. Now I suspect many are Russian trolls. It may turn out that the only Trump supporter here is ROJO.

I know he deletes many of my posts that slam religion.

Was banging a married woman when her husband walked in on us.

I was in Alaska at the Turnagain arm watching the tide come in. It's something like the second fastest tide in the world. My friend and I went out on this little peninsula to watch the water swirl by. To get out on the peninsula, we walked over this land bridge a few feet over the water and walked out over a small hill and sat down for 10 or 15 minutes. Then we decided to walk balk off the peninsula. The land bridge had disappeared and was maybe a foot or two under water moving 25+ mph. The water was still shallow enough and the distance short enough that we were able to get back without any real trouble other than wet feet and legs, but if we'd waited another 10 minutes, we probably wouldn't have been able to get back. Creeps me out thinking about it. And yes, it was incredibly stupid. You just couldn't really tell how fast the water was rising.

old guy 72 wrote:

It may turn out that the only Trump supporter here is ROJO.

In fairness, rojo is one of the never-Trump GOPers. I credit his father's influence there.

Back in college a group of us on the team ran into a park during winter time that had a no trespassing sign because it was snowy and the park was closed. We decided to venture on and ended up getting stuck on the trail off of the side of cliff because it was iced over and full of snow. Didn't know how we would get out. Luckily one of the guys was an ice climber and we managed to escape up rather than out or down. The 8-9 mile run took about 2 hours because of that extra 60 minute detour!

Another time in the marathon I thought I might die at about 41k. I got dizzy and saw stars and almost had to stop. I thought man God please don't let me die or pass out. Fastest 41k of my life..... unfortunately the marathon isn't 41k.......

kibitzer wrote:

old guy 72 wrote:

It may turn out that the only Trump supporter here is ROJO.

In fairness, rojo is one of the never-Trump GOPers. I credit his father's influence there.

Please don't hijack anither good thread with your left or right political bull$hit.

Two for me:

As a kid, I lived in a neighborhood that was still undergoing construction. My friend and I were playing in a construction area once, and we hopped down into a little trench. We stared hearing a really loud siren, and climbed out of the trench and began running away, pretending that we were in a war scene running away from an attack. When we were maybe 100 feet away, the trench behind us literally exploded.

In college, my girlfriend and I took a road trip to Toronto over spring break. My car car was old with really worn down all weather tires, and we were driving at night in freezing ran. We spun out on the highway and a truck drove by us doing 60+ mph. If it had hit us we probably would’ve died.

Great thread...

Here’s mine. May 5, 1991 (Cinco de Mayo) I was driving on a two lane Highway in California (one lane in either direction). Went to make a left turn across oncoming traffic. The oncoming traffic had a red light. But a pick-up truck (which was being driven by what I later found was a drunk driver) didn’t slow down a bit. They were doing 75mph. They clipped the front corner of my hood, veered on two wheels toward a hard curb, flipped several times (too many to count) before coming to rest in a dirt field next to the highway. My car slowly rolled off the road (disabled). I jumped out, ran toward the other car, and nearly tripped over a girl in the grass (who had been ejected.) I put my coat on her. Continued toward the pickup truck, and stumbled across another person lying in the grass. Blood everywhere... all over his/her face... if it had been my own brother I wouldn’t have been able to recognise him/her - face was so disfigured. By that point, numerous cars had pulled over and were doing whatever they could to help. At the time, I thought it was my fault. I was crying hysterically (I’m a guy, but I’m not afraid to admit I was crying... I was 16 at the time.) I tried to commit suicide at the scene by smashing my head into the pavement. Some big black lady who had pulled over grabbed me and pulled me into her chest and started to pray. I had to ride in the ambulance to the hospital with one of the people from the other car. I felt so guilty because I had zero injuries and I thought they were all dead, and I thought it was my fault. My parents (who didn’t even know I had take the car) were woken in the middle of the night to a phone call from the hospital saying ‘your son has been involved in a very serious car accident with a drunk driver’. They showed up at the hospital at 1am, not sure if I was dead or alive (the nurse who called didn’t give any detail and this was in the days before cell phones so they just had to come to the hospital with very little information).

Good news is that all the other people survived. Lots of broken bones, broken backs, glass shards, permanent injuries, etc. But they all survived.

That was literally the reason I began running. Almost like a Forest Gump moment, I began running after that... 27 years ago. Haven’t stopped since.

Oh, and the reason I and adding this to a thread about ‘almost dying’ is that if I had pulled forward 1 second earlier, I’d have been T-Boned and you don’t survive that at 75mph.

I’d like to bare my testimony. 4 years old. Grew up in a solid constructed turn of century home. Next to my top bunk on the wall was funny single bulb light fixture lamp- hardwired into the wall. Many more times than once, I’d turn the switch and stick my finger in the socket with no bulb. Electricity makes a sound as it violently shakes your brain.

The gunner in my truck was decapitated by an RPG round. His body slumped into the troop compartment and lay next to us for 20 minutes until we could fight our way out of the ambush. Another soldier had to climb into the turret and return fire until we were clear.

Almost hit by a car while going to Church. I took it as a sign to become an Atheist.

I was living a carefree but adventurous life, hopping trains, sleeping in empty railcars, passing time blowing my Jew's harp, waking to the rumble of the train riding rails stretching over the great American West. But I met nearly one hobo too many, one truly crazy dude. Unstable mentally, he accused me of trying to kill him and pulled a knife - and I mean a KNIFE - on me. I tried to cajole him but it only seemed to heighten his anger. It was a delicate situation. I got away - it was the best get away I ever made save for the time I jumped to first ahead of Asbel with about 200m to go - but I had to surrender the can of beans and the poncho I got in that trade for my birth certificate.

Ben from Minnesota wrote:

I was living a carefree but adventurous life, hopping trains, sleeping in empty railcars, passing time blowing my Jew's harp, waking to the rumble of the train riding rails stretching over the great American West. But I met nearly one hobo too many, one truly crazy dude. Unstable mentally, he accused me of trying to kill him and pulled a knife - and I mean a KNIFE - on me. I tried to cajole him but it only seemed to heighten his anger. It was a delicate situation. I got away - it was the best get away I ever made save for the time I jumped to first ahead of Asbel with about 200m to go - but I had to surrender the can of beans and the poncho I got in that trade for my birth certificate.

D'oh! Replace "Jew's harp" with "harmonica."