Have you ever thought you were REALLY going to die?

i almost drowned at waterworld. trying to go as far as i could in the wave pool when i don't know how to swim was a bad idea, to say the least. thank god my friend pulled me out.

 

Case 1: I was in my early teens and I bought a pack of basketball cards and I was so excited to see what I got that I crossed a busy road while opening the pack and I don't know how I didn't get hit. The car was honking and swerved really quickly.

Case 2: I was in college and took a few gravity bong hits. I felt so r****ded I might as well have been dead.

 

I was on I-45 going to U of H one morning doing the speed limit, not braking or accelerating, not changing lanes...nothing. However, there was one hell of a rainstorm going on. The kind where your wipers are at full speed and you still wouldn't see if a bird landed on your hood.

So all of a sudden my car hydroplaned, bringing the right rear of the car around toward the front as I did a complete 360, slamming into the retaining wall in the process. Somehow I came to a complete stop, facing perfectly straight on the left shoulder. All the other cars just kept whizzing by.

Seeing all the traffic coming toward you as you're spun half way around and sliding down the freeway is an eye opener, so to speak.

 

Shannon and I were driving to Phoenix in March of last year... we were somewhere in New Mexico and I forgot about the colder temps in the higher elevations. I was driving about 65 and all the sudden we come up on a huge bunch of fresh ice / snow that had just fallen on the interstate. I panicked at first and hit the brakes which was a mistake. We started hydroplaning toward a van. I remember thinking "oh my god we're going to hit this van at about 40 mph" then I remembered to turn the wheel into the direction we were heading... and we straightened out and came to a safe stop in the dirt median between the highways.

Pretty scary stuff.

 

i went swimming at a beach once and my leg started cramping up, thought i was gonna drown for a couple of mins.

 

-Tried to catch plastic football at HS Football game and some ****** pushed me and my spine hit the corner of the bleacher, paralyzed for like 5 seconds.

 

Case 1: I was car jacked and kidnapped a long time ago in the (believe it or not) Z-107 van when I worked there. I thought for sure I was going to get shot as the guy next to me had an Uzi. All I could think about was how much it was going to hurt.

Case 2: I was 35 miles offshore in a boat with three friends and we lost an engine going through a serious thunder storm. I was positive that I would end up in the drink. It was probably the most miserable experience of my entire life.

 

Just once

http://abclocal.go.com/ktrk/story?section=local&id=5540725
http://www.chron.com/CDA/archives/archive.mpl?id=2007_4398245


I was trapped in the hull of a capsized boat for three plus hours with water up to my neck, didn't think about dying at the time but in hindsight me and my friends are very lucky.

 

When I lived in Waco, I was going out to eat with some friends, we were all riding in this one guy's car. There's a loop on the street right before you cross 35 to get on Valley Mills. You have to yield to oncoming traffic that's also going toward the freeway, but my friend didn't see the sign and pulled out really far on the loop before he realized there was a car coming toward him and he should have yielded. There was a car passing right in front of him, so he couldn't step on the gas. And this car in the lane beside it on the outside lane was heading toward the left side of our car at about 40. I remember screaming, seeing headlights coming fast straight-on toward me. Then there was the squeal of brakes as that car swerved and stopped parallel to our car, barely missing it. I was shaking for the next few hours.

 

About 5 years ago, I was in a cargo van with about 8 or 9 others headed up I-45 to Sherman, TX. We were a band and were playing a music festival up at Austin College. So, we're going about 70 when a car behind us cuts off a car to thier left. They lose control of their car. Somebody in our van yells "Oh *****!" I turn and look just in time to see the car nail us around the drivers side door. We hit the guard rail, but at 70 MPH that only serves as a launching pad as we go flying. This was an elevated section of the highway (compared to the feeder) and we have a good 20-25 feet to fall. The impact broke the front axle of the van. We narrowly missed a concrete culvert. I don't remember anything from the time we got launched to the time we landed. All I know is that I was in the middle row in the middle seat when we started and I ended up with my back against the back of the passenger side seat. None of us in the rear portion of the van were wearing seatbelts.

The thought of death never entered my mind but it did for some others in the van. The guys in the row ahead of me were some pretty big dudes. The had wrapped their arms around the back of the seat and bent the crap out of it from trying to hold on. The guy in the middle did end up hitting his head on the front windshield. Luckily, nobody was seriously injured. The guy sitting to my left got a gash in his knee from hitting it on the seat in front of him. That was the worst injury. Everybody else was just sore.

The other car actually flipped and rolled along the guardrail. The passenger in that car had a broken wrist. The driver was a stupid little b****. It was her fathers car and her insurance didn't cover her driving that vehicle. We rented our van from Enterprise and they talked our manager into buying the insurance.

 

You almost didn't survive the Circle!!

 

My family lived on an Indian reservation in Arizona for four years when I was younger. I was in kindergarten through 3rd grade when we lived out there. My dad was a principal of a boarding school for American Indian kids 6-8 grade in the middle of no where on the White Mountain Apache Indian Reservation. Despite my dad being 1/2 Cherokee and me 1/4, we were very white looking compared to the people on the reservation, who were mostly still full blood. My mom was a speech pathologist at a bunch of the schools out there, working with kids that had speech impediments. Well, everyone out there acted like we were super rich because my dad drove a decent car (a Mitsubishi Eclipse, couldn't have been more than a $25,000 car, but by far the nicest car on the reservation). At the same time, my parents were doing pretty well financially, we lived in this ****ty little two bedroom duplex (there were no nice houses out there)with a family that didn't work and were complete slobs living in the other side of the duplex. There was some prejudice towards our family out there, but I got along with everyone in school real well and the students all seemed to like my parents...the prejudice mainly came from people that didn't know us at all. Well, I don't know why, but a cousin of the people that lived next to us one day broke into our house with a big ass butcher knife while my dad was at work. He started attacking my mom, she told me to run. Well, we lived in a place called Fort Apache that was basically a big oval with a school in the middle (about 200 yards from our house), where my dad was working. This was during the summertime. I remember hauling ass to get my dad to help. To this day, I feel like I probably could have won a gold medal in the 200 meter race in the Olympics. I felt like i was completely flying. Well, I get to my dad's office, he's on the phone, I scream out "dad someone is trying to stab mom!" and he slams the phone down and takes off running towards our house. Luckily my mom had been able to make it out of the house as a truck with two women in it drove by. They stopped to help her and the guy took off running the other way. I made it completely unharmed and my mom made it with only a couple of nicks on her hands and one on her chest.

If you don't know anything about the law on Indian reservations, you probably don't know that state laws don't apply in most instances, etc...Well, the guy was a member of the White Mountain Apache tribe and my mom was just a white person, and I am light skinned. The tribal council decided not to pursue any charges whatsoever against the kid that did the crime. A few weeks later we moved out of Arizona as my parents were going through a divorce at the time.

 

sorry, but being really stoned doesnt count !

one i remember was when i was 11 and fishing in canada, god lake in manitoba. We were spending a couple of days fishing some streams/rivers that had rapids and quick moving water. I was on some rocks and slipped. I caught myself but my legs just below my thighs were in the water. I had rubber wading boots on and they filled with water immediately and thus started to "pull" me into the water.

I felt my grip slipping and I was sliding into the rushing water (freeing i might add). I lost my grip and was being sucked into the river. All of a sudden the guide came leaping in like spiderman and caught my hand, pulling me to safety.

 

Asking out my first GF.
Riding the Texas Free Fall at Splashtown. Never will ride it again.
Guarding the fastest guy during a pickup game.

 

During boot camp when we were doing swim qualifications. We had to swim with full gear on. In the middle of the pool, this guy right behind me starts panicking and climbing over me. I had to fight him off for a good minute. Scariest minute of my life.

 

When I was in my senior year of high school, for some reason I woke up in the middle of the night with the worst stomach cramps and bloating I had every experienced in my life. Only thing was that my stomach was empty. I was on the toilet trying to force something out my rectum with all my strength in a vain attempt to relieve the ever increasing pressure within my intestines. Nothing was coming out though. It got to the point where I was debating whether or not to put my pants on so that the authorities wouldn't find me 3 days later, decomposing and half-naked, dead on the crapper. True story. Worst pain of my life. I still don't know what the hell happened.

 

When I was a kid I trapped myself in a bucket and rolled it into our pool I guess to see if I could escape.. I don't know what drove me to try it, sounded cool I guess

as I was making my escape my foot got tangled around my head and I couldn't get it free, I BARELY made it out but those moments right before escape I was already making peace and assumed I'd drown.

It's actually really weird, you would think drowning would be the most painful way to die with your lungs exploding but for some-reason in those near moments I was at loss and the panic went away and I was in peace then bam I was free.

Luckily I did this in the 4 foot section, otherwise I was so close to blacking out and my energy and strength was draining to the point I couldn't have swam to the top.

 

I used to have this really bad anxiety thing where I would choke on my food when I was eating. There were several times I was eating alone and would take a bite and swallow, but the food would get stuck and I would start to panic and couldn't breathe. I can remember two times I actually felt like I might die. Very scary...and not a very cool way to go either.

 

Was at Galveston by myself as a teenager, and got caught up in a rip current. A surfer wasn't far off, but it appeared he was more interested in seeing how long it takes someone to drown than to help.

After a few prayers, must have finally ventured far enough to the side to get out of the current and return to shore pretty exhausted.