Seriously dude? Some things are just out of bounds. That's f***ing one of them. I honestly have no idea but maybe someone that can make a joke like that would also be the type that could have a child and not own up to the responsibility.
Stupid, thoughtless comment. Mine was getting sideswiped on the freeway, losing control and slamming into the concrete median. The scary moment came when in a daze, I looked out of my driver's window, and all I saw were the headlights of a Suburban. I was incredibly lucky to survive, but I still remember that feeling right before the SUV slammed into me......
I've had some pretty scary ****, I almost died being born (3 months premature) but I obviously don't remember that. My parents were once driving in a snow storm, and they couldn't see farther than three feet ahead of them, and the road was white. If I knew what was going on, then that would probably be it.
Had a family member go see "The Dark Knight Rises" at midnight showing in Aurora, CO. Wasn't till the next morning we found out she went to a different theater in Aurora.
ONly afterwards while thinking about it since I was too drunk to be appropriately scared while it happened, but flipping over a three story balcony railing before someone caught my legs was probably number one. Otherwise I guess life's been pretty tame if my scariest moments have occured in dreams. Real or imagined while conscious- near wrecks, the feeling of impending doom when you're thinking you're having a heart attack, probably some intense moments I've blocked out tripping, running from a large animal you think is trying to kill you, surrounded by hillbilly gun nuts/'i know my rights' guys in something similar to a repo situation.
Thanks shayan... yes, her operation was a success, she was released 8 days later and we were able to bring her home. Other than a daily barrage of meds (eg digoxin and others) and regular visits to cardiologists, she grew up as any other child would (eventually, played basketball, rode competition equestrian sports, and went through the TWHS ROTC and choir programs). She is now 19, at Lone Star, works a part time job, and while she has a few small exceptions (annual echo-cardiograms to monitor for a slight valve leak, no tattoos or piercings, and is advise to not have babies down the road), she is just like any other 19 year girl with scar and a scary story to tell. She was our first child after five years of trying, so we were especially scared at the time (and fortunately we lived near Stanford University where lots of leading work in cardiology was performed). They also put us up in a hotel near the hospital so we could spend time around the clock with her. They had us meet with other parents with children with similar surgeries (our daughter was only the 20th to have that operation at the time), and gratefully we later met with other incoming parents to share our story. Odd thing... our second daughter was born five years later. There was a slight heightened risk that she would have heart issues and she had an eco-cardiogram in the womb to check. But when she approaching delivery her heart rate went way down... turns out her umbilical cord was knotted in two places that tightened down during contractions. But the surgery team was rushed in twice, just in case.
That's good to hear that everything is alright. And I apologize for that thoughtless comment, didn't really mean it. And I apologize to all others that felt offended by it.
Well, one time I walked into a drug store (Walgreens) to get some nyquil and this guy walked in with a gun and he had a bald head and a beard and he went to the photo development booth and demanded some money and then I walked around the corner and he pointed the gun at me and this gun, the gun I mean was covered in rubies and diamonds and it had a big R on it so I guess it was a Ruger and he said he had 1,000 rounds of ammo and he asked me if I wanted to be on a poster. if i wanted to be famous...-- he said he was too big for this too big to be a drug store robber and he wanted more. he couldn't be satisfied with just my wallet he wanted more he wanted the cash register & said his name was murray or morey or haartstine and this never really happened and it never will happen it just a random meaningless story meant to waste everyone's time and give the site some extra traffic and take attention away from LOFs. yeah yeah sactown's was in that store and this never will happen.
No worries... I actually didn't even connect up the comment (and when I did, I even I had to chuckle). The hospital refers to any baby not breathing correctly as "blue babies". She did even have a blueish tint to her, but everything happened so fast, the nurses taking her, putting her on a ventilator and then transporting her by helicopter to Stanford hospital, there wasn't much time for us to even think at the time. My wife went through recovery and the next AM we were able to go to Stanford to see her and learn what all was ahead of us. But that happened 19 years ago, so again, don't worry at all about the comment and again, I appreciate the concern and well wishes. My daughter has long accepted everything involved (even wears two-piece bathing suits without being self-conscious of the scars).
Standing alone at the door of my father's hospital room as a team attempted to resuscitate him is second. My son, a teenager at the time, in intensive care for a week and they couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. That was the worst. My son made it. Dad didn't.
can relate. Had the same type of thing, but I was lucky enough to open my eyes to see the oncoming cars had stopped a good 100 feet away. Can only imagine if I got slammed after everything that had happened, and seen the car coming
almost, 15 years ago, for about 1 week following a car accident, i was not able to see out of right eye...and was really terrified that i would never be able to see again...that was scary...
