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When i was about 12, I rode a four wheeler for the first time and without a helmet.

I ran straight into a tree and gashed my head open. Had to get 13 staples, they said it was about a piece of paper's thickness from hitting my skull and that my scalp was kinda dangling enough to where you could see under it. It hurrrrt.

 

I have a badass scar now though, but it sucks when I wanna part my hair on that side.

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when I was out hunting a wolf with my friends some idiot shot me in my chest he told my friends that he thought I was a dear but I was wearing a orange jacket anyway my friends rushed me to the hospital now I have a ugly scar on my right side

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It's not as serious as the rest of you guys, but when I was younger, maybe around seven, I used to love running across tram lines. Just in case anyone doesn't know, tram lines aren't like train lines, meaning that the danger of crossing a tram line is the equivalent of that of crossing a road. Perfectly safe as long as nothing's coming.The only problem is, trams are really quiet, and whilst I was on the other side of the lines to my mum, I didn't notice once coming towards me and went to run across. Luckily, there was some lady who grabbed my hood and pulled me back.

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When I was around 9 or 10 years old I tore my lung from coughing during a particularly severe cold, and it resulted in subcutaneous emphysema, and it apparently was quite serious. I was in intensive care here for a few days, and then kept in the children's ward for a couple of weeks after that.

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I've never actually been close to death, but if you count all the times I fell down from bikes and whatnot, and maybe some near misses in the car, I could have died several times over. I've never been in a situation where I was actually dying and then came back from it, though.

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When I was 16 I was in a pretty bad relationship with a guy who was insane and really manipulative. At the train station he held me by the shirt-neck over the train tracks. He said he was going to let go of me and watch me die. The scariest thing was the other people on the station pretending they didn't see what was going on.

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Hmm...

  • I've had my foot touching or really close to a poisonous centipede more than once. Not quite lethal but...
  • Lived in the same house as a family of poisonous wood spiders for around two years. Again not lethal but very very painful if you get bit. They're also very large and vary hair and my dad broke our dust pan trying to kill the first one.
  • Almost got hit by a motorbike a few weeks ago. Bushed against my toe. Luckily they stopped.
  • Almost hit my motorbike when I was six. My mom yanked me back in time.
  • Ate a cheeseburger at 4am. Not a near death experience. Just fun even though I was up that late (or early) because I had injured my leg and didn't sleep for like three nights in a row. Cheeseburgers taste surprisingly good at 4am.

That's all folks! 


Oh, and though not me my mom has electrocuted herself like three times in the past four years. Once cause she was plugging something in where she couldn't see, once again for the same reason, and once because she stuck her fingers in our toaster. (seriously???) She constantly warning me to be careful... She's the one who always get shocked! Our voltage here is like 240 or something.

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I almost drowned in a swimming pool once. But then I just kept pushing with my arms till I reached the surface.

And one time I was almost bitten by a rattlesnake and a black widow spider. 1 of them on 2 different occasions I mean.

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Oh! And I walked through a red shirt protest party thing in Bangkok with my family cause we had to because the mall we were in was herding everyone out one set of doors. And all we were trying to do was see Frozen in theaters! Those protests can turn ugly real fast. My mom was so nervous and upset. My dad started yelling some bad things to her. Not a very good night.

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Yes. Back in the early 80s I was a rig worker (leatherneck) working for Sterling Drilling Company and, at the time, and my unit had been assigned to do deep exploration drilling in the North East corner of Wyoming near a town called Sundance.  We set up on a section called H road, set up the rig and began drilling. (Our assigned depth was to be 20 thousand feet.)

 

The geologists who'd surveyed the site already knew and had told us that they'd discovered hard strata (granite or something similar) down around ten thousand feet.

 

What they hadn't discovered and didn't know was that there was a huge high pressure gas pocket under the hard strata. (When I say "high pressure" I mean about fifteen thousand pounds per square inch.)

 

We were taking soundings because of the hard strata so we could get through it without chewing up too many drill bits so we were going rather slow.

 

Finally, we broke  through the hard strata and that's when all hell broke loose.

 

Freed from its rock prison, the high pressure gas shot straight up the well, blowing the drill shafts back up through the top of the rig to about two hundred feet in the air. They broke apart as they came down, raining steel death on anyone close to the well.

 

The Chain Corner (that's the guy who connects the shafts together and hooks them to the shaft drive) and two guys who were up on the rig tower at the time were killed instantly. Three more, who were standing near the rig were incinerated when a spark ignited the gas and caused a blow-out.

 

I was at an equipment shed about a half mile away at the time  I heard the explosion and it was huge! I knew exactly what it was and dove for the floor.

 

A second later the shock wave from the blast hit the equipment shed knocking me out and destroying the equipment shed.

 

I woke up in the hospital in Sundance about four days later not having any idea how I'd gotten there. I was in a full body cast and in traction. Pieces of the shed had hit me, breaking both of my arms and legs in several places. I had a fractured skull, a severe concussion and severe back injuries.

 

There was a very loud ringing in my ears and I couldn't hear anyone or anything. The doctors did their best to explain to me what'd happened but they also told me that it was a good thing I was in the equipment shed at the time because, if I'd been outside, I would have been killed outright from the shockwave from the explosion.

 

It took a team of well fire specialists almost two weeks to put that well fire out and the explosion broke windows for about five miles around it.

 

It took a long time for me to heal from that and about six months before my hearing began to return but it never returned fully and I've been left with tinnitis (a low, constant ringing in the ears) since that time.

 

Still, all things considered I was very lucky that day as I could easily have been killed if I'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time and, to this day, I really believe that Someone was watching out for me.

 

I never went back to rig work after that.

 

(Although you don't hear about it very often in the news, this kind of thing happens more often than you can imagine, which makes it one of the most dangerous professions there is.)

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When I was a kid I was very sick and my intestines were very fragile on the inside. Sometimes when I ate food it would rip the inner side of my intestines open and blood would rush in, which I would puke out. I used to puke up so much blood my condition became very critical quite a few times. For some reason it just stopped after the doctors pumped me full of different medicine over the course of a year. Needless to say, I was drugged up 24/7 and the only reason why I probably survived is because of the amazing healthcare the Germany has to this day.

 

I also overdosed on some pretty hard stuff a few years back, I'm really happy I got rid of that bad habit. The feeling overdosing gives you is not fun at all.

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There was a car that came within what could be no more than a few inches from hitting me, was going pretty fast two. I didn't really dwell on it until now, but yeah, it was a close call (even if I did think it looked pretty cool how I stopped blank as the car went past, like some sort of ninja from le movies.)

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I almost choked to death on a piece of Bratwurst at Work a few years ago. Thank god that one of the employees knew about first aid and saved me.

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I honestly can't remember how many times it has happened to me.

But here is my favorite one (owo).

When I was 7/8-ish I was fossil hunting with my Dad on holiday. We were walking on this Rock-pile thing, which had warning signs around it warning that falling between the rocks could be fatal. I fell between the rocks. Landed on my butt and well... lived.

tl;dr Sign... You lied...

 

Heck why not another.

When I was 4/5 I was being a little kid and put a coin in my mouth. I started choking and got to the point I turned blue due to lack of oxygen ^^.

 

Happy Times ^^

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I've had a number of not-insignificant injuries (I've got the scars to prove it xD ), but none of them brought me anywhere near death.  I suppose the closest I've gotten was when I was a toddler and toddled (as toddlers are wont to do) into a creek.  I could recall the experience with some clarity many years after.  There must have been a steep (for me) decline, 'cause I went straight under.  There was no stable footing underneath; though I recalled feebly - and ineffectually - working my feet at it.  And - perhaps most clearly - I remember little bits of things floating in the water in front of me.  And a strange, inexplicable sense of...  Calm.  Which is entirely incongruous to the fear of drowning I developed after. x (  I was pulled out in time, obviously.  Unless I can convince you I'm a ghost typist.

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Although I don't think I was near death, I would've been if I was left untreated. I was mugged, almost sexually assaulted, and stabbed a few years ago. Luckily my friend was with me and it was near houses, so an ambulance was called and I was patched up.

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Well, I ate an apple once.

 

Bad desicion.

 

I just wanted to know how they taste like ._. You see I'm very allergic to apples, I can't even touch them. So yeah dumb me took a few bites of an apple and thereafter my face transformed to something straight out of a horror film. It got worse and I could barely breathe. But I got ice cream at the hospital though, so it was totally worth it.

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I thought of another time; it might not be "near death" but it would have been pretty bad.

 

I was going rock climbing at a recreational center for my friend's birthday(we shall call her Turtle). One of the other guests (also a good friend of mine; we'll call her Ladybug) was climbing and I was trying to help Turtle with her harness. She was fiddling with it and I took one step closer to her, just as Ladybug landed where I was standing less than a second before.

 

Yeah, I didn't realize it until Turtle was looking at me with wide eyes and explained what happened. I felt pretty lucky that day.

 

EDIT: Thought of a couple more.

 

The first was when I was really little, so the memory was kind of hazy. My friend (we'll call her Flower) took me to a water park; my first water park trip, actually. Anyway, I don't know if Flower knew that I couldn't swim, but somehow she convinced me to go on this really big waterslide (maybe it wasn't that big, I was like five at the time). When I got to the bottom, it was way too deep for a five-year-old and a nice lifeguard man saved me. I embarrassed Flower's mother, haha.

 

The other was one I didn't think was that bad at all. I was walking on the sidewalk of a bridge with my family. This bridge was part of a very busy highway. My parents were fussing and being really irrational, in my eyes, and they kept telling us to stay on the sidewalk at all costs. I was wearing my favorite Indiana Jones-style fedora, and the wind blew it off into the gutter. The gutter, not the road. So I jumped down into the gutter to pick it up and stepped back on to the sidewalk just as some vehicle whipped by. My parents were furious. I didn't really see why they were so angry. I was only about eight and there was no way that I could have been hit by a car; the gutter was several feet away from the cars. But they kept telling me that I could have been killed. I know that the risk was there, but it really didn't seem that bad. I'm surprised they didn't kill me themselves (kidding, of course).

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Yes, and that wasn't funny...

I like surfing, so i regularly go to the beach, and one day i was going to lift up and then i suddenly fell, the wave came and the board hit me so strongly in the head i lost consciousness for about 2 minutes. i only got up again when i was drowning...

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two nights ago I nearly died by hitting a patch of black ice and losing control of my car I ended up in a ditch but the rear end of my car was kind of on the road and I almost got hit by other cars at least 5 times I put it in to reverse and regained control of the car it was a happy ending I guess...but still kinda freaked about it :P

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I flipped over my bike when I was about nine. They said that if I hadn't been wearing my helmet, I would have cracked my head open. D: So, I got away with a bunch of scrapes, bruises, a lost tooth and a mild concussion. My helmet had saved me from getting killed. That's why you should always remember to wear a helmet, folks.

 

I think that's really the closest I've ever had to a near death experience.

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