posted on Apr, 7 2009 @ 01:59 PM
I’m Glad you posted this thread OP, I’m sure it will have a lot of good reads (of a personal nature)
I actually have two story’s
Up entail I was 4, one of our neighbors, had a family similar to ours. A friendship between our parents started and grew, we all became close friends,
my Dad and there father Ricky, were very close, best friends one would say. One night Ricky and his wife were having a cocktail party, which my
parents were attending, when suddenly Ricky clenched his chest and collapsed. My Dad, being a medic in the Vietnam war, immediately began the
procedures to revive him, unfortunately Ricky died in my fathers arms before an ambulance could arrive.
Ricky’s wife and kids moved back to the state they originated from after the incident. Some 5-6 years later my dad was away for work (an oilfield
hand working on Alaska’s north slope) when my mom suddenly fell I’ll, she was practically bed ridden. But my mother being the old school tough
gal she is decided it would be better to simply wait.
That Night while sleeping she was awoken by a sound (we had dogs, and cats, it was very typical to be woke up my a sound) she looked down the hallway
from her room (her door was always open) and saw the figure of a man standing outside the door to our bathroom, she sat up and blinked to clear the
sleep out of her vision but after doing so the figure was gone. She assumed it was merely a dream she hadn’t woken all the way up from.
The next night, the same scenario played out except this time, the figure of a man was at her door instead of the bathroom door, she again sat up and
tried to focus her eyes, just to see nothing was there, thinking the same she had the night before she went back to sleep.
Things were worse for her the next day, yet she still refused to go see a doctor. That night it was another repeat, except this time when she woke up
and opened her eyes, the figure was standing right over her, she even screamed a little (it woke me up), I came into her room and she told me it was
just a bad dream.
The next morning she agreed to go to a doctor, who immediately sent her to the ER at the hospital, there they found out she had a cist on her tail
bone and if they didn’t operate immediately it would burst and release enough poison into her body to kill her.
The operation went threw without a hitch, the doctor said if she would have waited one more day, she definitely would have died.
To this day, she swears it was Ricky standing in the hallway, doorway, then over her, warning her that it was getting closer and she had to take
The 2nd event was a few years after my father passed away, I was living in Alaska and an abide kayaker, one day me and my friend decided we were good
enough to take on the nap-town holes, a series of rapids with swales over 6 feet high.
I was the first (and only) one to go threw and was stupidly not warring a dry suit ( the water is fed from a glacier and around 46F). I made it threw
the larger of the swales and from my confidence decided to look behind me to see how my friend was doing, that’s when I tipped and was sucked out of
I’m now in 46 degree water with a low quality life vest, rapids, swales and rocks all around me. I tried to swim on top of my kayak at first just
kicking my legs but was getting no where (you have about 2mins to get out of the water before hypothermia stops you from moving). I then pushed off
from the kayak and was being pounded by the waves, swimming my hardest I tried to get to shore, never have I experienced a more intense moment.
All of a sudden I could feel the hypothermia sucking my energy, I couldn’t move my arms anymore at all (your body and mind is screaming MOVE I WANT
TO LIVE but they wont move) I had to turn on my back and just kick, now I cant see what rocks, or anything I’m heading for, then my legs began to
give out, I could barley kick them anymore. Never in my life had I thought “this is it, I’m about to die and *cont...