Fascinating reading all of the stories.
It's mind boggling how any of us are here to tell about it !
I have a few of my own:
Birth - Almost died soon after, something was wrong with my heart and my body weight withered down to a mere couple of pounds within days. Mother's
instinct saved me from the stupidity of doctors by deciding to take me home and force feed me every hour on the hour for 3 months straight until I was
a fat, plump healthy baby. Doctors never did figure out what was wrong.
Age 10 - Nearly drowned in a freezing river after the canoe I was paddling in tipped over. My lifejacket was a crappy old thing and instead of
holding me up, it sucked in the water and pulled me down under the current. I remember looking up watching the sunlight go darker and darker as I was
going deeper and deeper. A feeling of calm came over me, I knew I was dying but I didn't panic at all and just felt this weird happy sensation come
over me without the need to breath. My stepfather was diving down repeatedly trying to find me, but the water was dark and murky. Apparently it was
a good 5 minutes or so before he felt something brush his hand, it was the ends of my long hair floating upward. He grabbed and pulled me back up to
the surface, pumped the water out of my chest, and I took a deep breath of wonderful oxygen.
Age 14 - Walking to school one day not looking at where I was going, just about to step off the curb to cross the street when a loud voice screamed in
my ear "Stop!!". I froze on the spot and stepped back from the curb. Right at that very second a transit bus whizzed past me at top speed and so
close to the curb that I could feel the sideview mirror brush the hair on the top of my head. I looked around but there was no one in sight.
Age 16 - Teenage stupidity, went on a weekend drinking bender with my friends. Somehow managed to get myself home after 2 days of straight drinking
(Sunday), and passed out in my bed. I woke up 3 days later on Wednesday evening... I had literally slept(?) without waking up or moving for 3 days
straight, wearing the same clothes and shoes, in the exact same sideways position on the bed. Parents weren't home, they were gone on a 5-day trip to
visit family. Needless to say, the first thing I did was hit the bathroom and pee'd like Austin Powers. Alcohol poisoning ? Alcohol induced coma ?
To this day, I still can't figure it out.
Age 18 - Passenger in a head on collision car accident doing about 60km per hour, no seatbelt on, my face went through the windshield and I ended up
halfway out on top of the hood of the car. I walked away from it with just a little goose egg on my forehead and a mild concussion.
Age 19 - Working as a house painter, fell from a 30+ ft ladder painting the eavestrough on a 3-story house. Landed like a starfish onto a patch of
thick, unmowed lawn. Knocked the wind out of me and couldn't breath for at least 2 minutes, and couldn't move any part of my body. Scariest feeling
I ever had in my life was the inability to take a desperate need for a breath. Lungs eventually kicked back in and was able to slowly move my body
again. I think landing like a starfish flat on my back probably saved my body from being permanently broken into a hundred pieces.
Age 25 - Complications giving birth to my daughter, lost 3 pints of blood within seconds (placenta did not completely separate properly) and then
instantly passed out from mass blood loss. I remember hearing the doctors and nurses yelling and running around, feeling myself fade away, and then I
went blank. My baby girl was worth every second of it.
Age 40 - Cruising on my motorcycle down the freeway doing about 80 km/hr when some idiot in a van decided to change lanes without looking in his
mirrors. I wasn't paying attention to this dummy next to me, but for some reason I felt the urge to hit my brakes and by doing so realized my butt
was saved by a mere couple of inches of my front tire as he cut me off. Lost control of the back end of my bike from the sudden breaking on damp
cement, started to slide sideways, started to kiss my butt goodbye with the words "Oh sh##" coming out of my mouth, when the bike hit a small patch of
dry cement, throwing it back into an upright position enabling me to correct the front end getting the bike turned back around going in the right
direction. I cursed like a sailor at the dummy in the van as I shook off the adrenaline vibrations pumping through my body. All of this took place
over a matter of seconds. Wow.
Dang, I've used up all of my lives + 3... maybe I'm a cat and have one more left ?
I haven't thought about all of those "close calls" in years.
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