Have you ever had a near death experience?

Question

I almost got hit by a 50 mile/hr truck, it missed me by a hair.

Answer 1

yes a few times was shot at a few times and hit by a car once

Answer 2

Got caught in an undertow in Costa Rica. I followed the training I'd seen in the newspaper. It took me about 100 yards out and then swam parallel and wound up on a shallow reef and was able to walk in from there. But the "is this the end?" question was going through the mind.

Answer 3

luckily no, well actually there was this one time when I was on a skiing trip and since it was my first (and last) time, I didnt know what I was doing and almost went over the side of a cliff because I was going really fast and didn't know how to stop on the skis. It was very unpleasent and turned me off of winter extreme sports for a while.

Answer 4

yes like 5 times

Answer 5

I've been so ill that the doctors called in my family from half way across the country...telling them that if they wanted to see me alive then they needed to be there ASAP. That's happened a couple of times. I have a 'life-threatening' illness...but I've bounced back every time and I'm doing GREAT now. It is DEFINITELY a scary feeling at times....but when God says it's my time...then IT"S MY TIME...until then...I'm just enjoying every minute that I have. LIVE YOUR LIVES....don't worry about the day that you die....because I assure you that day will come far too soon.

Answer 6

LUCKY YOU, i hit a 18 wheeler at 65mph head on and i sit here and type this.! you could say it was a near death experience i spent 3 weeks in ICU hooked up to a morphine pump..!!!

Answer 7

In November 1989, my ship, the Wisconsin, anchored out in Norfolk harbor, with the Iowa anchored about 3 miles away. Tugs brought over barges loaded with all the Iowa's ammunition for 5 day-long exercise called a Missile-ex, prior to Iowa's decommissioning. The Iowa, recall, had recently blown a turret. One night an AG1 woke me up and told me to get up and go to general quarters, the alarm. The power was out, and men were running through the berthing yelling to get dressed and go to GQ. The only light was from the battle lamps in the doorways, and those went out after a couple hours. Navy distillate fuel was leaking out of a high-pressure pipe and spraying onto the boiler that was being used to generate power. The engineers had to shut that boiler down. Shutting down a boiler, killing all the power, sends a signal to the emergency diesels, which are supposed to turn over and pick up the slack. The main priority is firefighting water (FFW), and if your boiler lights some fuel on fire and you lose FFW pressure, the engine room could explode, cracking the ship in half in a massive explosion.

Our problems were compounded by the missile-ex, meaning we were taking on a shitload of powder. The biggest conventional explosion in history occurred to a French battleship that was performing the same exercise in World War 1. Might have the details wrong, but you know. That kind of explosive power meant that we would all be blown to bits if the boiler decided to go. It was a freezing Virginia morning, about 2 AM, when we had to go to our battle stations. As signalmen, we were to signal the Iowa to send over a rescue and assistance team. As it turned out, we would be there a long, long time, an eternity. The emergency diesels had failed to start up. While firemen tried to repair them and more firemen raced to get P-250 portable seawater pumps going, the rest of the crew turned out to fight a conflagration.

On the signal bridge, we could see that even the aircraft warning light was dark, an ominous sight. That meant we were truly DIW, that we would be unable to respond to as simple an emergency as the anchor dragging. Surely the Iowa's anchor watch would have seen the lights that ringed our hulking silhoulette--a mere 6000 yards away--go out, and began to signal our anchor watch. As icy wind cut through our coats and gloves, we used handheld battery-operated searchlights to call the Iowa. B1, B1, B1... we sent out. Word came that none of the P-250s were working. We sent NC, NC, an Interco distress call. Our fingers were numb and slow and it became hard to send signals. Eventually we began sending SOS, which is sort of frowned upon for a navy ship. But we were sending everything: "Hey! Help! Wake up!" Two of us would flash the Iowa, others would flash the tugs and the ships moored on the waterfront, the McDonald's that we knew was behind the Mississinewa, everybody, and others would rest and stand by to take over signaling. After about 2 and a half hours, word came up to us that the lube oil leak was fixed and the we had both pumps supplying firehoses at the scene. For some miraculous reason, the boiler hadn't caught fire, and we were all spared what seemed like certain death. I mean, the boiler cooking off is the worst thing that can happen to a ship, besides the magazines blowing--and once the boiler goes, the keel goes, the magazines go, everything goes, and with a battleship and its amount of ordnance, you'd be looking at a mushroom cloud. A lube-oil leak happened on the Cunningham, and the boiler caught on fire, while we were moored in Norfolk, and though they succeeded in putting out the flames, that ship had to be retired because of the damage.

So we stood down, exhausted, amazed. Amazed at the fact that we were still alive, and at how ******* cold it was. It was right about then--about 0400--that a tugboat woke up the Iowa and they signaled back "C", charlie, "I see you, go ahead". Now, Interco and the Navy, like the FCC, forbid swearing in a broadcast. But now that we had power, we turned our regular searchlight on them and said "**** you!" before striking below and going back to bed.

Answer 8

I heard you almost got shot also but any way ya me to when I got neutered the doctor cut me pretty good

Answer 9

yes... one time i almost drowned and another time i almost got hit by a truck going rlly fast

Answer 10

I was in a falling elevator ... it only fell 3 floors in a 43 floor building, but it was scary as hell!