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My entire family was traveling down a dark road to a dinner this past Christmas Eve, when a white flash jumped out of nowhere and clipped the left headlight of our car. My dad (who was driving) managed to get the car under contol, and when we got outside, we found a lot of white fur wedged where the headlight and surrounding area was cracked. It was a deer.

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I wonder if anyone have had a near death experince. Today a car nearly hit the car i was in, he was on the wrong side of the road in over 100 mph. I dont think i have ever been so scared.

I have had four near death experiences.

 

1. I was pulling out of a resteraunt onto a residential highway. Before I pulled out onto the highway, there were no cars coming. Some psycho was gong about 65mph in a 30mph stretch, and rammed into my drivers side. Cop had him on radar, and sited him for speeding at endangering sppeds.

 

2. I was traveling on a back road with some friends to King Richards Faire, and some teen decided he was going to not yeild. He cut across my line to turn down a road. However, he pulled right out in front of my car. Dummy me didn't have a seatbelt on at the time. I smacked the windsheild. His car crumpled about 45% of the front of my car. Off duty cop was traveling right behind the teen, and he conversed with the cops that did showed up, and sited the teen for not yeilding.

 

3. At the age of sixteen, I fell off a zipline, and onto my back. The zipline was about two and a half stories high. It knocked the wind out of me.

 

4. I was about fifteen, and I owned a four wheeler. At the time, I used to live in what was the country of Mass. I and a friend were racing through a set of woods at high speed, and I was closthed lined off the bike by a set of thorns.

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Gah, glad you're OK after that near-accident.

 

I've been hit by a car before while riding my bike when I was 14 (and it was my fault--I ran a yield), thank goodness at a much lower speed.

It was not the highlight of my day. Fortunately, I wasn't hurt bad, though I did have to take a trip to the ER. I'm certainly more safety conscious after that, sometimes overly so, but I never want to repeat the experience ever again.

Jimbo and I have had some car accidents (none our fault), but nothing horrible. The scariest one was when a guy hit my car when I was 36 weeks pregnant with my youngest--I wasn't hurt, but I was very scared for the baby. The police took one look at my hugely pregnant self and my then-toddler son, and called the ambulance immediately. We got a ride on the bus with the red blinky lights, which my son loved (and I hated--backboards are incredibly uncomfortable. So is being 36 weeks pregant. The combination is even worse). "I got to see Real Firemen and ride in the ambulance!" was his story for several weeks after that. Jimbo and I were just relieved that everyone was OK. Even if I have a green light at an intersection, I always double check to make sure some idiot isn't running a red light.

I'm wearing out my guardian angel. :)

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Well, as someone who has ridden their bike to school for about four years now, I've had my fair share of accidents. One time (well, it happens quite frequently actually, though this time was scarier 'cause it was closer) some a-hole pulled out as I was crossing the street. Missed me by a hair's breadth. Then, they had the tenacity to give me the little wave, like "Oh, sorry, almost ran you over there. Hope you're alright." I flipped them the bird and sped off, just a little jumpy.

I actually got hit by a car, though it wasn't anyone's fault really. They were waiting to pull out from a shopping center, and were only looking one way--it's partially my fault because I was going against traffic, but partially there's because you ALWAYS LOOK BOTH WAYS--and I just so happened to ride right in front of them as they started to go. They obviously heard some metal scraping or finally saw me, and stopped. (And again, I got the little wave thing.)

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Last year I was 4-Wheeling on a narrow logging road, was going about 60, turned a corner to see a big ****ing logging truck coming at me doing about the same speed. I jammed on the brakes and made it into the 4 foot deep ditch just in time. The jerk didn't even stop. Had to use the winch to get out of the ditch and while doing so along came another logger who bitched at me for string a cable across the road. Man that pissed me off.

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hehehe... i was on my bmx in the woods near my house a couple o' years back, and there were all these jud ramps. down the side of the bridge foundations, and have a massive jump off a dirt pile. only someone (i.e me) had forgotten to take the rear stunt pegs off... they ended up hitting the side of the mud ramp, and next thing i know i wwake up 25 mins later with a brake lever stuck in my waist. all of my friends very helpfully standing around thinking "what should we do?" i do believe that's the closes i've ever been...

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I think it's when i was 12, december, snow and someones 45 degree driveway down to the road. Sledging from the top i got to the road and missed an approaching car, i stopped facing the right front tyre 1 inch away. Got grounded for two weeks. Best sledging ever.

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next thing i know i wwake up 25 mins later with a brake lever stuck in my waist. all of my friends very helpfully standing around thinking "what should we do?" i do believe that's the closes i've ever been...

 

[soapbox mode]

This is an excellent reason to take at least a first aid class. The reaction of your friends is extremely common--they weren't standing around because they felt like it, they were standing around because they were panicking and just didn't know what to do next, though they should have called 911/your country's equivalent. Being out for 25 minutes can indicate a serious head injury. They were just too embarrassed to tell you they were scared to death and didn't know what to do.

Whenever I stop at an emergency scene before the authorities arrive, there are people milling around confused about what to do next, because they are so scared about doing the wrong thing that they simply are unable to act. Once I start giving directions on what to do next, they'll do it very quickly and be extremely helpful.

Taking a first aid class gives people some tools to work with in an emergency situation, even if it's not much, to avoid that deer-caught-in-the-headlights reaction. It helps people know what are the right things to do in an emergency so they can do them with less fear. I prefer the advanced first aid courses to the most basic because you learn more techniques, but any class is beneficial.

I can't tell you emergencies won't be scary, because they are. There are certain emergencies that still scare me and make my heart race when I encounter them. And it does take time and experience to set that fear aside and keep working. However, the training helps, and so does remembering that it's the patient with the problem, and not you. :)

 

[soapbox mode on the benefits of taking a first aid class]

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Hmm.

 

Been in a few car crashes, but the nearest I've been to snuffing it would have to be my two big "scared straight" moments.

At 16 and the height of my "Rebel without a Brain" days, a friend and I decided at about 2am (on a variety of illegal chemicals) to steal a 5.0 Mustang from someone who had ripped us off earlier in the week. We pop the doors, leap in, hotwire the car, but one minor problem--the car was a stick shift, and neither of us knew how to work it. We manage to lurch about half a block down the street when suddenly, we heard "pop, pop, pop," and three little holes appeared through the windshield. We crane our necks around, and here's the guy who owned the car galloping along behind us firing a handgun wildly in our direction. So, "omigodomigodomigod" we're both frantically trying to shove the shifter into gear (those Mustang clutches are real beasts) and keep on the road as a 200lb East Indian drug dealer and gangster fires live ammo inches away from our heads. Finally we engage first gear and whizz around a few corners before screeching to a halt, and ditching the car, we haul our skinny, stoned and utterly terrified white butts away from the scene as fast as we could carry them. How I didn't take a dump in my pants, I'll never know.

The second one was a much more mundane and much less pleasant experience of overdosing at 17. Thus ended my "teenage wannabe gangster" days.

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When I was 12 I was standing on the coffee table in my living room, something you really shouldn't do in socks because I slipped sideways and fell onto the corner of the base of a stone statue, hit my head just above my left ear, felt really weird afterwards like an extremely painful headache and I really sick but not dizzy.

After about a minute of me slowly sitting up while clutching my bleeding head, I begin to throw up (and don't stop for a few hours) and bleed heavily out of my ear.

I call mum then an Ambulance, she gets home and freaks out, Ambulance takes us to the hospital me throwing up while trying to hold a huge wad of bandage on my ear all the way.

I wasn't there long before I was told I needed emergency surgery which at the time I thought was a bit much for a bump on the head, I must have been giddy because it turned out i'd had a brain hemorrhage. I woke up with a splitting headache and spent a few blurry days there afterwards.

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Ouch! Well, I'm not sure what to say. You never know when you're near death, especially in high speed vehicles. I don't think that I've had many dangerous injuries though. I've cracked my chin on a sink, sleded into a tree, stabbed myself with a screw driver, cut through my hand with grass, but those weren't near death experiences, luckily. I can't really remember any if any. Someone is always watching over me. Of course my friend has chased after me with a twenty foot pole before threatening to kill me. And he ran into me on a bike. And he made me fly of a trampoline. Ah friends. :)

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1 of many: I was 13, riding my bike paused in an alley opening to for a break and A Pickup truck towing a small trailer came barrelling down and ran me over and drug me a few feet until "he saw me in his driverside rearview mirror" so he says (mind you I was on the Passenger side being dragged.... I still have an indention on my ribs from when he hit his brakes. (No Offense to any), but I still wish I was big enough to beat that sorry Human Redneck back to his trailer.

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my sister was driving along the road in her car almost a year ago and didnt know the opposing lane didnt have a stop sign, i saw it and screamed 'mother****er!!!!!!!!!' thinking i was going to die as she drives in front of a ford 4x4 truck. fortunately my angels weren't off-duty that day. :joy: I lmao afterwords though.

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There are a few experiences that scared the crapola out of me. I must have slective memory on near death experiences. The only one I could remember was that I was like maybe seven or eight and I had a chihuahuha dog, my first dog. We were playing outside and this big dog comes in the yard, twice as big as me. He was growling the dog was growling and I was standing there demanding that the big dog go away (shoo, shoo). I was waving my hand to motion go away. I don't recall being scared but later I found out that I nearly gave my dad a heart attack.

There was one other and it could have been life threatening but it was more scary. I was on my own in Chicago for the first year of college and I was out walking. It was raining and I had to adjust something. I was standing under the eaves of a building when this strange guy shows up and starts getting really nosy. My first reaction was to lie which I did. I was scared but it didn't hit me until after when I got to my destination. I was lucky. A guardian angel helped me out of that.

That's all I have. The only one with true near death experiences is my brother and his guardian angel is working quadruple over time for him and he still hasn't learned. Teenagers *shakes head and rolls eyes*

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When i was about 13-14 i was riding my bike around town. I went to go through an intersection and didnt bother to stop and look. Needless to say i got hit by a car and passed out on impact. When I woke up about 10 minutes later i had paramedics crouching over me, getting me on a stretcher and passed out again. I woke up in the ER, where i stayed for about 5 hours. Luckily all i got was a concussion (sp?)

 

Later I was told by people that saw me get hit, that after getting hit i flew about 20 feet through the air and landed omn a parked car, bounced off and landed head first on the curb.

 

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Oh, and the woman that hit me wanted my parents to pay for the damage (which was slight) to her car. They ended up not having to though.

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@ JM12--I've lived in Chicago, and it has its share of wackos and nastiness. When a stranger wants to talk to a young woman who is alone, it's generally Very Bad--not just in Chicago, but anywhere. (shudders at the possibilities....)

 

@MachineCult and mimic666--yeah, you both made your guardian angels do some serious overtime. You both are extremely lucky that you didn't have more serious and permanent impairments.

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