Moments you've honestly feared for your life

[HalfInsane]

I've had a few moment like these myself, and was wondering if anyone else had. Maybe I'm just oddly panicky though. xD

So I think my worst one was when we had some roofers at my house to redo the shingles. And no, I don't have an illogical fear of roofers; the issue was that no one told me they were coming. So I got up that morning to get some breakfast and looked out the window. It was mostly dark out, and all I see is the outline of some stranger through the kitchen window... now naturally, I freak out, and to add to my panic, I see him pull something out of his pocket that looked to me like a knife. Now, I'm not sure if it really was a knife (they're probably good for something when roofing a house I'm sure) or if my mind was just messing with me, but that's what I saw. So my first thought is "Oh shit... this guy is going to kill me and my family and we're all doomed". I dropped to the floor and army crawled as quickly as possible to my sister's room where my mom and sisters were (my dad was at work at the time). I started screaming at them at that point, trying to tell them that a guy was outside our window and was going to kill us. Seeing as I was in hysterics, my mom screamed back at me. I took it as panic... actually she just needed me to hear her over my own screaming xD. But it only added to my fear... until she managed to calm me down long enough to say "Sweetie... I guess we forgot to tell you... but we're having the roof redone... that's a roofer". Laughter ensued, resulting in great amusement for my mom and siblings, whilst I contemplated a good place to dig a hole to crawl into and die.

So that's my story, anyone else got one?

[hoping]

When i was about 8 and my psychopathic cousin tried to kill me with a baseball bat.

[musicXowl]

when i was 2 i almost died becuase i had like mold or something growing in my lungs and none of the doctors could figure out what was wrong. but finally one of them did and i had my lungs scraped . so i lived
but i was to young to remember so i didnt really fear for my life but my parents did

[Maddy]

When I was seven or eight I was diagnosed with a genetic condition that affected my mother and grandmother really badly. My mum had had brain surgery a couple of years back, I didn't really understand what had happened, but I knew she'd been in hospital and she was in pain all the time and had to sleep a lot. I was certain I'd have to have surgery too and I really thought I was going to die.

[boarder25]

My dad had a seizure while driving the car down a windy mountain pass with a 300ft vertical cliff on the edge of the road with no guard rail.

The only reason I'm actually here is because my mom grabbed the wheel and drove us long enough until there was actually a guardrail to crash into.

[Lexington]

Superbowl Sunday, 2008.



Lex

[Jebs]

Yea. I've had one of these moments. I will remember it forever.

I was 15 over at my girlfriend's (at the time) house and we were having some fun. I was under the sheets, she was completely nude and her mom walks right in. Asks where I am, so I slide out of the sheets and just walked out right past her, half naked, before the shock wore off. So, I waited in the living room till her mom walked in (because I didn't have a car to get out of there and walking was out of the question) and started screaming at me. It was scary. The only thing I really learned from this is to lock doors.

[jony8472]

Ohh, I can think of a couple...

First, when I had swimming lessons, and a girl in the group held my head under the water - scary!!

Second, In China last year, crossing the + bus that didn't stop = REALLY scary!!

Third, A couple of years ago when I did horse riding, a horse got spooked and kicked me over and was running around - stepped on my arm but 'twas all good=)

Yehh, that's about it^o)

But you know what they say... What doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger

[otc877]

I was 8 or so and my parents had hired a babysitter to watch my brothers and me, and everything was going great until we hear a strange noise coming from the front door. Naturally we all assume it's a murderer who's going to kill us all. So we arm ourselves with whatever we could find and run into my parents room (mostly because it has a lock).

So, we're all sitting in my parents room listening intently to the strange noise coming from the door (it sounded like something was trying to claw it's way through, or as I imagined it, a murderer scratching their way through with a knife). We realized that the door was unlocked, but nobody wanted to go down there. The noise continued for 10 minutes or so until the babysitter finally went to investigate.

Turns out my neighbor's dog had gotten out and really wanted to see us.

[Psychedelic Bookmarks]

About 2 years ago I tried to eat about half a cake really quickly in one go for a film I was making. I had to do it in one take, so I couldn't stop. I shoved so much cake into my mouth, I actually thought I was going to die, I started retching and urgh - it wasn't pretty. Thankfully, I was fine, but it was absolutely horrid.

[Red87]

When this happened. Yeah, thats my truck after I got hit with a roadside bomb. Note severe window damage to the right side from fragments of the artillery round. I had my arm up against that window, and the window partially caved in, and the force from the impact caught my hand and one of my fingers was like, 3 times its normal size.

[Daniel]

1) I was in an ATV accident where the front wheels broke apart and went in opposite directions (falty piece) and it flipped over on top of me after crashing into a tree. My helmet was cracked down the middle and I had a concusion and bruised bones.

2) Horseback riding, a pheasant flew out from under my horse and spooked causing it to rear, I fell off but had my ankle caught in the stirup, the horse began to run with it's rear hoofs landing right next to my head, for about 20 meters before the leather on the stirup snapped and I rolled into a nice patch of Baby's Breath flowers. Luckily the horse stopped before it hurt itself with the saddle.

3) When one night after having snuck out of the house and on my way back, a good 3 kilometer walk, about half way home a car pulled up next to me and some guys were trying to get me into the car. I screamed, the drove off and I ran the rest of the way home. So now I don't walk.

[gayausdude]

When I was much younger, I was riding my motorbike (4 wheeler) around on the farm and I didnt see a metal rod sticking out of the end post of a grape vine.
Long story short I became aware of the metal rod after it went into my leg and got stuck through all the frame and steering of the motorbike.

I was sitting there with blood running down my leg thinking, well I guess this is it
an hour or 2 later my dad wondered where I was and came looking for me.
After a generator, an angle grinder, and many tears, I didnt die, I got to live
I remember it hurt alot, but its a distant memory. Still have the cool battlescar from it

[Poring]

Originally Posted by HalfInsane

I've had a few moment like these myself, and was wondering if anyone else had. Maybe I'm just oddly panicky though. xD

So I think my worst one was when we had some roofers at my house to redo the shingles. And no, I don't have an illogical fear of roofers; the issue was that no one told me they were coming. So I got up that morning to get some breakfast and looked out the window. It was mostly dark out, and all I see is the outline of some stranger through the kitchen window... now naturally, I freak out, and to add to my panic, I see him pull something out of his pocket that looked to me like a knife. Now, I'm not sure if it really was a knife (they're probably good for something when roofing a house I'm sure) or if my mind was just messing with me, but that's what I saw. So my first thought is "Oh shit... this guy is going to kill me and my family and we're all doomed". I dropped to the floor and army crawled as quickly as possible to my sister's room where my mom and sisters were (my dad was at work at the time). I started screaming at them at that point, trying to tell them that a guy was outside our window and was going to kill us. Seeing as I was in hysterics, my mom screamed back at me. I took it as panic... actually she just needed me to hear her over my own screaming xD. But it only added to my fear... until she managed to calm me down long enough to say "Sweetie... I guess we forgot to tell you... but we're having the roof redone... that's a roofer". Laughter ensued, resulting in great amusement for my mom and siblings, whilst I contemplated a good place to dig a hole to crawl into and die.

So that's my story, anyone else got one?

hahaha! Thats hilarious! Well, at least you got out alive to live another day protecting your family from dem pesky roofers!

The rest of you guys though.. really scary. Thank God you/we're all still alive!

[beckyg]

Oh a few times.....

I almost drowned when I was 3. I was floating on a log with some teenagers. No life jacket and we tipped. I remember being under water for a long time trying to get up to the top until my Dad jumped in to get me. My very cruel uncles knew how scared I was of the water after that and always thought it to be funny to throw me in water over my head.

Then there was the time that I went on a carnival ride with my aunt. It was one of those that are in a cage and they go upside down. Well somehow we either put the seat restraint on wrong or it was malfunctioning. Either way I wasn't buckled in right on that thing. I was terrified until we came to a complete stop. Luckily we were in control of whether it went upside down or not.

When my kids were little I was taking medication for a sinus infection and fell asleep at the wheel. We rolled 1.5 times.

The most recent was this past week when I was having chest pain for 3 hours.

[sexyalex]

scared?

FEARFUL FOR YOUR LIFE?! you don't know the meaning

It's soo funny that something so little can draw soo much negative energy, but it's my fault for lusting at guys.(though i lust at no one here).

but before i get to that tale, lets start with the car acident, the October 23, 2007 accident. It was the same time i got a scholarship from the government of Jamaica but i needed refrence from a JP(Justice of the Peace), MP(Member of Parliment) or my religous leader to confirm it. I was just leaving chruch when i received my letter, and my last confession; and a thorow blessing from sister Marie Joanes(caretaker of church garden and nun), and on our way home on the highway (i know, they call it a highway but it always got traffic) where in the midts of stiff heavy traffic a truck overtaking a car behind my mom's car, could not find it's breaks(air break truck) and when i say truck i am being decent...

cuz this was a fkin gas trailer with God knows how many gallons of petrol it had carrying. It slammed into my mom's car, and my mom's car was forced up under a city bus(and those here are big). If anyone here are familier with cars and knows what a Honda Fit looks like, they would understand how small the car is to the size of the two vechiles infront and behind us. It was like, wrapped alumina foil with us being the sadwhich in the middle. -cries- lucky for me i came out alive, with only a whiplash and i loss my sight for 3 days because of how hard i slaped my head on the dashboard. My mom, my mom is the only 54 year old woman i know (appart from madonna) who people told her she looked younger than my oldest sister; my mom never wore nothing less than 6 inch heels to work...till that accident. She can never wear heels again(she gave away her shoes to charity, and they were really good shoes). My mom got 2 broken ribs, one which is not healed as yet, whipe lash to the shoulder and her hip slipeed out of place. My baby neice who was in the back? she never even survived. I don't know how it looked like, but i was told there was blood squirting out everywhere and i don't disbeleive. She was soo badly crushed they coudln't even keep an open casket funeral. And that SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME! Cuz i am the one usually sitting in the backseat and i would HAVE been sitting in the backseat if my mom had given that other lady at church a drive home. Lucky, faith has a way of teaching us lessons, it turns out the woman never needed my mom to drive her home, she had a new bf who was comming for her which means no visitors...i can have the front seat.

oh. the car. The car was written off and the insurance company said nothing could have been done 4 it.In fact, since that accident, my mom vowed never to drive a small vechile again. As if a SUV would have made things better

Now, the msot frightful of them all. This day made me impervious to pain. This DAAAY, was the day i emancipated myself and knew it was definetly not my time to die(i mean besides the noobish suicide attempts) Well I grew my hair, long enough to cornrow it into shoulder length braids and i permed my hair. I straigned it, and placed in red-brunette highlights. The hairstyle was undiscribable. It was firece and it was sexy. Many girls at my school who had chemically straightened hair asked me what was my secret to treating my hair cuz they found it really soft, shiny and bouncy and all i would do is laugh. Well, it seems as my hairdo was catching up with me. There was a period of time i had to walk to& from school and this was before my mom got her new SUV. At this time i knew very little of the dangers of the streets or how much school gangs were linked to larger natorious gangs in Jamaica AAND international. The crips? origniated from LA? i had no idea that they had a crips movement in my school, IN THE JUNIOR YEAR TOO! (at that time i was senior) and I had no idea how popular i was(i mean i am just ur average next door male, stay out of sight, try to excell in class but don't tak to anyone). There were second and first year boys from my school, who told other boys of other schools in Kingston about me (cuz my hairstyle quote and quote looked gay) and they did plot for me. But that's not why i said i had no idea i was that popular.

So anyways, it was around feb this year. around the same time word got out about me and i was offline for a couple weeks. I remeber a couple of u guys from EC writting me at that time wondering what was going on. Well i tried to stay as much as i could in the school counclors office but the real trouble was not in school, it was outside school. After leaving school one day, my cosuin, 2 friends, one guy and myself were close to approch a lonely corner(but a shortcut) to the bustop where we wait for a bus home. As we bent the corner, a couple of kids were there grouped up talking. We just ignored them and let it slide. We realised they started following us and we started running. Then about 4 others backed us up around the corner(like they were waiting 4 us) and they drew knives at us. The guy who i was walking with? he ran....my cosuin and the 2 other girls. one of the girls ran with the guy and i was responsible for 2 girls(most naturally) so i toughted up my voice and asked what was going on. they said they heard i ws a faggot and they r ridding the country of them. so i told him to get out my face(his breath really did stink) and he spat in my face. If you knew, how angry, how scared, how affraid i was, u would understand where the courage came from. I did sack it to him and got other multiple stab wonds from the other guys but it was enough deversion for my cosuin and her friend to get away and i am a tracks athlete so i managed to run them all out. The guy who I fought, came back to school the following day and said he was going to kill me(my dad started pciking me up from school anyway) but that never worried me for long. Cuz it was that same day on his way home he got hit buy a bus and the following day our headmaster was like"students i have some horrible news". I ended up reading at his funeral which kept in the school chapel(cuz i was headboy) and even if it killed me, i made sure to get the rare black rose which costed me over 1000 just for one...and i droped it at his grave. Apparently he was the gang leader and no one else bothered me after, except there were roumers going around that i was a performer of witchcraft but who gives a shit what they say huh?

all i know, ever since those 2 incidents. I started being addicted to horror movies, think really dark thoughts and (some of u may know i am diabetic) i used to hate taking insuline. hahaha, now, i actually love sticking myself ......


well that's my story to tell.

[HalfInsane]

Wow, yeah, those are pretty scary... mostly posted mine because it was funny. Thank god everyone was okay.

I think my actual closest time to really dying though, would have to be when we were traveling to my aunt and uncle's house. We were driving past a logging road in our truck, when a logging truck came flying out from it. The driver was speeding to an excessive degree, and not only did he only miss our truck by a few inches, but the whole thing tipped and was riding on the one set of wheels nearest to us for a few seconds. We all figured it was going to fall on us and crush us. The only damage to our truck, however, was from a rock that flew through the windshield that had flown off the logging truck.

Another one where there was no risk of me really dying was when I had a lower respiratory infection and my parents had left me home along for the first time (I was 9). Because of the infection, I ended up coughing up blood from my lungs during that period of time. And yes, it was lovely. But anyways, I didn't know that would happen, and I figured I was going to die and my parents would come home to find me collapsed on the floor. xD

[beckyg]

Originally Posted by sexyalex

scared?

FEARFUL FOR YOUR LIFE?! you don't know the meaning

It's soo funny that something so little can draw soo much negative energy, but it's my fault for lusting at guys.(though i lust at no one here).

but before i get to that tale, lets start with the car acident, the October 23, 2007 accident. It was the same time i got a scholarship from the government of Jamaica but i needed refrence from a JP(Justice of the Peace), MP(Member of Parliment) or my religous leader to confirm it. I was just leaving chruch when i received my letter, and my last confession; and a thorow blessing from sister Marie Joanes(caretaker of church garden and nun), and on our way home on the highway (i know, they call it a highway but it always got traffic) where in the midts of stiff heavy traffic a truck overtaking a car behind my mom's car, could not find it's breaks(air break truck) and when i say truck i am being decent...

cuz this was a fkin gas trailer with God knows how many gallons of petrol it had carrying. It slammed into my mom's car, and my mom's car was forced up under a city bus(and those here are big). If anyone here are familier with cars and knows what a Honda Fit looks like, they would understand how small the car is to the size of the two vechiles infront and behind us. It was like, wrapped alumina foil with us being the sadwhich in the middle. -cries- lucky for me i came out alive, with only a whiplash and i loss my sight for 3 days because of how hard i slaped my head on the dashboard. My mom, my mom is the only 54 year old woman i know (appart from madonna) who people told her she looked younger than my oldest sister; my mom never wore nothing less than 6 inch heels to work...till that accident. She can never wear heels again(she gave away her shoes to charity, and they were really good shoes). My mom got 2 broken ribs, one which is not healed as yet, whipe lash to the shoulder and her hip slipeed out of place. My baby neice who was in the back? she never even survived. I don't know how it looked like, but i was told there was blood squirting out everywhere and i don't disbeleive. She was soo badly crushed they coudln't even keep an open casket funeral. And that SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME! Cuz i am the one usually sitting in the backseat and i would HAVE been sitting in the backseat if my mom had given that other lady at church a drive home. Lucky, faith has a way of teaching us lessons, it turns out the woman never needed my mom to drive her home, she had a new bf who was comming for her which means no visitors...i can have the front seat.

oh. the car. The car was written off and the insurance company said nothing could have been done 4 it.In fact, since that accident, my mom vowed never to drive a small vechile again. As if a SUV would have made things better

Now, the msot frightful of them all. This day made me impervious to pain. This DAAAY, was the day i emancipated myself and knew it was definetly not my time to die(i mean besides the noobish suicide attempts) Well I grew my hair, long enough to cornrow it into shoulder length braids and i permed my hair. I straigned it, and placed in red-brunette highlights. The hairstyle was undiscribable. It was firece and it was sexy. Many girls at my school who had chemically straightened hair asked me what was my secret to treating my hair cuz they found it really soft, shiny and bouncy and all i would do is laugh. Well, it seems as my hairdo was catching up with me. There was a period of time i had to walk to& from school and this was before my mom got her new SUV. At this time i knew very little of the dangers of the streets or how much school gangs were linked to larger natorious gangs in Jamaica AAND international. The crips? origniated from LA? i had no idea that they had a crips movement in my school, IN THE JUNIOR YEAR TOO! (at that time i was senior) and I had no idea how popular i was(i mean i am just ur average next door male, stay out of sight, try to excell in class but don't tak to anyone). There were second and first year boys from my school, who told other boys of other schools in Kingston about me (cuz my hairstyle quote and quote looked gay) and they did plot for me. But that's not why i said i had no idea i was that popular.

So anyways, it was around feb this year. around the same time word got out about me and i was offline for a couple weeks. I remeber a couple of u guys from EC writting me at that time wondering what was going on. Well i tried to stay as much as i could in the school counclors office but the real trouble was not in school, it was outside school. After leaving school one day, my cosuin, 2 friends, one guy and myself were close to approch a lonely corner(but a shortcut) to the bustop where we wait for a bus home. As we bent the corner, a couple of kids were there grouped up talking. We just ignored them and let it slide. We realised they started following us and we started running. Then about 4 others backed us up around the corner(like they were waiting 4 us) and they drew knives at us. The guy who i was walking with? he ran....my cosuin and the 2 other girls. one of the girls ran with the guy and i was responsible for 2 girls(most naturally) so i toughted up my voice and asked what was going on. they said they heard i ws a faggot and they r ridding the country of them. so i told him to get out my face(his breath really did stink) and he spat in my face. If you knew, how angry, how scared, how affraid i was, u would understand where the courage came from. I did sack it to him and got other multiple stab wonds from the other guys but it was enough deversion for my cosuin and her friend to get away and i am a tracks athlete so i managed to run them all out. The guy who I fought, came back to school the following day and said he was going to kill me(my dad started pciking me up from school anyway) but that never worried me for long. Cuz it was that same day on his way home he got hit buy a bus and the following day our headmaster was like"students i have some horrible news". I ended up reading at his funeral which kept in the school chapel(cuz i was headboy) and even if it killed me, i made sure to get the rare black rose which costed me over 1000 just for one...and i droped it at his grave. Apparently he was the gang leader and no one else bothered me after, except there were roumers going around that i was a performer of witchcraft but who gives a shit what they say huh?

all i know, ever since those 2 incidents. I started being addicted to horror movies, think really dark thoughts and (some of u may know i am diabetic) i used to hate taking insuline. hahaha, now, i actually love sticking myself ......


well that's my story to tell.

Alex was your niece in a carseat? Are carseats required in Jamaica? That made me cry. It sounds like you could all have been easily killed but my heart breaks for your little niece. My sister-in-law is horrible about putting her 4 year old in a car seat. She makes me very angry. I've been tempted to call the police and have them pull her over and give her a big fat fine because she just doesn't listen. She's so stubborn. We all tell her all the time how important it is. She comes back with "I never sat in a carseat when I was little!"

You be careful in Jamaica. You have a mouth Alex. Don't let it get you in trouble. I love ya!

[Miaplacidus]

April 1999. I was in the hospital due to a systemic allergic reaction to ipratropium bromide (commercial name Airomir(TM)). My pulse was at 210 beats per minute and I couldn't breathe, so I was put in oxygen and bombed with corticosteroids for a week. I ended up gaining 40 pounds in a week due to the treatment.

[Red87]

Hmm.. I can't edit my previous post, but the picture link didn't work.

Anyway, this is my truck after I got hit by a roadside bomb. I've been hit before, but this one really shook me up because I actually got slightly injured from it.