'sup, Facepunchers. I was just lying in bed, thinking about how awesome and heroic I am, when I started wondering... Are any of you people heroes?
Me, well.. T'was a cold November afternoon. I had just bought Battlefield 3 two days previously, and was heading home on the bus. The weather was pretty shit, not rainy, but grey and foggy and cold. Got off the bus. In front of me, some girl around my age walks out. Don't pay it much attention, just kinda droning my way home for some sweet, sweet BF3'ing. Suddenly, I hear a loud thud and a car breaking hard, look to my side, and see the girl lying in the middle of the road. Crap. Throw my bag on the pavement and sprint out, stopping traffic and shit before getting down to the girl, checking her head and neck. She's screaming like all fuck, by now. Which, by the way, is a good sign. Means she's alive and well, all things considered. Ask her if her neck or back hurts, she says no, so I check up on her legs. Her right leg seems fine, she says it hurts, which, again, is a good sign. If the leg hurts, she can feel it. The left leg, on the other hand. Complete fucking fucked up, twisted 180 degrees around and dangling.. Craptacular. I get some guy watching from the sidelines hailed over, tell him to grab her under her arms while I take her legs, making sure to keep the fucked one steady as we carry her over, laying her on the sidewalk (I know you normally shouldn't move people like this, but this is a main road and traffic was all sorts of heavy). She starts complaining about how she probably strained her left ankle, and I am quick to agree. "Yeah, it's-.. It's most likely strained. Maybe broken, though it doesn't look so bad..". Needless to say, this was a lie. Upon closer inspection, the leg was torn off by the lower shin, bone sticking out and thick, purple, yougurthy blood seeping through her pants. But hey, if she thinks it's strained, let her think that. The truth will just make her panic. So I get that leg elevated and keep some pressure on it, give the girl my jacket, have her call her caretaker who lives just down the road while someone else calls an ambulance, staying with her until that ambulance and police arrives so I can give my story of what I saw happening.
Met the girl just the other day. She's doing fine. By some manner of fuckin' magic miracles, her leg got reattatched and works fine now.
I have a story or two more, but that's like, the most serious one, I think.
Saved a fly from a bucket of water. Poor fella was about to drown. I placed him ontop of my index finger, we stared at eachother. He kept staring at me for a moment before flying off.
Purple, youghurty blood sounds so fucking odd.
Wasn't blood made in red bone marrow tissue? Those are usually located in thicker bones like legbones, so it should be explainable 'purplish' blood shows up if her leg got nearly torn off.
[QUOTE=Recurracy;35552015]Purple, youghurty blood sounds so fucking odd.
Wasn't blood made in red bone marrow tissue? Those are usually located in thicker bones like legbones, so it should be explainable 'purplish' blood shows up if her leg got nearly torn off.[/QUOTE]
I'm no doctor, so I don't know what it is. I just know something thick, sickly purple stuff leaked out of where her foot was supposed to be.
I stopped someone from being bullied big time.
T'sit.
I caught a Pit Bull that got off of it's leash yesterday.
A bunch of dames came up to me and thanked me.
I stopped one of my friends from committing suicide one time.
That's pretty much it.
Pushed my brother out of the way of MANY cars, but the funniest was when I had to actually dive and save him from a 3 wheeled car. The driver actually got out and couldn't help but laugh with us.
I prevented several people I didn't really know from commiting suicide and "ended" a girl's drug addiction.*
IIRC I also saved some kid from drowning.
I was in a store getting robbed two years ago. Tripped the dude who was stealing shit up. Was awesome. The police thanked me, too.
Other than that i saved a load of Ladybirds from a Web.
So, another story of mine.
Out smoking weed (Really, weed is crap. Don't do it, kids, drinking is WAY cooler. Fuck weed. If you smoke that shit, quit it and pick up drinking. If you don't, don't smoke it, pick up drinking instead.) and drinking beer with a bunch of friends the Thursday before the previously mentioned Friday. One friend in particular got really fucked up along the way, and me, being the least high-drunk one of us, had to babysit him. First, he climbed some sort of statue and I had to yank him down from there. Then he went into the back room of a McDonalds, and I had to yank him out from there, by now holding him firmly by the arm. After a while, he got himself wiggled away and started running. This little Swedish-looking asshole fucking ran away. Towards a three-lane highway. At high speed. Naturally, I gave chase. That's 80 kilograms of strong, Danish awesomeness after some 55 kilos of Swedish scrawniness. 10-15 metres from the road, I catch him. In flight. Full body slam. His head hits the tarmac. Seems to crack open. Blood everywhere. So I panic. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck i killed that Swedish faggot oh crap oh shit. Then he starts laughing. Pretty hysterically. Picture shows pretty much how it looked:
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That... Didn't help on my own freaking out. Somewhere along the lines, someone else got a cap called and we got to the hospital. He needed fourteen stitches to get his face back together. But hey, at least I didn't let the damn idiot run into a three-lane highway...
Saved the world from aliens.
Some 3 months ago I was going out with some friends on a calm Friday night. We were just about to go home when a mate of mine (drunk sideways out of his skull) had to take a piss against a nearby tree. Considering he could barely stand I decided to stay back in case he would die right there and then. The rest would go ahead and buy the train tickets for the ride home.
While waiting for my friend to do his thing I notice a girl about a year the younger walk briskly, she's almost running, toward me and my friend. I thought nothing of it and continued waiting for my mate. The girl, however, shouted something at us and only then did I notice she was being followed by two guys.
I curse my friend for being way too pissed to help out and move toward the girl and ask her what's going on. Before she can tell me anything one of the guys shouts something I cannot remember. They keep shouting while they continue walking towards the girl and now me aswell.
I have no idea what's going on but my gut's telling me something's pretty far off. I try to calm the guys down and ask what the blazes is going on. Around this point one of the guys pulls out a knife, not a very big knife but still pretty sharp by the looks of it, and starts to point it at the girl.
Although not keen on getting stabbed I put myself between the knife and the girl. I remember thinking something along the lines of "Well, I'm about to find out just how much it hurts when you get stabbed.". The guys were both around 5'8'' while I'm 6'6'' myself, so I had that advantage. We're all standing there; the girl sobbing, the guys shouting and me looking at the knifeman.
For what felt like hours we all stood there. After some seconds (or so I think) the two guys back off, still shouting at the girl and me, and run across the street and disappear around a corner. I turn around to see how the girl is doing and find her sitting in the fetal position, sobbing like crazy. I ask her what the hell was going on and she tells me they were some guys who wouldn't leave her alone at some club. We call the police to press charges against the two. After we've both given our testimony I get a ride back home from the police (I missed the last train home) and think about how close I was to possibly dying just then.
Thinking back on it I still get an overdose of adrenaline. In the end the police never found out who those two guys were but I got a new friend out of the whole ordeal, so that counts for something.
A year or so back, I was on my way to class. I was just walking. This is like the OP's story, except it wasn't as bad (but still bad). The way to class is just a 2-lane road, with speeds of 55 or so miles per hour. I didn't realize what was going to happen, and me being in the right place at the right time might have saved someone's life, or at least kept them from dying.
Anyways, I can remember it pretty well. It was a really bright sunny day. Not a single cloud in the sky. This was at about 9 or 10 AM, because I'd slept through my alarm. My building was about a mile away from my house. I heard a very loud screeching noise and a bang behind me. I turned around and saw a car that was smashed into a utility pole. It was a grey sedan. You know, the nice-looking 4 door Hyundais? I think it was a Sonata. The whole front end was spewing out smoke and the windshield wipers were still moving. I didn't know what to do. I quickly ran there, that being my first instinct. Everybody kept driving by, but a guy in an SUV stopped a little bit ahead of me and got out of his car. He was about 40 or so.
Me and him didn't even talk. All we did was try to pry open the door (which was easier than we had thought). The passenger side door was in (relatively) good condition, so we opened it. I didn't know how old she was. She was pretty young. Maybe 30 or so. She had blond hair and she had on a pink blouse and khaki pants. She was still conscious, and the airbags inside were steaming. Her face was bloody. It was running out of her lips and from her nose, and somewhere on her head because her hair was sticking to her bloody forehead. I felt like I was going to be sick, but both of us knew that we had to get her out of the car. She didn't make a noise and she looked so out of it.
With both of us leaning in the car, there wasn't much room. I was being pressed into the dashboard. He grabbed her by the arm and I unbuckled her seatbelt. Both of us pulled on her as gently as we could. With a lot of work, we got her out of the car. She started crying, and he tried to calm her while I called 911.
I waited on the line, and they said they were sending paramedics. The man and I carried her out of the car and put her on the sidewalk. Cars were now stopping for us. I took off my hoodie and started applying pressure to her head like the man told me to do. She was shaking, and she was sweating. In 10 minutes or so, a police car rolled up, and an ambulance came. They were about 2 minutes apart. I was thanked by the paramedics, and they asked me what my name was, and the policeman asked me what happened. I gave him a summary. Then the man was pulled aside to talk to them as well. Unsure of what to do, I stood there.
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I later found out that she was in diabetic shock. I had skipped class that day so I could go home and cry. I don't know what it was, but I cried. I laid in my bed like a baby and cried.
[QUOTE=hear me purr;35552686]A year or so back, I was on my way to class. I was just walking. This is like the OP's story, except it wasn't as bad (but still bad). The way to class is just a 2-lane road, with speeds of 55 or so miles per hour. I didn't realize what was going to happen, and me being in the right place at the right time might have saved someone's life, or at least kept them from dying.
Anyways, I can remember it pretty well. It was a really bright sunny day. Not a single cloud in the sky. This was at about 9 or 10 AM, because I'd slept through my alarm. My building was about a mile away from my house. I heard a very loud screeching noise and a bang behind me. I turned around and saw a car that was smashed into a utility pole. It was a grey sedan. You know, the nice-looking 4 door Hyundais? I think it was a Sonata. The whole front end was spewing out smoke and the windshield wipers were still moving. I didn't know what to do. I quickly ran there, that being my first instinct. Everybody kept driving by, but a guy in an SUV stopped a little bit ahead of me and got out of his car. He was about 40 or so.
Me and him didn't even talk. All we did was try to pry open the door (which was easier than we had thought). The passenger side door was in (relatively) good condition, so we opened it. I didn't know how old she was. She was pretty young. Maybe 30 or so. She had blond hair and she had on a pink blouse and khaki pants. She was still conscious, and the airbags inside were steaming. Her face was bloody. It was running out of her lips and from her nose, and somewhere on her head because her hair was sticking to her bloody forehead. I felt like I was going to be sick, but both of us knew that we had to get her out of the car. She didn't make a noise and she looked so out of it.
With both of us leaning in the car, there wasn't much room. I was being pressed into the dashboard. He grabbed her by the arm and I unbuckled her seatbelt. Both of us pulled on her as gently as we could. With a lot of work, we got her out of the car. She started crying, and he tried to calm her while I called 911.
I waited on the line, and they said they were sending paramedics. The man and I carried her out of the car and put her on the sidewalk. Cars were now stopping for us. I took off my hoodie and started applying pressure to her head like the man told me to do. She was shaking, and she was sweating. In 10 minutes or so, a police car rolled up, and an ambulance came. They were about 2 minutes apart. I was thanked by the paramedics, and they asked me what my name was, and the policeman asked me what happened. I gave him a summary. Then the man was pulled aside to talk to them as well. Unsure of what to do, I stood there.
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I later found out that she was in diabetic shock. I had skipped class that day so I could go home and cry. I don't know what it was, but I cried. I laid in my bed like a baby and cried.[/QUOTE]
Wow, that does sound quite nasty... When I helped that girl, I kinda didn't think, I just ran on my (Not even kidding) America's Army game medic course knowledge together with my sexy, commanding voice and stern decision-making. Most of the people who stopped and stared, doing fuck all, had actual first aid training. Because at least where I'm from, that's a requirement for getting a driver's license. But they didn't do shit, 'cept for the one guy who helped me carry and call the ambulance.
Saved a cat inside of a generator.
So i thought.
Was like 10 years old.
Once, in Operation Metro Spamquest I ran right to the middle of the ticket hall with my defibrillators out and revived a teammate. He thanked me and got killed by a frag round.
I saved one of my neighbors exotic birds form drowning in the neighborhood swimming pool.
The wings were clipped so it couldn't fly but as we were trying to sneak up on it, it bolted into the pool
and just fell into it. I'm kinda just a natural animal person so instead of waiting for it to wad over to the edge of the swimming pool i just dived in there with all of my stuff still in my pockets and retrieved the bird. As i came out, i went into my pockets to take out my phone and see if it still worked, but it was short circuted.
However as a kind gesture, the neighbor that had the bird gave me money the buy myself a replacement phone. It all worked out in the end.
I climbed a pretty tall tree this one time.
Stopped one of my friends getting run over..
I gave my sandvich to a medic with low HP.
i never really did anything "heroic" but i talked one of my coworkers out of killing himself once
I threw a cat at somebody once
that's about it
Helped an old lady cross the road.
[b]WITHOUT GETTING A BADGE[/b]
[QUOTE=Cone;35554676]I threw a cat at somebody once
that's about it[/QUOTE]
also I went cold turkey on the shit metal I used to listen to and I guess that was difficult
I slayed a dragon and became immortal because of my great deeds.
I convinced a girl to leave her abusive boyfriend without having any intention of banging her. That's probably the best I can offer this thread.
Once my little brother of 3 fell into a river, I jumped in after him and pulled him out. The river wasn't ver deep but I was so terrified.
I'm not a hero, but I know one. I broke up with my girlfriend of 3 years last week. Her best friend called me a few days after it happened and all I could think was 'oh shit, he's going to give me such a grilling for ending the relationship and ask all these questions etc'. So not wanting to deal with that conversation I didn't answer. The next day he pulls up outside my house and knocks on the front door, 'Right, lets have it out then' I think.
I open the door and imminently tell him 'I'm not in the mood to talk' and 'leave right now'. He doesn't say a word, just walks down the path, gets in his car and leaves. Later I'm walking the streets of the nearest village, just trying to clear my head and so on. A group of four chavs are walking in my direction (you can see where this is going).
One of them calls me a rude word. I'm not in the best of mood so I punch him in the face (I know I shouldn't of but I didn't care). Now I'd like to tell you that I did that to the other three went home and slept like a baby, but I didn't. Before I know what's going on I'm on the floor getting kicked and punched by all four of them.
To my surprise the beating stops. I look up and there is my now ex-girlfriend's best friend and a couple of other people chasing off the four chavs. Turns out they were in the pub across the way and saw what happened. He asks if I'm okay and takes me home, on the way back he doesn't say a word.
A few days later I get a voice mail from one of my mates, I listen to it and notice I have another in my inbox. Remember that phone call I didn't answer? 'Hey man, just calling to see if you're okay. I know break ups are rough. If you ever need someone to talk to I'm always around to listen, I'll miss seeing you guys together!'.
This from my ex-girlfriend's best friend. That man right there, a man who has every right to hate me after what I put his best friend through. Rushes to my rescue, backs me up in a fight, comes to my house to see if I'm okay and still wants to know me. That man right there, he is a hero.
saved my fellow siblings and me; we were stuck in an abusive home ever since my little sister was born. I have a sister and two half brothers.
my mom was coming down on my brother just hitting him and shit, at the time he was about 9 or 10 and I waaaas--- 15 or 16. So I came in and just PUSHED her fucking shit into the wall, and told her this was the last straw. (I was a pussy back then, she had me whipped, so this was a huge step for me. Seeing her come down on my brother like that struck a nerve)
soon after I gathered the kids and we went to the neighbor's, called the cops, and other family members to tell what happened. No one was aware this had been happening for years.
A few years later, here we are; living with my step father (my brothers' father), happy and safe. My sister, however, was having a bit of problems so she lives with my granny. Everything is a lot better now.
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