Close calls you had - General

When I was about 10 or something, I was sledding at a hill near my school. I decided to slide off the ramp that some kids made earlier and flew over a snow barrier down a hill full of trees and proceeded to do several somersaults down the hill. When I finally hit flat ground, I looked to my side and noticed that there was a big sharp rock about 2 inches from my head.

I almost got t-boned by another car two years ago. The fucker ignored that I had the right of way

I stepped out in front of a car today due to last day of school, being drunk, and having to spray the passengers with water, but they never stop at the parking lot, so I began making them stop so others could go grab 'em. This one fucker sped up instead of stopping, even though he had about a hundred metres of straight road where I was standing in the middle to halt him. Asshole. Oh, and I was an idiot too. Blame it on getting my warface on while drunk.

Phone stopped ringing as soon as I was at the bottom of the staircase. Seriously, now. when I was much younger - around 8 - I was in school, and I put my nose against a plug socket. I could hear this little high pitched noise grow in pitch rather quickly, and it was only at the second time the teacher shouted at me I backed away from it.

About a week ago, when i was riding my bike, i was near the traffic lights (which was yellow to red), but not so close, and i dont know why , but the car near me drove his car toward me(right), so unconsciously i ride my bike to ride too, and i hit a car, which was parked in front of a cafe. Car was fucking EXPENSIVE as hell. Because of hit , side mirror of car broke(really broke not fold) and there was really big white scratch on car's door. I understood that, it isn't the type of damage that i can repair with my student savings. I saw that owner of car(really big guy) is coming to me and screaming as hell. I knew that if he caught me, he would beat shit out of me. I dont know how to describe that, but this cafe was kind of VIP type, and in my country nearly all VIPs got gun always with them(corruption, corruption all over old USSR). I dont think that i ever had a kind of ADRENALINE in my blood, i dont know how, but i got passed between cars, and crossed road(full of car) on the RED LIGHT. Im not taking my bike to outside to ride again, because i was really afraid, and im still in the shock. And all of this happened on 3-4 seconds, but i felt it like minutes. after that day, i understood that how lucky i am!

I almost died due to chocking. It was in the hospital a few weeks ago. They first had to use a shit ton of propofol (Or how it's called, It's an anestethic) and when I was asleep, They had to get a stomach probe into my stomach through my nose. When that happened, I almost got chocked to death and they couldn't do much anymore. Oxygen level below 60%. I was on the edge of going in a coma too. They finally got it in and got intubated or something. (tube into my lungs). And well... Here I am, Alive and well luckly.

When I was three, I ran into a sharp ass counter at a store and my head split open. Guess my mom came running because of that. I still have a tiny bit of the scar.

Just now I was in the car with a mate and he nearly went down the wrong way on a dual carriageway.

My bike steering was jammed and I ended up into a metal pole with my head first. The helmet were broken in half.

[QUOTE=fritzel;35978474]I ran over a baby.[/QUOTE] How the in the fuckness happened?

I was 6 and my bro who was 9 or 10 at the time, was playing darts with his friend and I decided "I need to go over there. I'll just walk infront of them.", his friend threw a dart as I was walking infront of them and nearly got a dart to the face.

Almost died in a car crash. Some lady crashed into us and almost sent the car tumbling off an overpass. We were like, inches away from that and there was some strange shit leaking out of the car that they still haven't been able to clean up. It's been like 8 or 9 years now :v:

this isn't me but my bigger brother (the one who almost caught me wanking), well anyway we were on a holiday to Europe and England and in London my brother decided it would be smart to lock his passport in the safe at the hotel, so we then head off for Sheffield to visit cousins and at the stopoff for the night in Birmingham he noticed he forgot his passport and told a staff member and the staff member went and got it for him and dropped it off at Manchester Hilton(just about in every country we stayed in a Hilton), luckily he got the passport and went off to Germany without too much trouble

You might want to sit back and grab some popcorn, because I have a few stories. When I was just a little kid, I was viciously attacked and almost killed by a cat. I now have a permanent scar on my head that you can only see when my hair is short enough. Another time, when I lived in the country, a man a few houses down started burning trash on the dry grass in his backyard. It was a pretty unusually hot week. Anyways, his bonfire of burning trash started inching towards my house (Did I mention it was slightly windy that day as well?) just spreading like wild-fire through the dry grass. It decided to skip every other house and started a fire at mine. Burning the house, trapping me and my family inside of it. It came from the side of the house that my room was in. My room was at the back left of the house and took the full force of the blaze. In the end my fucking Shark brand bike still survived it in my closet. Durable piece of shit. Lastly, at my biological dad's house, the dog I grew up knowing was no longer a puppy, and I just couldn't hold my excitement, hugging the dog named Scooby. He then grabbed a hold of my cheek and started shaking me back and forth, until my cheek eventually gave way and ripped off. I went into shock and was rushed into the emergency room. The doctor asked what kind of dog it was, and my dad replied that it was a Rottwieler and Great Dane mix. He then replied that out of all odds that I was lucky to be alive and that I should have been dead. I now wear the permanant scar from that encounter on my cheek as proof of the event. I honestly have seen Death and spit him in his face.

I was joking around with my friends, and my friend asks me "Can you do a backflip?" and I'm like "Sure as hell I can". My friend was going to punch me in the kidney while I was prepping, but I caught his fist out of pure luck and chance. Fucker.

[QUOTE=Jarrod;35983170]How the in the fuckness happened?[/QUOTE] Appeared out of nowhere, running across the road, without any reason. I missed a heartbeat the moment my bike ran over. Fortunately his skull didn't break and there was minor injury on head.

Back when I used to [I]attempt[/I] to skateboard, I rode out of a parking lot into a back road and a car almost hit me. It hit my board and skimmed my hand. The board went flipping off. I, of course, threw it at the car that continued to speed off.

I ALMOST hit my science teacher in the head with a flying pinecone, at school camp. Luckily it missed her head by about 3 centimeters.

One time a few years back I was talking to a homeless guy while walking through the town centre. I wasn't really paying attention to where I was walking and I nearly stepped out in front of a car that shot through a red light at about 40mph. I would have been pretty badly smashed up or killed if it wasn't for superhobo! His super street-sense saw the car coming (basically he looked both ways before crossing) and he grabbed me by the arm just as I was about to step out. Saved by the hobo.

I ate a poisonous mushroom when i was little, but oddly nothing happened

[QUOTE=st0rmforce;35991050]One time a few years back I was talking to a homeless guy while walking through the town centre. I wasn't really paying attention to where I was walking and I nearly stepped out in front of a car that shot through a red light at about 40mph. I would have been pretty badly smashed up or killed if it wasn't for superhobo! His super street-sense saw the car coming (basically he looked both ways before crossing) and he grabbed me by the arm just as I was about to step out. Saved by the hobo.[/QUOTE] I hope you gave that man some money.

[QUOTE=sarge997;35991194]I hope you gave that man some money.[/QUOTE] I think I bought him lunch and a new jacket. I don't give money to people on the streets as a rule.

I nearly rode my bike into the lake when I was about 7 or so. Almost got hit by the metro a few times, same with cars.

Going too fast then almost ramming into the back of someone's car, a million times. Scariest feeling ever. [editline]17th May 2012[/editline] [QUOTE=Mentlegen;35989765]You might want to sit back and grab some popcorn, because I have a few stories. When I was just a little kid, I was viciously attacked and almost killed by a cat. I now have a permanent scar on my head that you can only see when my hair is short enough. Another time, when I lived in the country, a man a few houses down started burning trash on the dry grass in his backyard. It was a pretty unusually hot week. Anyways, his bonfire of burning trash started inching towards my house (Did I mention it was slightly windy that day as well?) just spreading like wild-fire through the dry grass. It decided to skip every other house and started a fire at mine. Burning the house, trapping me and my family inside of it. It came from the side of the house that my room was in. My room was at the back left of the house and took the full force of the blaze. In the end my fucking Shark brand bike still survived it in my closet. Durable piece of shit. Lastly, at my biological dad's house, the dog I grew up knowing was no longer a puppy, and I just couldn't hold my excitement, hugging the dog named Scooby. He then grabbed a hold of my cheek and started shaking me back and forth, until my cheek eventually gave way and ripped off. I went into shock and was rushed into the emergency room. The doctor asked what kind of dog it was, and my dad replied that it was a Rottwieler and Great Dane mix. He then replied that out of all odds that I was lucky to be alive and that I should have been dead. I now wear the permanant scar from that encounter on my cheek as proof of the event. I honestly have seen Death and spit him in his face.[/QUOTE] Isn't a Rottweiler & Great Dane mix what the dog from the Sandlot was? Sure looks a lot like him. Oh, never mind, that's an English Mastiff. If you look at the two though, they look a little bit alike.

Once I almost overdosed on my grandpas old pills (I would have died if dad wouldn't have got me to the hospital so fast), I was like 3 or something. Another time I got ran over by a bicyclist and my head was pissing blood in all directions. I was like 5 that time. One time my brother and I was playing and he pushed me and I fell and hit the back of my head on the edge of a table, a few centimeters lower and I would've broke my neck. And one time (this one is quite funny) I rode my bike down a hill, and in some way, forgot to turn and rode straight into a bush. The bike stopped immediately but not me. I flew 5 meters through the air and landed on my face on the other side of the bush. I guess I've been a lucky son of a bitch. I've also hit my head a couple of time. One time I even hit my self in the back of my head with the side you pull out nails with on a hammer.

When I was about seven my brother pushed me off my bike in the middle of the road (By accident..I hope) and nearly got hit by a car.

Got lost on holiday when I was really young, was found by a neighbour who recognized my face. It if wasn't for her I wouldn't be here today, I may have still been there, or died or something. I don't know but it creeps me how close I was to having a completely different life. Feel's strange bro.

[QUOTE=fritzel;35990724]Appeared out of nowhere, running across the road, without any reason. I missed a heartbeat the moment my bike ran over. Fortunately his skull didn't break and there was minor injury on head.[/QUOTE] That reminds me, about a month ago a little kid ran out in front of my car. He's probably about 3 years old, so really little, and he just ran out from between 2 parked cars about 2 meters in front of me. He just toddled across the road in front of me without looking and didn't even react. It was like he didn't see or hear me, even when 1.5 tons of car came within centimetres of his head. Luckily I was really alert (because of the narrow road, parked cars and little kids running about) and my brakes are good. It was seriously close, he was so small that I doubt I would have hit him out of the way, I would've probably just went straight over him. Actually, if it had been any closer, I probably wouldn't have seen him at all, just felt a small bump.

Almost got T-boned by a red-light runner. Close timing, too, as it would have stopped a highway for a while.

I had to pee once.