One day about 6 years ago I had brought my car into the shop for some repair. I had to kill an hour or two while it was being worked on so I just took off walking down the busy street.
I walked by a bus stop with a girl sitting on the bench and I kinda saw some guy standing a few feet behind her. As I was passing, the guy said something and I glanced up and saw him aiming something at me. It looked like a gun and he was aiming at me very intensely.
The way he was holding it and the way he was staring at me I thought for sure it was a gun and that he was going to shoot me. I shouted out, “Are you crazy?” and stopped in my tracks scared to death. But the girl turns to me and says, “Yes, he is.” She must have been there awhile and talked to him or saw him acting weird. After, about 5 or 6 seconds I realized it wasn’t a gun, it was just an umbrella. I was shaken and I cussed at him and left.
I thought I was going to be shot. It wasn’t really a near death experience but in my mind it sure felt like one. I had many dangerous situations happen to me in my life where situations could have gone horribly wrong but this incident may have scared me the most.
My near death experience involved my sister. Meatloaf was really big at the time (pardon the pun lol). It was 1977 or 78. I was eleven (see posted photo in selfie thread), my sister was thirteen and looked exactly like a fatter version of Marsha from the Brady Bunch.
We got into a physical fight (I guess I was jealous for obvious reasons (again, see photo in selfie thread). I called her “meatloaf” and boy did she go off.
She chased me around the entire neighbourhood with a carving knife obtained from the kitchen drawer. Not the carving knives you have today, but a good quality 1950’s Sheffield Steel one all the way from the UK.
Thank goodness I managed to outrun her otherwise I would have been toast. She had such hatred in her eyes that day. A look I will never forget and will take to my grave. True story!
And a turkey? She might have carved you up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Does the incident ever come up now that you are both adults?
When I was in third grade my older sister pissed me off so I threw one of my dads shoes at her. She ducked and it went through the closed window behind her breaking all the glass.
I’m like a cat I’ve got 9 lives. I overdosed on drugs twice and nearly died. My parents weren’t home it was just my step brother. I walked in the door one night after getting high and I collapsed. The only thing I remember is waking up and my step brother was about to call 911. I told him not to I didn’t want my mom finding out. I ended up having a severe seizure.
Another time I was partying all night. It was noon the next day. I didn’t feel high but I’m sure I had drugs in my system. I ran a red light and got T-Boned by someone going 50 mph. It practically ripped my car in half. I walked away without a scratch. The police report had a scale of 1-5 of how bad the accident was and they described it as a 5.
Another time I was doing a drug deal in isolated area. The guy pulled a gun and tried to rob me and my stepbrother. We took off running and we ran up onto the freeway. It was pitch black and I could see the flashes of light and hear bullets whizzing by my head. My step brother jumped off the bridge and landed in the river. I jumped off and landed on the embankment bellow. I ran under the bridge and tripped over a rock and landed on a pile of glass. The piece of glass went almost all the way through my hand.
One night I was coming home from fishing with my younger cousin who was 10 at the time. I was on the freeway going 70 and I nodded off. I came to and we were going off the road. I yanked the week to get back on the road and we started swaying from side to side uncontrollably. We ended up doing two complete 360’s on dry pavement. I corrected the steering wheel and it stopped us from going off the road.
I did a lot of stupid stuff when I was young. It’s a miracle I’m not dead or in prison. I stole my step dads V-12 Jaguar XJ12 one night. I wanted to see how fast it could go. I got it up to 150 mph. The peddle was only halfway to the floor. I did 150 mph for 7 minutes. A drive that normally would take 20 minutes I did in 7.
This one wasn’t so much a close call with death but more like 20 years in prison. I had a butt ton of drugs in my car. It was late at light and I stopped at gas station. My step brother and I were getting smokes and zig zags. We couldn’t go inside the gas station they had a walk up window. We’re standing at the window and a cop car pulls up right behind us. My step brother leans over and tells the clerk cancel the zig zags. The guy holds them up for the cops to see. I had a kilo of drugs in my car. The blood drained out of my head and I turned white as a ghost. We turned around and the one cops says to the other want to shake them down? A call came in over radio and they just drove away.
I went to a rave one night in downtown Detroit. The had raves in old abandoned warehouses. I’m coming home from the rave late at night and I’m in the worst part of Detroit and my car breaks down. My girlfriend and I had no choice but to walk. It was 2 days before Xmas. We’re walking down the road and there were carloads of gangbangers circling us. They would drive by and stare at my girlfriend then they kept circling back. My girlfriend was crying she thought we were dead meat. A cop car came down the road and she ran up to the car waving her arms. The cops looked at us and left us for dead. 2 minutes later a cab came down the road. We jumped in the back and told the lady we had no money. She said she couldn’t live with herself if she left us so she gave us a ride to the city limit for free.
I have another near death experience for you @77nick77, I was only four this time. I was having a bath happily playing away with my rubber duck and other “toys” when my tyrant father came in and started yelling at me. He pulled me from the bath and smacked my bottom so hard.
He was yelling at me “WHY DID YOU DO THAT”, it turns out that I had pooed in the bath and was playing boats with my poop. Again, this is a true story. When you are four poop makes an excellent boat, it floats so well.
Wow, you definitely are a cat with nine lives. My near death experiences pale in comparison. I hope you have a peaceful, drama free life from now on in. Thanks for your story.
My friend dan claimed he had 9 lives in regards to drugs. Something seriously bad may happen to him one day. He’s too reckless. But he said he’s died like 6 times he has 3 more or something. With stupid drug combos and stuff. But I don’t hang out with this kid anymore. I used to be sorta reckless too but I’d say my closest near death experience was probably when I drove my car very psychotic the first time I thought I was the chosen one at all. May 2011. And I drove my car 55 mph on a busy road weaving in and out of traffic going through red lights and it was rush hour and raining and I only got pulled over and arrested. No accident
I could write a book on the stuff I saw and did. It’s been 20 years since I was a hardcore drug addict and did this stuff. Every day I wake up thankful I’m not dead or in prison. I saw more stuff then most people have in 10 lifetimes. I walk a straight line now a days.
Why don’t you - write a book I mean? I have never taken drugs, but one of the most interesting books I have read was about the life of a heroin addict in the UK. I couldn’t put it down.
Which book?? Have you read junky by William s Burroughs??? I wrote flunky. It was my story version of it. It’s really good. I didn’t publish it though. One day I will write about all my crazy drug stories lol but I’m only 29 so I’m still processing them not enough to write good books on it. I have written 2 books on my life but I don’t think my mind comprehended reality enough for me to want to publish it. Hey maybe one day I’ll be famous I can publish them and say “this was my interpretation at 24-25 years old”. In comparison to my interpretation then. You know??
Just a few more things about my life I saw. My dad shot himself when I was 5. My moms first boyfriend put me through a lot of psychical abuse he’d beat the crap out of me when my mom wasn’t around. I think it’s part of the reason I had no fear growing up. When you get beat by a grown man not much else scares you. My neighbor blew his pregnant wifes head off with a shotgun. My best friends dad hung himself in the front yard and we all saw it on the way to school. I mean I saw a lot there’s even more.
Hell no! I am sorry, but if I had had your life god only knows where I would have ended up. No wonder you turned to drugs as an escape. Right now, I am very thankful to have lived the life I did. Maybe my life wasn’t so bad after all. Please write the book one day.
I once had a cop pull a gun on me and start screaming because he thought I was dealing drugs when I gave a friend an application to my work in a parking lot. It was scary. I wish cops didn’t carry guns.
I say go for it. There are so many gifted and talented people on this forum - it always amazes me. My mum used to say that each and every one of us has a special gift or talent. I am fifty four soon and I am still trying to find what that talent is. I thought I was a brilliant mum, but it appears not to be so.
True story!