Back when I was a newborn my parents had me circumcised. Caused physical and emotional trauma so bad that I didn’t walk for a year.
OuchBack when I was a newborn my parents had me circumcised. Caused physical and emotional trauma so bad that I didn’t walk for a year.
When my grandparents sold their house they raised my mom, aunt, and uncle in about 15 years ago my grandpa found his old gun leftover from WW2 in his closet. He was looking at it and now the entertainment center in my grandmas bedroom has a bullet hole in it. Luckily no one got hurt.My dumbass older brother (may he RIP) was playing around with what he thought was an unloaded pistol. Needless to say, he dropped the pistol and it went off, missing my head by about 3-4 inches.
Was Alec Baldwin with you?Survived bush plane crash in Alaska. 8 in plane 2 died, me, not a scratch. However it was 5 days before being found and during our camp was surrounded by hungry Brown Bears. My friend who could find humor at a hanging said, I’m on a bad luck trip, survived a plane crash, and now it’s become a bear hunt instead of a fishing trip. All true.
I've been hospitalized with pancreatitis (which can be fatal) a couple of times and I can recall more than a few instances where I've ran into some severely terrifying weather while driving, but as far as I know, I've never had a truly near-death experience.
Thanks for your service, michaeluk26.
Another uninvited Trumper returns to hijack a thread.Had covid. Had to get tested to even know I had it since I was symptom free. Couldn’t play golf so hung out at the house watching movies and drinking beer. According to the news, I should’ve been dead.
Another uninvited Trumper returns to hijack a thread.
Not being a smartass here, but how far away would the car have to be from hitting you where this alternative reality wouldn't exist?It was so close that I’m not sure I’m not currently in an alternative reality where I died in the other.
I’m not joking when I say I’m not really sure how it didn’t hit me. I am sure my perception of the event is overcome by the anxiety and tenseness of it, but it feels like a miracle that at least some part of my body wasn’t contacted. It left an impact and realization of how quickly things can be taken away.Not being a smartass here, but how far away would the car have to be from hitting you where this alternative reality wouldn't exist?
Wait... after you found him the next day you were going to trust him to get you weed? What the hell was the matter with you guys? Did you all have **** for brains?This is more of a "this is not happening" mixed with a brush of what I believed to be nearly killed, you tell me.
6 Friends and I went on spring break in 2000 to Daytona. 3 of us were on the football team so we'd dip b sometimes just us. We had copious amounts of pot already but wanted to try Florida bud. We'd succeeded two days in a row by asking black people and I know how bad that sounds. The 3rd night changed everything.
We found a guy but he said he needed a ride. We were naive, sheltered 16 year Olds so we said yes. But as soon as I saw him I got a bad feeling. We did have enough sense to pat him down. The place we take him he comes sprinting out of and we could hear the trailer owner screaming get those crackers outta here.
We took him like 5 more places but the weed he had was all we were focused on until we realized we were taking him on Crack deliveries. During these deliveries he said his name was Montana. But he tried to convince us he was quarterback, point guard, and pitcher for St. Joe's. He was cracked out but setting us up.
The last place we took him to what is now called a trap house. We started realizing something is up as random people came in but never left. They Were plotting on us. Anyways right when we started the car to leave outta intuitions. About 15 of them came out trying to break the windows. Unbeknownst to us Montana had done something to the back door of a jeep Cherokee to where it wouldn't lock. I was sitting in the back beside him. They opened that door and tried to drag me out. As soon as they nearly had me out my buddy took off. I truly believe they would've killed us.
I **** you not not even a mile from there we got pulled over. Literally the first thing he said was "you boys have a drug problem?" I was like how does he know we smoked weed. We told him no and asked why? He said we were on the hottest Crack and Cocain street in America. We convinced him we took a few wrong turns and he let us go. If Montana had still been with us we'd prob still be in prison.
And what are the odds that we run into him the next day at a taco bell? I had a bad temper back then and I walked up to him and shoved him as hard as I could and was going to the ground and pound before I was pulled off. He apologized and said he'd go get us free weed. On his way back he ducked behind weeds cause he saw a cop and the cop saw him. He ran to the beach and 5 minutes later he came sprinting back wearing different clothes he'd stolen on the beach. He runs right through traffic full speed and flips off the multiple cops chasing him. Come to find out this dude already caught one body and conspiracy to commit murder. Which means he prob set up someone else like he tried with us.
Sorry it's this long a post but everything I wrote is 100% what happened. If anyone has similar stories or more nearly killed stories I still wanna see them.
Dude this is insane, and as someone who was willingly put myself in similarly risky situations, it resonates. Hopefully Montana is still off the streets.This is more of a "this is not happening" mixed with a brush of what I believed to be nearly killed, you tell me.
6 Friends and I went on spring break in 2000 to Daytona. 3 of us were on the football team so we'd dip b sometimes just us. We had copious amounts of pot already but wanted to try Florida bud. We'd succeeded two days in a row by asking black people and I know how bad that sounds. The 3rd night changed everything.
We found a guy but he said he needed a ride. We were naive, sheltered 16 year Olds so we said yes. But as soon as I saw him I got a bad feeling. We did have enough sense to pat him down. The place we take him he comes sprinting out of and we could hear the trailer owner screaming get those crackers outta here.
We took him like 5 more places but the weed he had was all we were focused on until we realized we were taking him on Crack deliveries. During these deliveries he said his name was Montana. But he tried to convince us he was quarterback, point guard, and pitcher for St. Joe's. He was cracked out but setting us up.
The last place we took him to what is now called a trap house. We started realizing something is up as random people came in but never left. They Were plotting on us. Anyways right when we started the car to leave outta intuitions. About 15 of them came out trying to break the windows. Unbeknownst to us Montana had done something to the back door of a jeep Cherokee to where it wouldn't lock. I was sitting in the back beside him. They opened that door and tried to drag me out. As soon as they nearly had me out my buddy took off. I truly believe they would've killed us.
I **** you not not even a mile from there we got pulled over. Literally the first thing he said was "you boys have a drug problem?" I was like how does he know we smoked weed. We told him no and asked why? He said we were on the hottest Crack and Cocain street in America. We convinced him we took a few wrong turns and he let us go. If Montana had still been with us we'd prob still be in prison.
And what are the odds that we run into him the next day at a taco bell? I had a bad temper back then and I walked up to him and shoved him as hard as I could and was going to the ground and pound before I was pulled off. He apologized and said he'd go get us free weed. On his way back he ducked behind weeds cause he saw a cop and the cop saw him. He ran to the beach and 5 minutes later he came sprinting back wearing different clothes he'd stolen on the beach. He runs right through traffic full speed and flips off the multiple cops chasing him. Come to find out this dude already caught one body and conspiracy to commit murder. Which means he prob set up someone else like he tried with us.
Sorry it's this long a post but everything I wrote is 100% what happened. If anyone has similar stories or more nearly killed stories I still wanna see them.
Yes we had **** for brains lol. He was going to going to get us some free weed. We didn't have to take him anywhere and we wouldn't have.Wait... after you found him the next day you were going to trust him to get you weed? What the hell was the matter with you guys? Did you all have **** for brains?![]()
Oh they caught him just mere seconds after he flipped them off. There was basically a small task force looking for him on the murder and conspiracy to commit murder. His real name isn't Montana. I'll configure out his real name somehow and get a mugshot. Dude looks like a murderer.Dude this is insane, and as someone who was willingly put myself in similarly risky situations, it resonates. Hopefully Montana is still off the streets.
Damn, sounds like jogging is too dangerous for me that makes 2 of us that almost got killed.Earlier this year I was doing an evening jog through Rosslyn in Arlington, VA when I legally crossed the street with a walk signal when a car going what seemed like 120mph came flying through a red light and missed running into me by inches. It was close enough I could feel the suction of the air from the car when it passed by. It was so close that I’m not sure I’m not currently in an alternative reality where I died in the other. This was only a couple days after the Clarke incident.
I’m not joking when I say I’m not really sure how it didn’t hit me. I am sure my perception of the event is overcome by the anxiety and tenseness of it, but it feels like a miracle that at least some part of my body wasn’t contacted. It left an impact and realization of how quickly things can be taken away.
GTFO with that ****. There always has to be one mouth breather to interject political ****Uninvited Trumper? Haha
They say the 4th booster is when youll get your sense of humor back. Hang in there prob just 2-3 months away. “All in this together” “Build back better” or some other bs idk.
GTFO with that ****. There always has to be one mouth breather to interject political ****
In typical mouth breather fashionWasn’t the one who brought up politics. Just responded to what was said to me. Read up and then GFY![]()
I was rafting on the New river with my cousins. I was at the front of the raft and we went over a rapid with an almost vertical drop and a deep plunge pool below. The raft flipped and I went straight down. It couldn't have been more that a couple of seconds but once I got sucked under it felt like I wasn't coming back up and then the lifejacket shot me straight to the surface. I guess I wasn't really close to dying but It was the only time I ever experienced that life flashing before me moment.
I haven't done it again either. The outfit we were with had a cooler of beer waiting on us when we got out. That was the best most memorable beer I ever had in my life.Did that too, once I came back up, first thought was "If I make it off this river again, I will NEVER do this again". I did and I haven't
A buddy and I had hit the pavions in Izmir turkey. Pavions were night clubs where girls hustled guys for drinks. We had had our share of drinks and were walking back to the bus stop. If we missed the bus, it was several hours to the next bus back to the base. I looked back and see my buddy taking a leak on the window of a car. Some Turkish guy was asleep in his car and he woke up to a stream of urine hitting the window right in front of his face. I could run like a deer and run all day long, so I wasn't to worried, but there must have been thirty mad Turks chasing us. I didn't know what I'd do if they caught my buddy. I got to the bus stop just as the bus was pulling away and got the driver to wait on my buddy. I can still see him at the back of the bus flipping the bird to the crowd behind us as the bus pulled away.Also was at a whorehouse in Juarez, Mexico with a buddy in 98. Pretty sure I wasn't gonna make it back. Almost as scared as being in the execution position. Scared shitless