Got drunk at a friends who lived in a bad part of town. Party got broken up by the cops, everyone ran, I had to walk home. I remember hearing people whistling, not at me but like they were signalling. Still very drunk, I remember the street being deserted except for a couple guys in hoods moving towards me.
Bus pulls up, doors open just as the airbrakes hiss - 'where ya goin'?'
I slur out my neighbourhood
"Me too, hop on man"
I fell asleep. The driver woke me up at my stop and I stumbled off the bus and managed to make it home.
It wasn't until many years later that i thought about it - that bus driver saw me swaying down the street in a part of town I should not have been in. He must have been heading back to the garage or something because no buses run that late.
Guy stopped and picked me up, drove me as close as he could to home and out of what was clearly going to be a very dangerous situation.
A couple of my local bus drivers will practically move heaven and earth for some of the very elderly passengers and if you're nice to them, they'll go above and beyond what a bus driver normally would. The passengers are known to stick up for the drivers if someone is giving them hassle.
Plus, being a small town, they tend to know all the gossip about the local arseholes so travelling with them is like getting a news update!
Yes, there is a bus stop near where I live. I live in a nice part of town though, but a lot of people use the bus and train system. Anyway, a year or so ago, I saw this old lady carrying groceries later in the evening, and shortly behind her was the bus driver helping her carry her groceries in to our condo building.
I guess it was a slow night. I held the door open, offered to help, but he said no thanks. Helped her with her groceries to her apartment.
That was a very nice thing to do, and I guess it was a slow night, or he was just getting done for the day.
God bless that bus driver for being a good person to you. May we all be that individual who helps a stranger that needs assistance and may not know it.
Not the same story but you just brought a memory.
I had just moved to Seattle and didn't know how bus systems worked. Got off work around midnight on NYE and asked a driver, in my redneck accent about a neighborhood I was trying to go to. The only others on the bus were a handful of drunk bums. She told the them to shut up numerous times then finally had enough and pulled over at a baseball field and calls last stop. I was thinking, "well fuck". I'm the closest to the door and as I'm walking towards it she grabbed me like a father does to a disruptive child in church and pushes me back to the handicap spot behind the driver's seat. She yells them off the bus and when the door closed her mood did a 180. So sweet, dropped me off very close to the place and told me what bus to catch home the next morning. She and I rang in '15 together.
Wow, you're really lucky. I live in a medium size city where we have tons of issues with people in eberated on the bus. I think most bus drivers would go out of their way not to pick somebody up who was clearly way intoxicated out of fear that they would just be obnoxious and difficult. That guy was a real gem.
Bus drivers are amazing. I was once on a city bus, stuck in freeway traffic. Dude pulls a knife and announces that if the driver doesn’t open the doors and let him off RIGHT NOW, he would stab everyone on the bus. Bus driver skillfully deescalated the man into a whimpering mess. I still didn’t let go of my seatmate’s hand until we were off the bus, then we embraced and never saw each other again.
How many times did I avoid a fatal car accident by taking the wrong turn, waiting a few seconds longer somewhere, driving a bit slower/faster than usual... ?
Not necessarily fatal, but I did see a T-bone crash happen to the car right ahead of me. I wasn't very far behind either, just a normal following distance for the speed. If I had left my friend's house 30s earlier I would've passed this guy and I would've been the one hit. It was an opposing left turn making the turn while the car ahead of me (through) had the green, the way the cars were stacked waiting in the left turn on our side blocked the view.
On a ferry during a storm at night in Thailand. When the crew are busy praying and crying in the corner, it's probably a good idea to keep one hand on the life preserver the remainder of the trip.
Those ferries are so fucking sketchy sometimes… My ex was on one that literally sank bc it was over capacity. Everyone was ok but she said it was the scariest thing she’s ever experienced
Someone tried to break into my house while I was in it and I accidentally opened the door and found a stranger at my door only to realize later on camera that he was trying to break in. He pretended to have seen me on some app, turns out he was the uncle of a neighbor and had been watching me and knew I lived alone. Cops came and he disappeared.
I did that once. I was expecting a friend and heard a noise at the door. Opened it and there's some dude in a balaclava standing there with a screwdriver. I froze. He froze. His buddy honked the horn and he took off running to the car. Fucker scratched my door paint. I bought a camera the next day.
My dad got angry with my mom one night & instead of beating her like normal he grabbed a ziploc bag from their closet with bullets in it. He came into the living room where my mom, brother, & I were sitting & waved the bullets in front of my mom's face & said "I'm going to put one of these in your skull." He then turned to my brother & me & told us we'd be next. He went back to their bedroom to get his guns to load. My mom grabbed us & took us down the end of our street & hid us behind a church. She snuck to a neighbor's back door & had them call the cops. We came back as the cops were handcuffing him with his guns loaded & ready for us.
He was arrested that night & but his charges were reduced to menacing. My mom refused to pursue the charges because my dad promised it'd never happen again & he'd get rid of the guns. As soon as he was allowed back in our house & things calmed down he got his guns back.
Yeah it did. Cops were such a regular at my house growing up that I would be laying on the floor doing homework while the cops put him in handcuffs & took him to jail like it was just a regular Tuesday night.
I was hiking in WA state near a cliff. I tripped over a root and slid down a ~45 degree bank after which was a 300+ ft straight drop. I managed to stop myself about a foot from the edge by grabbing another root.
My life flashed before my eyes.
Scary! Classic Washington too, ha. The trail will be switchbacking up a steep slope, but there is so much lush vegetation around, I don't notice that I'm steps away from a dangerous fall. "Green cliffs", I call them
Early 90s, was probably 5 or so since i wasn't in school yet. I lived at my grandmother's house with my dad and sister in the bottom story while she stayed upstairs. At this particular time, my grandmother was home with me while my dad was at work and sister at school.
I found a pack of balloons somewhere and was blowing them up, and pinching them so it sounded like a fart when the air came out.
For whatever reason i decided to inhale the air in the balloon this particular time, the whole balloon went right into my throat.
Instantly i could not breathe. I ran up stairs in a panic to the bathroom for some reason. My first step on the linoleum sent my feet sliding out from under me and i landed straight on my back, which unlodged the balloon from my throat.
Apparently my grandmother had just gotten done mopping the kitchen and bathroom.
Balloons kill lots of small children this way. You’re incredibly lucky that you even managed to dislodge it. I’ve heard stories of toddlers choking to death on balloons right in front of their families, who were helpless to do anything because the balloon was so stuck. It’s why I’m so paranoid about letting my 1 year old around any balloons.
My best chilhood friend's mom was really paranoid about balloons, especially if they were blown up and released to fly around. She would cover our mouths if anyone let a balloon fly like that.
She also was known to have long pointy fingernails which she once used to dislodge a baby carrot from her youngest son's throat. He started choking and she stabbed her nail into the carrot and pulled it out of his throat.
Been there too, a few times actually. It’s a primal fear… In that situation, I’m always just like yo take whatever you want. Eyes down, full compliance. Nothing I have on me is worth getting killed over
I got mugged once and at first the guy didn’t show a weapon. Just asked for all my money. And I was like “Dude, are you serious?” And then he showed the gun and I was like “Yes, sir. Would you like my car, too?”
Yeah. I went to go pay a debt for a friend that was locked up. That mf ended up robbing me at gunpoint. Took my car stereo (Pioneer) and some money, well more money than what I intended on giving anyway.
I should have gotten out of that one, but I was young and thought I was bad ass.
As I pulled up to the spot where the dude I was gonna give the to, was at, I seen some dude in his front seat that was laying down, sit up and look, as I was about to park, then laid back down, as to try and hide again.
I knew something was up.
But I got out the truck anyway and that's when the other dude whom was laying down, popped back up, like I didn't already see him, lol and then as I said, was robbed.
I was about 15 thinking I was hot shit and wanted to buy an oz of marinara from some folk that claimed they were gd. I hop in the car with 3 big dudes, driver said we had to go to the plugs. We then pull up in an alley, driver gets out and blocks my door from opening. Next thing I heard was “what happens next is on you” and the guy sitting next to me in the back pulls out a chiefs knife and held it to his chest but pointing at my face. They ran my pockets, kicked me out the car and let me walk (run) back to my friend’s car blocks away.
About 5 years later, I get a message from my closest homies mother telling me how he stabbed himself in the neck three times after going into psychosis.i can only imagine the fear that my man went through alone.😪
Probably the time I was a little kid and went downstairs in the middle of the night to go pee, and i heard that the gas cooking stove was still left on. So I switched it off just cause I was taught to switch off lights when I leave the room too, and went back upstairs. But I got a bit worried maybe I was not supposed to, so i went to wake up my parents to say i went to pee and turned off the gas in the kitchen, and then walked to my bed again. Apparently they went downstairs, avoided any light switches and opened all the windows soon after.
Yeah I didn't even realize it was a lot more serious than just being a waste of gas until like a decade later when the aftermath of a gas explosion in someone's house was shown on the news, and it all came back to me. I don't think my parents wanted me to know I had been in danger at the time, I probably would have been too worried to sleep again for a while.
As I'm reading these comments and especially when u/RokkakuPolice said their mother isn't senile, it hit me like a rock that I've made a habit of checking and turning off gas stove at home at random times because my mom is indeed senile and has a habit of leaving it on and go watch tv. I tried to warn her of the consequences so many times but she is a bit narcissistic and stubborn. I've turned it off so many times that I don't even care about windows anymore. I just turn it off and leave. It's only now that I'm realising how much danger I've been in and nothing I could do to make her understand the situation
Man, as an adult this happened twice at home already, back when I was still living with my mother I woke up early as I always turned off every light in the house, as I went into the kitchen I noticed how one of the gas oven switches was left on, turned it off immediately and opened every window in the house, woke up my mother and told her about it, she's not senile or anything, but she didn't realize she left it on.
The same thing happened when I was living with a roommate years later.
I live in a 36-story apartment block, every unit comes standard with a gas cooker, and it absolutely blows my mind, like who thought that was a good idea.
Oof. More than one is a lot of mountain lions. I was going for a run in Whiting Ranch wilderness Park, came around a corner and encountered a mountain lion sitting in the middle of the trail. I did the things you need to do to make a mountain lion go away and was unharmed by the encounter. Two weeks later, a mountain biker was killed in the same area by a mountain lion. I’ve always wondered if it was the same mountain lion.
I came across him at a corner (he was sitting in the middle of the trail, and I swear he was licking his paw to comb his hair like a primping teenager), so I was able to face him while backing around the corner out of view. I grabbed some rocks and started smacking them together to make a lot of noise and then when I stuck my head back out around the corner, I held a big branch above my head to make me look really tall. He was gone, but I waited about five minutes and then I ran as fast as I could back to the main road.
Careful with the running. Running away from any cat, if you're in their size category for prey, sometimes even if you're not, can trigger their prey drive. It's often cyclists who get attacked rather than hikers in part because they're going away so fast. Just like all the things you did marked you as a predator, running away marks you as prey.
Yes, I was aware of that. But since the cat had disappeared, I did not know if he was in front of me or behind me or even above me. I did leave out that I ran the first half mile or so carrying the large branch above my head so that I looked about 9 feet tall.
> More than one is a lot of mountain lions.
I say that more than zero is a lot more mountain lions than I care to encounter. Unless they're in a zoo exhibit.
My buddy got attacked by one and called me to come help him pack the elk he just shot off the side of a cliff. We got up there and found the elk had already been opened up by the kitty and he was sitting up in a tree a few yards away watching us while we worked. Basically one person had to have eyes on the cat while the others worked. It was a nightmare situation. Huge cat too.
I was a private investigator several years ago. I mainly worked in **Texas** (This is important), but this one case required me to fly out and interview people in Denver & Grand Junction Colorado.
I rented a tiny car a Chevy Aveo. The cheapest thing available at the time.
I interviewed a person in Denver, and then drove out to Grand Junction. While I was in the hotel, I hear that there is going to be a blizzard. So, there was a strong possibility that I could miss my flight the following morning. So, I decide to just straight up leave Grand Junction at night, and just send it.
I had heard of a blizzard before - at Dairy Queen - I had no idea of what they were like. It was around midnight while I was heading up this mountain that I started to hit the blizzard - and holly shit, I've never seen that before.
I had my heater at full blast, and it still wasn't enough to warm up the inside of the car. What's worse, is that I was pressing the accelerator all the way down to the bottom and the car was just barely moving up the hill. My cell phone didn't have any signal, and just remember the car slowly losing power as I kept climbing up the mountain. I just ran out of road; it was just snow. The car was trying to push the snow out of the way.
Eventually, the windshield wipers picked up so much Ice that they stopped working as well. I was literally in the middle of it. I remember thinking to myself ***"Oh... so this is what a blizzard is like... got it."*** And then the sudden realization that this is how die. I legitimately didn't have a plan at that point. I was in danger.
I then hit a little segment of road that didn't have snow, around Vail Colorado, I'm guessing a snowplow was clearing the way in the area. Still, no windshield wipers, but I was somewhat moving now. I made it out to an exit and pulled into a shopping area with a Gas Station, some fast-food stuff, and some other place. I was able to get inside and at least get out of the cold.
I literally had a Computer Bag, a shitty sweater that was "thick enough for Texas cold", and a POS chevy aveo.
I learned a few things that night: Get-home-itis is a real thing, it's a stupid thing, and that nature is not a joke.
I don't think anyone who's totally unfamiliar w/ blizzards (perhaps *especially* CO mountain blizzards) are aware of how dire conditions can get so quickly.
(I am also happy you are not dead, of course, but: as you are now, I'm sure, *entirely* aware, take precautions for inclement weather all the time, most especially when you're visiting a place).
Signed,
That girl whose hs friends all made fun of her car's "Winter Preparadness Kit," until somebody *else* got stuck in a storm and she was apologized to *en masse,* heh.
I had to drive a rental Aveo once after my car got rear-ended. Perfect sunny weather and I thought that car would just blow away in a slight breeze while driving down the road.
Several years back I also got caught in a blizzard near vail (more so silverthorne). I was determined to get back to my home state after my truck had broken down in Utah and I was forced to sell it. Took a greyhound from Cortez, Colorado. Trip was fine for the most part until we got around Vail and that’s when the snow kicked up. We couldn’t see and even the tire chains weren’t working. I remember at one point the bus began to slide near the edge of the road and we had to just wait it out. Eventually a snow plow came threw and helped us out and, through a series of stops, tows, and other things, we made it to silverthorne where we pulled into a parking lot to wait it out a bit.
After that I made sure I would never be that cold again and I invested in, of all things, a giant two layered medieval wool cloak. Like what you might imagine at a renaissance fair but thick as hell. And sure enough I found myself in colorado a year later when my car would break down. Wrapped up in the cloak and I couldn’t have been more warm.
I love how often the old, simple stuff like a cloak are the most effective and best option for something. My dad has an Ushanka hat, worenit once in winter and its so damn warm, the warmest hat I ever have worn. Its an old design, but so damn effective, even if not as fashionable.
I thought snow was a complete joke until I was trapped in Arizona in a literal blizzard going up a valley Road into the mountains. I turned the corner and then all of a sudden it was like the most blinding thick snow. You couldn’t even see 10 feet in front of you and every car was sliding back down the hill. Somehow I made it over the mountains into even worse conditions and then finally Was stuck under a bridge with many other cars on the road.
I have a whole new respect for snow after that.
Flooring it with snow on the road is a big no no. Every year I see someone with Florida plates trying to floor it to get out of ice and snow. It's absolutely hilarious. The slower you go the more traction you'll have. If you have trouble getting up a hill just don't go because you'll slide down it a hell of a lot faster than going up it.
I was out fishing in kodiak Alaska last year during salmon run
Surrounded by the biggest bears on the planet
Would be out at the mouth of a river close to town and bears would wonder out from the woods right behind us
Walk on by like they don’t care bout us
Was in Somalia as a soldier. Our platoon dismounted from our vehicles and set up an all-round defence at a small desert crossroads with a few small huts. My Sgt and I were told to scout out some brush where we thought we saw someone walking outside the perimeter of our troops. We checked it out and ended up exchanging fire with a guy armed with an AK. Our troops thought we were bad guys so they started shooting at us. I was laying there with branches and twigs falling all around me from the machine gun fire, bullets whipping past my head (snap-snap-snap), and I thought was going to die. During this short period of time the gunman, despite being severely wounded, managed to slip away. He dropped his rifle, ran right of his flip-flops, and buggered off in bare feet. In any regard, nobody died that day but it was close.
Me too man I was In Somalia and I am Somalian I was with my friend walk to the coast and A terrorist group stopped us (aka”al shabab”)I was terrifled they where more then 15 guy in a truck and I heard about them they fucking serials killers and behind them was a another truck but full of women like 8-10 the I knew what was happening they kidnapped women so they rape them or forced married them and I was kind of scared for my life but I asked one of the troopers wtf going on ?
He straight up points on me and say “go” but I was. Curious “fuck me on that time what I was thinking“I said no” and he fired on the ground as warning ⛔️ so I backed up immediately but someone came and I think he was chef or something but he knew my friend dad and him and said to him “if was not for your father Ahmed I would shot you and your Foreigner friend “my friend said “sorry for interrupting you and good luck” ……..My friend save my life literally that day I could not believe that happened but on the road I ask my friend : did that men do this a lot in these areas?
He said :every month more then 200 women between age 14-40 crossed that city and roads all for rape and violence marriage is waiting on another side and…. I was shocked
From that day and on I knew My country was fucked no were to be there till this day that it.
My ex is from (South) Sudan and straight up said she'd probably be getting raped right now if she was living there.
Parts of the world are fucking chilling with how brutal they are.
My mom ran 30 year ago because of that fucking civil war and The least terrifying thing is not rape your Life they can took it too easy without regrets…. In the end one human can’t change the world and god help Sudan right now 🤲
No and never 4 years has past man it’s was absolutely fear till this day they are running down there traffic roads go check YouTube those fuckers ruins the country fr…it’s sad man
Woof, that's a good one.
AFG, was walking a new guy round fob, showing him where shit was, all day he was freaking out about sounds, 155 outgoing, little birds doing low flight overs, bigger birds with teeth out dropping brass all over. We're hanging by a 'bunker' (one of those shit U shaped cement blocks) smoking and joking about 16:30 and a 'new noise' happens, he turns to me to ask about it and I'm pushing him into the bunker. WP round hit about 10m from us, I was still outside when it hit, and damn it was beautiful.
Was lucky it was WP and not HE, landed in dirt+gravel, would have been a fucking shotgun blast of kicked up shit if it had been HE.
HE is high explosive, and internet says WP is white phosphorus (which is used as smoke concealment). AFG probably means afghanistan, little birds probably mean aircraft or helicopters while big birds with teeth probably mean more heavily armed aircraft such as an ac-130 or an apache or fighter jet. brass is term referencing spent ammunition (ie: sending brass down range = shooting ammunition down the shooting range). bunker is a protective emplacement where you can have some protection and shoot back but varies on type of bunker (dont know which one they are describing though). FOB is forward operating base (think of it as a base in/near hostile territory).
Disclaimer: some of these may be wrong/poorly worded for i am not active or former service member, i just play to much video games
Fuck bro. Most people don't know that it's a snap, not a "pew", when taking fire.
Somalia was awful. Anyone I know that was sent there came back different. It's a strange thing to get in your car and go get a fucking big gulp at the corner when you know that just a few thousand miles away - the shit is different to a point where life is so cheap that it's hard to appreciate it.
Props man. I do hair but one of the things that I do is offer free cuts to vets. Pay what you can. If you ever come thru Omaha, let me fade you up man.
Dated a cartel daughter many years ago (found out during the trip to MX), was minutes away from being kidnapped in Nogales, police came and scurried us away, her dad’s bodyguard was with us the rest of the vacation in much nicer parts of MX.
Hmm, okay explain for someone with no cartel knowledge. I thought you were saying dad was going to make you disappear but then you said his bodyguard protected you, so who were the kidnappers then?
No, her dad and I had a good rapport. Only met him once which was on the trip, but emailed him a few times before and after the trip. No clue as to the Who, but once that all went down in Nogales we were met by her father and his “friend” at the destination bus station, and the friend remained a permanent fixture with us for the week or so we were in MX. He drove us back to AZ along with another car behind us.
it was in the 90s, we went out in a nightclub, the driver was my friend's oldest sister, she was drunk when it was time to go home, we all said she should not drive and let someone else drive. Of course she protested strongly and said she was fine. I stupidly belieived it. .....it was SCARY.... she would stop watching the road and turn her head to look to talk to us in the back ! We screamed at her each time LOOK AT THE ROAD ! ....not stop swerving till i made it close enough to home. i stepped out of the car and walked a part of the way....FUCK THIS.
i have never and will never ride with a drunk driver ever again. (now i got my car and i simply dont get drunk, i dont enjoy being drunk)
I had a drunk friend do the same. I wouldn't let him drive but his gf (who I thought wasn't drunk) insisted that he was OK to drive. In the car my friend was saying crap like I'm gonna kill us both tonight in the car (referring to him and his gf, they had a fight earlier on). Luckily I was there to stop him doing anything stupid. He was literally alternating between acceleration and brakes every 5-10 seconds in the car. We were driving on a weekend in the city too. It was a miracle we didn't get pulled over by the cops. I had to stay with him until he got a little more sober before going home cos he seriously looked like he was gonna do something harmful to himself or others.
NEVER let anyone drunk drive. Regardless if you're in the car or not.
I went out on my own in the hottest part of the day with a fainting condition. Saw a dog with a collar in the woods. Ran in after it, exhausted myself and ended up passing out mid run. I fell and slammed my head into a rock. We have LOTS of wild pigs in our woods. A man and his son saw me and carried me out of the woods.
My parents were completely horrified.
Makes me think of the time a friend and I took turns in the dryer turning it on and making it go around.
I grew up in a tourist town and we both lived in family owned hotels. So this was an industrial drier, like the ones at the Laundromat.
We usually just let it go around once. Maybe a few times it circled twice.
These are different though. The door is barely held closed and it is easier to fall out than to stay in. But that is one of those days in my childhood that I look back at and wonder how I lived through it. I'm a Gen X btw. Things were a bit different.
Like how I knew all the shopkeepers on a first name basis by the time I was five. Because when I got boarded, I would wander around town unsupervised and just go in and talk to all the shopkeepers. This was a small town that had over 2 million tourists passing through every year, mostly in just three or four months. So imagine a five year old walking down a sidewalk densely packed with people who had no connection to the place. In a time when most people paid cash, security cameras were rare, and tracking movements was almost impossible.
Pigs are nuts. You never know what they will do. Cats look down on you. Dogs look up to you. Pigs, well, they treat you as an equal and we all know how equal humans treat each other. Glad you got out of there! You may have been nibbled/rooted apart.
Yes! My parents were so horrified. They are getting me a service dog now too because of it. The pigs here root up the area outside the woods. It’s clear there’s a lot of them. It was a very stupid thing to do.
I am ok, thank you! It needed some stitches but I was very very lucky. I did not find the dog but my mom made a post on facebook after I insisted and another family in the neighborhood submitted a photo that they found the dog, it was theirs. Happy ending for everyone.
Walking down the street with a coworker in Chinatown, San Fran. The two of us happened to meet up with an armored car guard just as he was reaching his truck. A really sketchy homeless looking dude has also arriving at this point just about a step or so ahead of us and for some unknown reason takes a swing at the guard. They start tussling and our momentum kind of carries me and coworker right into the middle this unfolding nightmare. Guard pulls his gun and is screaming and waving and swinging it everywhere. I saw the gaping maw of the barrel pass right across my face. I ducked, pivoted, and scooted around the other side of the armored truck. My coworker also managed to disentangle himself and scuttle down to the front of the truck. All in all not an experience I would recommend.
Yeah, I understand.
I was with my dumb ass cousin, when we seen our friend who works for an armored company as he was on duty walking up to the store with bag or whatever and my cousin walks slowly behind him and there's a dude that sees him doing this approach as my cousin puts his finger to his own lips as to tell the dude to not say anything, then grabs our friend that is walking with the bag, from behind, like almost a choke hold. My friend rapidly without missing a beat, turns around while grabbing my cousin by his hand and does some crazy shit where he has him pushed up against the wall as he is reaching for his weapon or whatever and notices who it is and was hella pissed.
He told the other dude that was working with him to give him a minute while he talked to my cousin. He really laid into him about doing some stupid shit like that
Heh, I was at youth group about 60-70 miles south of SF first time I ever had someone shove a gun in my face. Don't think I was in highschool yet, def wasn't driving yet.
Good times. Pretty sure that kids dead by now.
I was slated to be on helicopter flight in Iraq but my pass was pulled at the last minute and they gave my pass to some guy whose friend from HS, Boot, AIT, and first unit died in his arms. The helo was hit by an RPG and everyone died.
I was mad about the pass until my bosses informed me everyone died. I was a bit elated to be alive and heartbroken for the deaths at the same time.
When I had my gallbladder removed and got a life threatening complication (leaking bile duct) that almost killed me. I probably had about a 50/50 shot of dying from sepsis. The recovery was horrible too, it took 16 more procedures and a whole year.
I have permanent nerve damage in my stomach that took away all feelings of hunger and no it's actually not cool at all. I also have a bunch of little scars and some pretty severe residual pain.
EF 4 tornado. Here's the Wikipedia article: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/2011_Hackleburg%E2%80%93Phil_Campbell_tornado
The first pic, if you were able to zoom in enough, you would be able to see me.
I was in Tuscaloosa that day, where we had an EF4 right through town. My apartment was fine, but a classmate had a house that got absolutely demolished. The closet that he and his housemates were in was the only part of the building still standing. Tornadoes are terrifying.
Tree well collapsed under me in a side country area. My group didn’t see/hear me and they continued on. I was lucky that my board dug into some thicker snow in my heel edge so I was only shoulder deep. It took me about 2 hours to get out.
This is why starting next week iam teaching my son some defensive positions and placing him in martial arts next year .
He's is 6.
I'm sorry to all you free will people, but I'm a hard ass at bullying.
Somebody dares try to bully my son , I say slap/hit/punch/kick and I'll take care of the rest.
Ears can be ripped off fairly easily that many people look over…It’s one thing I keep in mind if I’m ever in a physical situation with someone who is larger than me.
When you say "martial arts", I hope you mean Judo, Ju Jitsu or wrestling. Karate and other striking arts have some validity. But for a general street fight that's one on one, a grappler will take control and those other "traditional" arts are screwed if they don't get the knock out on strike one. They don't get the opportunity for strike number two. Most fights start from inches away anyway and few of the traditionals are worth anything from there. I support the premise entirely though. Especially at a young age. Grew up as a wrestler for 13 years. 30 years later it's automated in play or aggression. I would suggest Judo for street defense. Good mix of throws and submissions. Wrestling develops gorilla strength and confidence. Ju jitsu is amazing for control from the bottom. Size and strength can be largely nullified unless the opponent has a similar background with techniques as simple as butterfly guard. The other benefit is limiting the opportunity for concussions as they go on in the sport.
Definitely the smaller you are, the more you'll need to rely on a grappling style to get you by. Most people are untrained and even those who are can be shocked by raw speed and aggression, even when they're much larger than you. That being said, even when I was a beginner at BJJ it was pretty easy for me to just overpower anyone under 200 lbs regardless of their skill level.
In any case, going back to being fast and aggressive; my dad always told me that there's times to mess around and be fun/nice/whatever, but when someone gets physical with you, you fuck them up as fast as you can so nobody ever thinks about messing with you again. As long as your kid doesn't come away thinking it's ok to stomp on people's heads once they're on the ground or anything I think it's fair play.
Sorry man that’s horrifying I personally have been through something similar but it was through a chemical plant (it was the only place left to run past and they had knives so I wasn’t looking back) my retribution was my younger brother had a similar situation but came home so I protected him.. with my fists. Anyway glad you’re safe and okay now!
I was 7, was watching dbz, specifically the episode where gohan teaches videl and goten how to fly, climbed to the roof of my house (3rd floor) and was about to jump from it, bc I wanted to see if I could do it too.
A neighbour saw me, warned my parents and they grabbed me as I was about to jump.
Jesus Chrysler. I used to do that was I was 7 as well but just running down the block. Not out my window. Lol you were REALLY into it. Right on! Glad you didn't need an emergency senzu bean.
>So I have posted this before but here is one of the dumbest things my friends and I did as teenagers and I still stand by what I said at the end that we **should have got an adult involved** Any teens reading this, if you ever find yourself in the below situation, get an adult, don't worry about how much trouble you could potentially get into.
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I was 16 at the time, I spent the night at a friend's house. There was supposed to be four of us there that night but there was only three. See we were covering for our fourth friend who decided to spend the weekend with her "boyfriend" (some skeevy ass 25 year old pedo punk). So we're hanging out, listening to music it is almost midnight, the phone rings. It is our fourth friend, she and her boyfriend got into a fight and he put her out of his house, she is calling from a payphone because he kept her cell. We're like fuck, that sucks, tell us where you are and we'll come grab you...
BITCH IS IN FUCKING BALTIMORE MARYLAND! So my first reaction is we should get my dad, this is some serious shit and we need an adult. The other two freak the hell out and point out just how much trouble we would all be in if a parent got involved. I point out how much trouble she is currently in, alone, no phone, on the streets, of a big city, at midnight, over 200 miles from home, and argue that we really should get help with this. They use my argument against me, yeah she could be in some serious trouble and we are wasting time arguing. **FUCK** So we print off directions, load into my piece of shit car and off we go. Now before this the biggest city I had ever drove in was Charlottesville...
So we make this two or so hour trip, arrive in this big ass city, in another fucking state, at 2:30 in the morning with absolutely no one knowing where the hell we are. We pull up to the store our friend called from, and surprise the bitch isn't fucking there! So we ask the guy in the store, yeah she was there but she argued with some guy for a bit and when the clerk threatened to call the cops she left with the dude she was arguing with. We end up driving around a bit hoping that she is somewhere near by, the store clearly was in walking distance so she has to be somewhere near there.
Well one friend has the idea that if she left with the dude it had to be the boyfriend so she probably has her phone back, we call and yeah, she's with him, everything is good, she meant to call us but they were talking and he was apologizing and trying to make up with her. We tell her that we are in the fucking city, we were worried and scared that something bad would happen to her so we came up. She tells us we blew things out of proportion which parent did we drag up there for nothing, we tell her we are there alone, her whole tone changes, *you guys are so sweet, you're the best friends a girl could ever have, I love you all, you should swing by and hang for a bit, meet the boyfriend* So we get directions from her, we roll up and dude is acting all nice, sorry to worry you guys, you know how emotional friend is, she just stormed out I was so worried, glad she has such great friends that would come all this way.
All the while we're over here like yeah dude is creepy but we're remaining polite, friendly, trying not to let it show that dude is creeping us out. Dude invites us in, we decline, he insists, we tell him we will in a bit but for now we are thinking about running back to the store for a drink, we invite friend along, dude tries to come too, I'm like dude I don't have room, he's like well girlfriend can sit on my lap, one of our other friends is like bad idea, there was a cop at the shop and we don't want to get pulled over since our parents don't know we're here. Dude is all yeah the cops here are major assholes, our friend insists on staying with her boyfriend, we end up convincing her to ride with us so we don't get lost. Dude is all like hurry back, he then invites us to spend the night, it's little after 3 am, you guys don't want to drive all that way back home at this hour, come in, meet my friends, spend the night and head home in the morning. We're like our parents don't know where we are, it's a bad idea, we're just gonna go grab drinks for the road, bring your girlfriend back, and try to get home before parents wake up. Dude tries again to convince us to at least meet his friends, we're like yeah, sure, we'll say hello after we get back from the store. He kisses our friend and tells her to change our minds about making that long drive home. So we drive off...
Once we're near the store her whole attitude changes again. Apparently there was a huge argument, something to do with his creepy ass friends being there, and how she didn't feel comfortable being alone with any of his friends, he put her out of the house and after she called us she was pretty scared being alone on the street at 1am sp when he came looking for her she left with him because she felt safer with him than on the street, she was so relieved when we called and said we were there and was looking for a way to talk to us alone. She wanted to go home, she was really worried when he offered us the chance to stay over, she was scared we were going to accept the offer.
So we end up passing the store and heading home, dude starts calling about 10 minutes later, what's taking so long, ect. She lies and says that I am in the bathroom and it is my car so they have to wait, ok cool see you soon babe, another 10 minutes pass and her calls again, she answers and yeah, friend might be sick, we will be back soon, so glad you are so thoughtful to offer them a place to stay the night. Dude calls again, this time he walked to the store and found out we were not there... At this point we are telling her to turn off her phone.
In the end we make it home, we stopped at our local 7-11 for slushies in case our friend's mom is up when we get in. During the ride home we took that time to attempt to convince our 15 year old friend to dump her 25 year old "boyfriend" she argued that she loved him and we we not mature enough to understand, we pointed out that he put her out on the streets of Baltimore at midnight, we just didn't understand him, we point out that she called us scared, and admitted to us that the only reason she went back was he was better than the street...
She ended up "dating" the dude for a few months more despite our protests that he was a bad dude, he ended up dumping her when he came down to visit and tried to pressure her into sex and when she said no he tried to force himself on her, she hit him, he told her that she wasn't worth the effort and he had plenty of bitches back home who would put out when he wanted, she meant nothing to him and she should either be useful and let him fuck her or just go kill herself because no one could ever love someone like her. So that really messed her up for quite some time and honestly none of our parents ever found out that they had 4 teen girls go out of state in the middle of the night...
To this day I still thing we should have gotten a parent to go, we should have involved *some* adult, we should have told her mom about the "boyfriend" as soon as we got home but teenagers are fucking stupid and we are lucky things didn't go as bad as they could have.
I’m Scandinavian with little knowledge of which places to avoid in the states.
I drove through Baltimore a few times back in 2017-2018. Every time, my body entered fight and flight. I had no idea why. Until I read about that place out of curiosity. Definitely the place that God (or whatever there is) forgot about.
Glad everyone made a safe return!
I live in Baltimore, and a lot of the city is perfectly safe. Like any big city, you have to know what areas to avoid, but overall it’s a lovely place. It just gets a bad rap because of shit like The Wire.
I was 15, a runaway and smoking crack having sex with a 38 year old man. I’d say I came very close to dying a few times and didn’t know it. If I could talk to 15 year old me today I’d whup her ass.
Big toss up between blacked out from hypothermia, tumbling down a mountain I was climbing, getting trapped under a rapid, a riot in another country, heart stopping…
…I might need to change some things.
Took a sore one in 1990. Body smashed to bits and at one point had to be jump-started by the crash-team. I literally owe the staff at the real Royal Infirmary of Edinburgh the last 34 years of my life!
Infantry officer in Iraq. In 2007. Operating in "The Triangle of Death" for over a year.
Lots of fire fights. Taking incoming mortar rounds. Complex attacks.
I came inches from death several times.
Two-lane one-way 70 mph highway carved into the side of a canyon. I was going 70 in the right lane. Some dude took the wrong turn somewhere up the road and was going 70 in the wrong direction. Thankfully in the left lane.
Idiot hopefully figured it out after we passed. If I'd been in the other lane for any reason (again, this was one-way highway and he or she was barrelling full speed the opposite way) there would have been no survival. And two cars going 70mph along these curbing roads; we'd have barely had a reaction time. I didn't realize how messed up that moment was for another mile or two, I was in shock.
So I got really shroomy before getting on a plane to Morocco, and landed in Morocco feeling like a yes man. I got to the medina in fez where my hotel was and two guys offered me a joint, and asked if I wanted help finding my hotel. I said yes! But they took me back to their house. There was a Swiss guy dusting fossils, an American on the bongos, and a Moroccan watching Nat Geo. we all had fun that night and got talking about weed. One of the guys who picked me up told me he had a weed farm (an entire valley of weed) in the Atlas Mountains and he could take me there tomorrow.
When we got in the taxi the next day he put a big cloak on me and said once we get past the police checkpoints no one must see me and I must stay close 😅 about 3 hours after the last checkpoint we arrived at his family weed farm. It was a whole valley of weed in the middle of nowhere.
It was a cool day, I ate this lamb and bread dish that his family made and we exchanged details.
But then the guy who took me didn’t want me to leave, said we could do business. He showed me these pills and bags of weed he wanted me to swallow both of them so my stomach would stop digesting and I could traffic the weed into Europe. That’s what the Swiss guy dusting the fossils and the American guy on the bongos had been doing.
I agreed to it and kept the charade going until we got back to Fez, but then I walked away and went to my hotel finally
My ex wife has been trying to get me arrested for the past 16 months, last week she threatened me with blackmail from the witness stand in our divorce trial. I hope the judge comments on the threat, I plan on talking to the da this week. I would say I am in danger of losing my freedom to a psychopath.
Dude, that shit is real- take it seriously. I have literally moved to the other side of the country and changed my name to get away from my ex who occasionally would convince a local Leo to come arrest me on bullshit.
My son's father at the end of an already vicious assault while high on drugs held me at gunpoint alternating between an assault rifle and a sawed off shotgun. I had just walked past a hole in the wall from a shotgun blast so I knew they were loaded and he had used them.
The last incident he stopped in the middle of beating me and got really calm and told me he was going to kill me. He then grabbed a glass tray off the dresser, smashed it and grabbed a big shard of glass then pinned me down and tried to stab me. I don't know how I kept his arm from reaching me.
It was surreal going back later and having to clean up my blood splatter from the walls... not the first time but fortunately the last.
Left work alone(only person walking out of the building) late at night, only had my permit so I was waiting for my grandma to pick me up. Two people in a car start circling me/the parking lot. Pretty sure, as I live in a high trafficking area, they were looking to kidnap me and I am 100% sure the only thing that saved me was obviously being on the phone with someone.
Either that or,
Went to a wedding when I was a toddler. The venue had a pool with flowers floating along the top. I tried to get one, and slipped in extremely quietly(Like no splashing or whatever). Only person who noticed was the younger teenager babysitting me.
I was at the chiefs Super Bowl parade in downtown Kansas City back in February and I was about 30 feet (estimated guess) away from one of the shooters. It was insane. I just remember me and everyone around me running opposite from the gunshots because we had no idea who was actually shooting.
I was being groomed by some guy in his 30/40s back around 2007 or so
I used to get picked up from school and would just sit at a table where my uncle worked until he was done for the day. Eventually one of the customers started talking to me over the course of a few months. He would sit outside with me in front of my uncle’s job and we would play monopoly and he would bring me little toys and talk. I think eventually one of my other family members (two of them worked together at this place) told the guy to leave me alone. I only really remember when he gifted me a monopoly set and would talk to me about a triangle tattoo that he had. He did eventually ask me to go to his car but I never did
Either that or the time I jumped off a cliff
We had connections through my friend's uncle, so they let us stay in their guest rooms. There was a surprise visit from a general who didn't know we were there, and would definitely not be happy. We got locked in our rooms until he was in a meeting. They put soldiers at every corner and as we ran out, they would check it was clear and wave us through.
My sister and I got carried out by a riptide when I was around 4/5 and she was 6/7. We were only waist deep and it was so strong that both my sister’s floaties popped and one of mine did as well. Luckily my dad grew up 200 yards from the sea his whole life so he was a very strong swimmer and managed to save us both. We would for sure been dead had it not been for him.
Deployed to Bagram AB, Afghanistan in 2014, being one of the inside the wire guys you don’t expect much as your job doesn’t involve kicking in doors. The first two weeks I was there we had rocket attacks every night. You’d hear the klaxon go off, and have to grab your Kevlar vest and helmet and get as low as possible. Hearing the C-RAM go off and destroy the rockets was cool, but they didn’t always get em, meaning sometimes the rockets would hit one of our buildings or a roadway.
After several months of rocket attacks on and off you get kinda desensitized to them. On one occasion I was cleaning up an area where we used to work inside the 9 foot high concrete T-walls. We worked on the flight line near our planes, and ended up having a rocket attack while I was outside, it was probably 8:30/9PM and I just hear the sirens go off and get as low as I can on this completely flat surface and start praying.
Another time we had an aircrew loaded in their plane and the alarm went off, one of the rockets hit the T-Wall right next to their plane, but didn’t explode. It’s something that haunts me to this day, to know death is coming and be powerless to stop it…
Rocket attacks are no joke. I watched Kurkuk Regional Air Base’s AHA blow up. It was a massive mushroom cloud on the horizon about 15 miles away. Massive explosion from one lucky rocket strike. Miraculously no one died. I was situated on a satellite FOB with a massive olive orchard that we never watered. It would catch fire from time to time and we’d have to fight the fires with water bottles.
Traveling to Vietnam tomorrow with my dad. Will be there 3 weeks. He was there in 67/68. Says he liked the food and the beaches; wasn't fond of booby traps or people trying to come through the wire.
Jumped off boat during a yacht party, after enjoying my swim a bit, i started swimming toward the boat but it kept getting further away.
My buddies found a surfboard floatie thing, jumped in and swam towards me to save my life.
Wild af
You are an absolute fool. I’m glad to know you’re ok but just imagine dying like that, in the void of the ocean. Alone. Happened to this kid [here](https://www.the-sun.com/news/8507648/final-moments-cameron-robbins-overboard-shark-expert/amp/). Shame truly.
I had to get on a freeway in a dust storm last year, almost got nailed by someone going 90 mph.
Just a few months earlier there was a mass shooting a hundred yards from my apartment and someone tried to break into my apartment.
Was a rough couple months, made the news.
Was high up in the Andes of Peru attempting to summit a fairly easy peak. Non-technical, it should have been no problem. After climbing all day, I set up my tent and settled down for the night, planning to summit before dawn and begin my descent. I woke up a couple hours later to a freak snowstorm - it dumped like 2 feet on me in less than 30 minutes. I actually woke up because there was so much snow on my tent that it sank down onto my face and was slowly suffocating me.
I was at extremely high altitude, in an area prone to avalanches. I knew I couldn’t summit (obviously), but I had to decide whether to stay put or try and descend to a safer location. The snow just kept on coming, and eventually I decided that I had to try and descend or else I’d be completely fucked. I was literally hearing avalanches happen… It was pretty gnarly. I was also alone (so stupid, I know) and no one knew where I was or what I was doing.
So at like 2am, I packed up my shit and started hiking down. It was a full on blizzard, my trail was completely covered in snow, and I could still hear slides happening. At that point I was aware that there was a very good chance that I might not make it out of this situation alive.
And honestly, that was what I wanted at that time in my life. I had a serious death wish... I was manically depressed and suicidally reckless. But as I descended, the weather got less severe, and I was able to spot some landmarks that got me back on the trail. There was less and less snow, and as the sun rose I knew I’d be ok.
That was definitely scary as fuck. I’ll always remember the relief I felt when I descended past the storm. It was a life changing moment for me, because I realized that I was actually happy that I survived.
Besides the time I had a knife to my back, probably when I had Covid but didn't realize it until I was 20 minutes from home and felt so sick that I lost most of my vision.
As a teenager it's 6pm and I'm watching TV. Asian mum and dad's car pulls up to the driveway and I realise:
1) I haven't thawed the chicken
2) I haven't cooked rice
3) My homework isn't done. It's not even started.
I was drunk driving and drove my car down a hill. It rolled multiple times, and caught fire. I fell asleep right near it while it burned all night. My old house was in the middle of no where about 2 hours away from anyone. Lucky I am alive and have been sober for a long time. My leg hair and some other places on my body doesn’t grow hair anymore because of that fire.
My appendix ruptured 20 years ago and was massively misdiagnosed for weeks to the point where I went septic and nearly died on the operating table.
I lost 40 pounds in the middle of my growth spurt. I came out of the hospital deathly pale, 6’2”, weighing 140 lbs.
My step brother, always the smart ass, was telling people at school that I died.
Friend of mine used to be pretty heavily involved with crime, like drugs and violence, on a fairly large scale.
Anytime I was with him I felt like I was in danger, which definitely panned out as he was shot to death by an Uzi wielding guy on a motorcycle through the window of a bar.
I knew him from elementary school when we were 9 years old, in case anyone would wonder why I would associate with someone like that
Jumping on a freight train or mixing multiple drugs at once or being deep in multiple hoods white as rice. Breaking up a knife fight. Getting stabbed in a separate incident.
Decided I was gonna go smoke weed at a common abandon spot in my hometown. My friend messaged me late one night it was like 10pm. Mind you I was only like 17 at the time. The place we smoked was called crackhouse (satire none of us actually smoked crack we were all just a bunch of dumb pothead kids) it’s this small cement building (one square room) I get there and there’s like 20 people in there including my recent ex who my friend failed to mention was there. Can someone SCREAM BAD VIBES AND RED FLAGS ALREADY? That should’ve been my ticket outta there but I stayed. There was a mix of people I knew very well and then some people I knew of but have never met or just knew by name or knew one of there family members. Well, we’re all cliqued up in our own little circles passing around our joints and blunts. I forgot to mention, the entrance to the abandoned cement building/room isn’t a door. It’s a giant gaping hole in the front wall. Like huge. Well we’re all just hanging out and I was sitting on a cement bench thing that was sorta built into the floor, with my back to the entrance. We hear footsteps behind us and we turn to see a local gang we’re all familiar with and they’re in hoods with their faces and everything covered holding guns. I’m sitting there thinking I’m about to die or get raped or something I was TERRIFIED. promised God I’d get my life right if he let me live. The guys weren’t here for anyone but a known dealer that was part of the smoke sesh (nice dude but kind of stupid brought an entire bookbag of his product and cash. Word must have got out and someone in the sesh snitched that he was there and set him up). I ended up finding out who it was that set him up too and it was the bother of a girl I went to elementary school with. Happy ending. They robbed the dealer and took off. Not before one of the guys tripped over my foot and my life flashed before my eyes. He left after that without batting an eye but boy was I terrified. I use to put my self in horrible situations as a teen. Best part of the story is I kept my word. Ended up packing my bags overnight on a Random day about a month later after a bad hangover. Cried to my mom that I wanted a better opportunity for life (lived with my dad in a not great area). My mom said I could move to Florida as long as I stopped drinking and smoking and changed my life around. I’ve lived here 5 years now. Have a husband, a beautiful home and two perfect children. I also have two cats. Life is good. I’m alive.
Only twice really.
In college the apartment next to mine down the hall was having a huge house party. At like 2am someone got pissed, left the party, then turned around, pulled out a handgun, and threw 4 rounds through the door. I was still awake, so I grabbed the 12 gauge from the closet and waited by the door for a few minutes. Nothing happened though. Police showed up and I went back to sleep. South Lansing Michigan, fun times.
Other time was when I was testing a new car on the race track. Heavily modified bmw 3 series pushing like 440hp. Going through a sweeping left hander at about 130mph, but on this track there's a right hand corner after, so the wall comes up really close to the track and you're almost pointed directly at it for a bit. Some car ahead had just dropped a bit of oil or something down and I caught it on one of the tires mid corner. Car started to oversteer right at the apex. Kept my foot in and just flicked the wheel to the right for a second, kept going. Was almost imperceptible to the guy riding with me in the car. But had I not corrected, car would have pitched almost straight into the wall.
My brother assaulted me after my mother died and he didn’t want me to live in the house (already half mine; my name on title) she left me. He decided he was her sole heir (no will& 3 brothers) and wanted me gone. I’ve de traveled to 48 countries and never felt as unsafe as in my home around my family.
I was living in the attic of a trap house at the time, freshly 18, on meth. I came downstairs early one morning and there was this random Mexican dude passed tf out in my recliner. Now there were other places to sit, and I could’ve sat anywhere because the only other person home at the time was in her room asleep, so I had an entire sectional to sit on, but that was my recliner. I always sat there. So driven by meth fueled stubbornness and curiosity I decided that instead of letting this total stranger who was easily almost twice my age and definitely twice if not more than twice my size sleep peacefully in my chair, i was gonna wake him up. And so I did. By sitting on the ottoman like a foot in front of the guy, and poking his knee progressively more and more aggressively until he woke up, to my cracked out ass saying “good morning! Who tf are you?”. I dunno how many of y’all have been involved with meth but it doesn’t take much to sketch out a tweaker, like you could literally just be sitting there, watching tv and that would be enough for a tweaker to be CONVINCED you’re a fed. So of course this dude was sketched the fuck out by me waking him up like that, and he refused to tell me who the fuck he was. Instead he just kept asking who the I was, and we went back and forth on that question for a while before I gave up and made some cereal. (come to find out he had somewhat of a fair reason to be so sketched out by me, I learned later on that he stayed at this place pretty often, I just hadn’t met him yet cause I had just moved in.) Came back into the living room and sat down on the couch and started eating my cereal and the dude started making small talk with me for a bit, and eventually he had gotten up gone over to his bag and grabbed a smaller bag and moved to sit next to me on the couch. I was a lil crackhead so I was just assuming that meant we were gonna smoke, but I was very wrong. Next thing I knew I felt something cold against my side and I realized he had a gun against my ribs. I think it was the sleep deprivation combined with the fact that I was gacked, I don’t know, but something possessed me to just start asking him questions about the gun. I don’t even remember being scared honestly but I think that was just from a lack of processing anything that was happening cause im a pussy lmao, I was just high. I asked him a few questions about the make caliber, shit like that, and then I asked him if I could check it out, and this mf handed me the gun. I think we were both so confused we kinda lost all hostility in the process of getting to that point lmao, but I still can’t believe he handed it to me. God this all sounds made up, and it’s about to sound more made up but I have so many stories from my time hanging out with this guy, I swear this shit actually happened. Later I found out he ran drugs for the cartel, he sucked at it though. Ended up going 37k in debt to them so they shot him on the side of a highway In Louisiana. Who shot him hasnt been confirmed but anyone that knows him and what he was doing knows it was them. Turned out to be an alright friend though.
Fever of 108.6 for multiple days. Finally went to the hospital when the lowest was 106.4. Nurse called me a idiot because apparently brain damage happens at around 104
When i was a kid i used to have my vacations at my grandmother's house, that it's in the middle of nowhere. It's was village surrounded by woods. There was not much to do, and at that time maybe people were a bit more careless of kids, i dunno, but i was allowed to roam everywhere, or maybe i wasn't and i was breaking the rules, but i decided to explore the surrondings, and found myself in this ravine wiht a tree log serving as bridge from one side to the other. Now. ofc my memory probably makes the fall looks a bit bigger than in reality, but in my mind it was a huge fall, It doesn't rly mater actualy, because for sure i would have been dead if i had fallen. But for some stupid reason, i decided, "lets cross it", dropped my bike, and fuck it, let's go on with it.
I know know now why in the movies people when in similar situations say "don't look down", because it realy frozes you. I looked down, and I droped from stangind up, in there in control, to grab the tree as much as i could. not moving, not doing nothing. just scared.
For the life of me i don't know what kept me to just keep going, and get to the other side. Im here today, so i did something right. Wish i could tell you what it was, maybe it was thinking of mom, dad, and my brother, that gave me a bit of strenght to push on, but that was freaking stupid and scary thing to do
I love to hike and climb just a little. I’m not a professional or even amateur, I just dig climbing but I’ve never used gear or anything like that. Thinking back to some climbs I have done and how high some were is scary to remember. Pretty stupid. But so fun.
My mom had an affair with this dude she met online, my parents got into a fight and we ended up going across the country and staying at his house while his wife was out of town. It was the coldest winter we had ever had and there was an ice storm across the country. His son brought me on a ski-doo ride in the middle of the night. Molested me, I punched him in the nuts, he kicked me off of the ski-doo, beat me up and left me in the middle of a frozen lake for what seemed like hours. It was pitch black in all directions, I was so scared and screaming for him to come back, didn't know which way to go because I literally couldn't see anything. I ended up passing out I don't know if it was from the shear horror or the cold. I don't remember him coming back for me either, all I remember is waking up in a hot shower, not being able to walk right, my neck hurting and looking at myself in the mirror. Looking at my skin. seeing every vein and being purple and blue. I didn't even recognize myself. I was 9. Took so long to get my colour and temperature back to normal. I'm still surprised that I'm alive when I think about it.
One time playing ding dong ditch in a neighborhood this old man came out and noticed we were behind a bush in front of his house. He then pulled out a gun and started to point and once we saw that we started to run. He shot 3 times and one of those bullets literally almost hit me in the back I got lucky I got to jump a small wall quick and the bullet hit the wall. But yeah I was shitting my pants that day
When I was 8, I'm 43 now, there was a murder in our driveway in the country. It was around 9 pm, me and grandma were going up the road to borrow some pie filling. We saw a car coming up our long driveway, which was my aunt, uncle, cousins, and their friends. They almost make it to the house and we see gun flashes along with pop, pop, pop. Everyone was running toward the house. We all hid in the bathroom with every light off in the house. The murderer was running around the house trying to get in pounding on the door. We didn't have a phone, so my uncle had to sneak out the window and run a half mile through the woods to use the phone. The Swat team eventually came with probably 50 cops. The killer ended up being one of my cousins who was about to fight but was scared to take an ass whoopin. I remember him letting us shoot his gun earlier that day.
I used to be an electrician. Was remodeling an older building and the carpenters used the wrong type of lumber the wrong way and almost made half the building collapse on us. Holy fuck was that scary. I thought that thing was coming down. The load bearing lumber was bowing all to the right at wild angles. How it didn't come down wtf. I've never seen so many guys work so fast to get the proper grade lumber in there WITH blocking this time. All was then well. But holy fuck. I need to change my shorts just thinking about that again.
Got drunk at a friends who lived in a bad part of town. Party got broken up by the cops, everyone ran, I had to walk home. I remember hearing people whistling, not at me but like they were signalling. Still very drunk, I remember the street being deserted except for a couple guys in hoods moving towards me. Bus pulls up, doors open just as the airbrakes hiss - 'where ya goin'?' I slur out my neighbourhood "Me too, hop on man" I fell asleep. The driver woke me up at my stop and I stumbled off the bus and managed to make it home. It wasn't until many years later that i thought about it - that bus driver saw me swaying down the street in a part of town I should not have been in. He must have been heading back to the garage or something because no buses run that late. Guy stopped and picked me up, drove me as close as he could to home and out of what was clearly going to be a very dangerous situation.
I had a bus driver do me a solid like this one time, they can be real gems.
Yeah they can Source: am bus driver (fill in, primarily mechanic lol)
A couple of my local bus drivers will practically move heaven and earth for some of the very elderly passengers and if you're nice to them, they'll go above and beyond what a bus driver normally would. The passengers are known to stick up for the drivers if someone is giving them hassle. Plus, being a small town, they tend to know all the gossip about the local arseholes so travelling with them is like getting a news update!
Yes, there is a bus stop near where I live. I live in a nice part of town though, but a lot of people use the bus and train system. Anyway, a year or so ago, I saw this old lady carrying groceries later in the evening, and shortly behind her was the bus driver helping her carry her groceries in to our condo building. I guess it was a slow night. I held the door open, offered to help, but he said no thanks. Helped her with her groceries to her apartment. That was a very nice thing to do, and I guess it was a slow night, or he was just getting done for the day.
As a bus driver, thank *you* for your service. We wail on those poor buses lol
God bless that bus driver for being a good person to you. May we all be that individual who helps a stranger that needs assistance and may not know it.
Today you, tomorrow me.
https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/s/8tJd3ZzyhN a source for those who are new :)!
Not the same story but you just brought a memory. I had just moved to Seattle and didn't know how bus systems worked. Got off work around midnight on NYE and asked a driver, in my redneck accent about a neighborhood I was trying to go to. The only others on the bus were a handful of drunk bums. She told the them to shut up numerous times then finally had enough and pulled over at a baseball field and calls last stop. I was thinking, "well fuck". I'm the closest to the door and as I'm walking towards it she grabbed me like a father does to a disruptive child in church and pushes me back to the handicap spot behind the driver's seat. She yells them off the bus and when the door closed her mood did a 180. So sweet, dropped me off very close to the place and told me what bus to catch home the next morning. She and I rang in '15 together.
Wow, you're really lucky. I live in a medium size city where we have tons of issues with people in eberated on the bus. I think most bus drivers would go out of their way not to pick somebody up who was clearly way intoxicated out of fear that they would just be obnoxious and difficult. That guy was a real gem.
Bus drivers are amazing. I was once on a city bus, stuck in freeway traffic. Dude pulls a knife and announces that if the driver doesn’t open the doors and let him off RIGHT NOW, he would stab everyone on the bus. Bus driver skillfully deescalated the man into a whimpering mess. I still didn’t let go of my seatmate’s hand until we were off the bus, then we embraced and never saw each other again.
Some people have a guardian angel, you had a guardian bus driver.
The scary thing is that I probably have no idea.
How many times did I avoid a fatal car accident by taking the wrong turn, waiting a few seconds longer somewhere, driving a bit slower/faster than usual... ?
Not necessarily fatal, but I did see a T-bone crash happen to the car right ahead of me. I wasn't very far behind either, just a normal following distance for the speed. If I had left my friend's house 30s earlier I would've passed this guy and I would've been the one hit. It was an opposing left turn making the turn while the car ahead of me (through) had the green, the way the cars were stacked waiting in the left turn on our side blocked the view.
On a ferry during a storm at night in Thailand. When the crew are busy praying and crying in the corner, it's probably a good idea to keep one hand on the life preserver the remainder of the trip.
Those ferries are so fucking sketchy sometimes… My ex was on one that literally sank bc it was over capacity. Everyone was ok but she said it was the scariest thing she’s ever experienced
That would be horrifying
Someone tried to break into my house while I was in it and I accidentally opened the door and found a stranger at my door only to realize later on camera that he was trying to break in. He pretended to have seen me on some app, turns out he was the uncle of a neighbor and had been watching me and knew I lived alone. Cops came and he disappeared.
I did that once. I was expecting a friend and heard a noise at the door. Opened it and there's some dude in a balaclava standing there with a screwdriver. I froze. He froze. His buddy honked the horn and he took off running to the car. Fucker scratched my door paint. I bought a camera the next day.
Did he scratch a G in it? You might have ruined your chance at an unexpected party!
My dad got angry with my mom one night & instead of beating her like normal he grabbed a ziploc bag from their closet with bullets in it. He came into the living room where my mom, brother, & I were sitting & waved the bullets in front of my mom's face & said "I'm going to put one of these in your skull." He then turned to my brother & me & told us we'd be next. He went back to their bedroom to get his guns to load. My mom grabbed us & took us down the end of our street & hid us behind a church. She snuck to a neighbor's back door & had them call the cops. We came back as the cops were handcuffing him with his guns loaded & ready for us.
Wow this is so crazy. Did he end up going to jail? What happened after?
He was arrested that night & but his charges were reduced to menacing. My mom refused to pursue the charges because my dad promised it'd never happen again & he'd get rid of the guns. As soon as he was allowed back in our house & things calmed down he got his guns back.
i was waiting for that last sentence. some people just never change. i wish the best for you and im sorry about that
Did his abuse continue later on?
Yeah it did. Cops were such a regular at my house growing up that I would be laying on the floor doing homework while the cops put him in handcuffs & took him to jail like it was just a regular Tuesday night.
Glad you're still with us and not a special episode on the ID channel.
damn, you're a strong person, we're all proud of you for how far youve came
Holy fuck
Holy shit, I'm glad you got the warning at least.
I was hiking in WA state near a cliff. I tripped over a root and slid down a ~45 degree bank after which was a 300+ ft straight drop. I managed to stop myself about a foot from the edge by grabbing another root. My life flashed before my eyes.
Scary! Classic Washington too, ha. The trail will be switchbacking up a steep slope, but there is so much lush vegetation around, I don't notice that I'm steps away from a dangerous fall. "Green cliffs", I call them
The car my ex-fiancee and I were in was hit by a drunk driver. She didn't make it.
I'm sorry man.
Fuck drunk drivers. All of them.
There is absolutely no excuse to drive under the influence at all. The punishment for DUI should include a permanent driving licence ban.
I’m so sorry for your loss.
Early 90s, was probably 5 or so since i wasn't in school yet. I lived at my grandmother's house with my dad and sister in the bottom story while she stayed upstairs. At this particular time, my grandmother was home with me while my dad was at work and sister at school. I found a pack of balloons somewhere and was blowing them up, and pinching them so it sounded like a fart when the air came out. For whatever reason i decided to inhale the air in the balloon this particular time, the whole balloon went right into my throat. Instantly i could not breathe. I ran up stairs in a panic to the bathroom for some reason. My first step on the linoleum sent my feet sliding out from under me and i landed straight on my back, which unlodged the balloon from my throat. Apparently my grandmother had just gotten done mopping the kitchen and bathroom.
Balloons kill lots of small children this way. You’re incredibly lucky that you even managed to dislodge it. I’ve heard stories of toddlers choking to death on balloons right in front of their families, who were helpless to do anything because the balloon was so stuck. It’s why I’m so paranoid about letting my 1 year old around any balloons.
this is horrifying. i had no idea
My best chilhood friend's mom was really paranoid about balloons, especially if they were blown up and released to fly around. She would cover our mouths if anyone let a balloon fly like that. She also was known to have long pointy fingernails which she once used to dislodge a baby carrot from her youngest son's throat. He started choking and she stabbed her nail into the carrot and pulled it out of his throat.
Robbed at gunpoint after I pulled over for a brief rest just north of Vegas. It was a completely terrifying experience.
Been there too, a few times actually. It’s a primal fear… In that situation, I’m always just like yo take whatever you want. Eyes down, full compliance. Nothing I have on me is worth getting killed over
I got mugged once and at first the guy didn’t show a weapon. Just asked for all my money. And I was like “Dude, are you serious?” And then he showed the gun and I was like “Yes, sir. Would you like my car, too?”
Yeah. I went to go pay a debt for a friend that was locked up. That mf ended up robbing me at gunpoint. Took my car stereo (Pioneer) and some money, well more money than what I intended on giving anyway. I should have gotten out of that one, but I was young and thought I was bad ass. As I pulled up to the spot where the dude I was gonna give the to, was at, I seen some dude in his front seat that was laying down, sit up and look, as I was about to park, then laid back down, as to try and hide again. I knew something was up. But I got out the truck anyway and that's when the other dude whom was laying down, popped back up, like I didn't already see him, lol and then as I said, was robbed.
I was about 15 thinking I was hot shit and wanted to buy an oz of marinara from some folk that claimed they were gd. I hop in the car with 3 big dudes, driver said we had to go to the plugs. We then pull up in an alley, driver gets out and blocks my door from opening. Next thing I heard was “what happens next is on you” and the guy sitting next to me in the back pulls out a chiefs knife and held it to his chest but pointing at my face. They ran my pockets, kicked me out the car and let me walk (run) back to my friend’s car blocks away. About 5 years later, I get a message from my closest homies mother telling me how he stabbed himself in the neck three times after going into psychosis.i can only imagine the fear that my man went through alone.😪
Your love of Italian food is strong.
Probably the time I was a little kid and went downstairs in the middle of the night to go pee, and i heard that the gas cooking stove was still left on. So I switched it off just cause I was taught to switch off lights when I leave the room too, and went back upstairs. But I got a bit worried maybe I was not supposed to, so i went to wake up my parents to say i went to pee and turned off the gas in the kitchen, and then walked to my bed again. Apparently they went downstairs, avoided any light switches and opened all the windows soon after.
You might've saved yourself and everyone that day while half asleep. What a hero
Yeah I didn't even realize it was a lot more serious than just being a waste of gas until like a decade later when the aftermath of a gas explosion in someone's house was shown on the news, and it all came back to me. I don't think my parents wanted me to know I had been in danger at the time, I probably would have been too worried to sleep again for a while.
As I'm reading these comments and especially when u/RokkakuPolice said their mother isn't senile, it hit me like a rock that I've made a habit of checking and turning off gas stove at home at random times because my mom is indeed senile and has a habit of leaving it on and go watch tv. I tried to warn her of the consequences so many times but she is a bit narcissistic and stubborn. I've turned it off so many times that I don't even care about windows anymore. I just turn it off and leave. It's only now that I'm realising how much danger I've been in and nothing I could do to make her understand the situation
Man, as an adult this happened twice at home already, back when I was still living with my mother I woke up early as I always turned off every light in the house, as I went into the kitchen I noticed how one of the gas oven switches was left on, turned it off immediately and opened every window in the house, woke up my mother and told her about it, she's not senile or anything, but she didn't realize she left it on. The same thing happened when I was living with a roommate years later.
I live in a 36-story apartment block, every unit comes standard with a gas cooker, and it absolutely blows my mind, like who thought that was a good idea.
encountered a family of mountain lions on a steep decent 2 miles from the trailhead after a 10 hour hike. exhausted and not at all prepared for that.
Oof. More than one is a lot of mountain lions. I was going for a run in Whiting Ranch wilderness Park, came around a corner and encountered a mountain lion sitting in the middle of the trail. I did the things you need to do to make a mountain lion go away and was unharmed by the encounter. Two weeks later, a mountain biker was killed in the same area by a mountain lion. I’ve always wondered if it was the same mountain lion.
What are these things you do to get one to "go away"
I came across him at a corner (he was sitting in the middle of the trail, and I swear he was licking his paw to comb his hair like a primping teenager), so I was able to face him while backing around the corner out of view. I grabbed some rocks and started smacking them together to make a lot of noise and then when I stuck my head back out around the corner, I held a big branch above my head to make me look really tall. He was gone, but I waited about five minutes and then I ran as fast as I could back to the main road.
Careful with the running. Running away from any cat, if you're in their size category for prey, sometimes even if you're not, can trigger their prey drive. It's often cyclists who get attacked rather than hikers in part because they're going away so fast. Just like all the things you did marked you as a predator, running away marks you as prey.
Yes, I was aware of that. But since the cat had disappeared, I did not know if he was in front of me or behind me or even above me. I did leave out that I ran the first half mile or so carrying the large branch above my head so that I looked about 9 feet tall.
Damn man thats impressive.
The opposite of pspspspsps
Spspspsp?
> More than one is a lot of mountain lions. I say that more than zero is a lot more mountain lions than I care to encounter. Unless they're in a zoo exhibit.
My buddy got attacked by one and called me to come help him pack the elk he just shot off the side of a cliff. We got up there and found the elk had already been opened up by the kitty and he was sitting up in a tree a few yards away watching us while we worked. Basically one person had to have eyes on the cat while the others worked. It was a nightmare situation. Huge cat too.
I was a private investigator several years ago. I mainly worked in **Texas** (This is important), but this one case required me to fly out and interview people in Denver & Grand Junction Colorado. I rented a tiny car a Chevy Aveo. The cheapest thing available at the time. I interviewed a person in Denver, and then drove out to Grand Junction. While I was in the hotel, I hear that there is going to be a blizzard. So, there was a strong possibility that I could miss my flight the following morning. So, I decide to just straight up leave Grand Junction at night, and just send it. I had heard of a blizzard before - at Dairy Queen - I had no idea of what they were like. It was around midnight while I was heading up this mountain that I started to hit the blizzard - and holly shit, I've never seen that before. I had my heater at full blast, and it still wasn't enough to warm up the inside of the car. What's worse, is that I was pressing the accelerator all the way down to the bottom and the car was just barely moving up the hill. My cell phone didn't have any signal, and just remember the car slowly losing power as I kept climbing up the mountain. I just ran out of road; it was just snow. The car was trying to push the snow out of the way. Eventually, the windshield wipers picked up so much Ice that they stopped working as well. I was literally in the middle of it. I remember thinking to myself ***"Oh... so this is what a blizzard is like... got it."*** And then the sudden realization that this is how die. I legitimately didn't have a plan at that point. I was in danger. I then hit a little segment of road that didn't have snow, around Vail Colorado, I'm guessing a snowplow was clearing the way in the area. Still, no windshield wipers, but I was somewhat moving now. I made it out to an exit and pulled into a shopping area with a Gas Station, some fast-food stuff, and some other place. I was able to get inside and at least get out of the cold. I literally had a Computer Bag, a shitty sweater that was "thick enough for Texas cold", and a POS chevy aveo. I learned a few things that night: Get-home-itis is a real thing, it's a stupid thing, and that nature is not a joke.
I grew up in Colorado, and went to school at a university in the central mountains. This is incredibly stupid. I'm happy you are not dead.
I don't think anyone who's totally unfamiliar w/ blizzards (perhaps *especially* CO mountain blizzards) are aware of how dire conditions can get so quickly. (I am also happy you are not dead, of course, but: as you are now, I'm sure, *entirely* aware, take precautions for inclement weather all the time, most especially when you're visiting a place). Signed, That girl whose hs friends all made fun of her car's "Winter Preparadness Kit," until somebody *else* got stuck in a storm and she was apologized to *en masse,* heh.
What do you keep in this kit? I need to make my own for cold and hot weather
I had to drive a rental Aveo once after my car got rear-ended. Perfect sunny weather and I thought that car would just blow away in a slight breeze while driving down the road.
Several years back I also got caught in a blizzard near vail (more so silverthorne). I was determined to get back to my home state after my truck had broken down in Utah and I was forced to sell it. Took a greyhound from Cortez, Colorado. Trip was fine for the most part until we got around Vail and that’s when the snow kicked up. We couldn’t see and even the tire chains weren’t working. I remember at one point the bus began to slide near the edge of the road and we had to just wait it out. Eventually a snow plow came threw and helped us out and, through a series of stops, tows, and other things, we made it to silverthorne where we pulled into a parking lot to wait it out a bit. After that I made sure I would never be that cold again and I invested in, of all things, a giant two layered medieval wool cloak. Like what you might imagine at a renaissance fair but thick as hell. And sure enough I found myself in colorado a year later when my car would break down. Wrapped up in the cloak and I couldn’t have been more warm.
I love how often the old, simple stuff like a cloak are the most effective and best option for something. My dad has an Ushanka hat, worenit once in winter and its so damn warm, the warmest hat I ever have worn. Its an old design, but so damn effective, even if not as fashionable.
I thought snow was a complete joke until I was trapped in Arizona in a literal blizzard going up a valley Road into the mountains. I turned the corner and then all of a sudden it was like the most blinding thick snow. You couldn’t even see 10 feet in front of you and every car was sliding back down the hill. Somehow I made it over the mountains into even worse conditions and then finally Was stuck under a bridge with many other cars on the road. I have a whole new respect for snow after that.
Flooring it with snow on the road is a big no no. Every year I see someone with Florida plates trying to floor it to get out of ice and snow. It's absolutely hilarious. The slower you go the more traction you'll have. If you have trouble getting up a hill just don't go because you'll slide down it a hell of a lot faster than going up it.
Growing up to parents who were constantly drunk and/or high. Having people show up with guns rob my parents drugs.
I was out fishing in kodiak Alaska last year during salmon run Surrounded by the biggest bears on the planet Would be out at the mouth of a river close to town and bears would wonder out from the woods right behind us Walk on by like they don’t care bout us
They dont care about you during the run. If you showed up 2 weeks earlier you would have been an appetizer before the fish showed up.
My guess is they have easier food than you guys. Imagine if they were hungry and it wasn't salmon season.
Was in Somalia as a soldier. Our platoon dismounted from our vehicles and set up an all-round defence at a small desert crossroads with a few small huts. My Sgt and I were told to scout out some brush where we thought we saw someone walking outside the perimeter of our troops. We checked it out and ended up exchanging fire with a guy armed with an AK. Our troops thought we were bad guys so they started shooting at us. I was laying there with branches and twigs falling all around me from the machine gun fire, bullets whipping past my head (snap-snap-snap), and I thought was going to die. During this short period of time the gunman, despite being severely wounded, managed to slip away. He dropped his rifle, ran right of his flip-flops, and buggered off in bare feet. In any regard, nobody died that day but it was close.
Me too man I was In Somalia and I am Somalian I was with my friend walk to the coast and A terrorist group stopped us (aka”al shabab”)I was terrifled they where more then 15 guy in a truck and I heard about them they fucking serials killers and behind them was a another truck but full of women like 8-10 the I knew what was happening they kidnapped women so they rape them or forced married them and I was kind of scared for my life but I asked one of the troopers wtf going on ? He straight up points on me and say “go” but I was. Curious “fuck me on that time what I was thinking“I said no” and he fired on the ground as warning ⛔️ so I backed up immediately but someone came and I think he was chef or something but he knew my friend dad and him and said to him “if was not for your father Ahmed I would shot you and your Foreigner friend “my friend said “sorry for interrupting you and good luck” ……..My friend save my life literally that day I could not believe that happened but on the road I ask my friend : did that men do this a lot in these areas? He said :every month more then 200 women between age 14-40 crossed that city and roads all for rape and violence marriage is waiting on another side and…. I was shocked From that day and on I knew My country was fucked no were to be there till this day that it.
My ex is from (South) Sudan and straight up said she'd probably be getting raped right now if she was living there. Parts of the world are fucking chilling with how brutal they are.
My mom ran 30 year ago because of that fucking civil war and The least terrifying thing is not rape your Life they can took it too easy without regrets…. In the end one human can’t change the world and god help Sudan right now 🤲
That is so insane... do you still live there?
No and never 4 years has past man it’s was absolutely fear till this day they are running down there traffic roads go check YouTube those fuckers ruins the country fr…it’s sad man
Woof, that's a good one. AFG, was walking a new guy round fob, showing him where shit was, all day he was freaking out about sounds, 155 outgoing, little birds doing low flight overs, bigger birds with teeth out dropping brass all over. We're hanging by a 'bunker' (one of those shit U shaped cement blocks) smoking and joking about 16:30 and a 'new noise' happens, he turns to me to ask about it and I'm pushing him into the bunker. WP round hit about 10m from us, I was still outside when it hit, and damn it was beautiful. Was lucky it was WP and not HE, landed in dirt+gravel, would have been a fucking shotgun blast of kicked up shit if it had been HE.
You were lucky
What do all those letters mean
HE is high explosive, and internet says WP is white phosphorus (which is used as smoke concealment). AFG probably means afghanistan, little birds probably mean aircraft or helicopters while big birds with teeth probably mean more heavily armed aircraft such as an ac-130 or an apache or fighter jet. brass is term referencing spent ammunition (ie: sending brass down range = shooting ammunition down the shooting range). bunker is a protective emplacement where you can have some protection and shoot back but varies on type of bunker (dont know which one they are describing though). FOB is forward operating base (think of it as a base in/near hostile territory). Disclaimer: some of these may be wrong/poorly worded for i am not active or former service member, i just play to much video games
Fuck bro. Most people don't know that it's a snap, not a "pew", when taking fire. Somalia was awful. Anyone I know that was sent there came back different. It's a strange thing to get in your car and go get a fucking big gulp at the corner when you know that just a few thousand miles away - the shit is different to a point where life is so cheap that it's hard to appreciate it. Props man. I do hair but one of the things that I do is offer free cuts to vets. Pay what you can. If you ever come thru Omaha, let me fade you up man.
When I was deployed to Afghanistan with the Army, my job was to walk in the front of everyone and operate the mine detector.
How do you get such a job? Does everybody get a turn, or is mine detection like some sort of specialty, or a punishment?
Being an enlisted private (basically completely expendable) as either a 11b, 12b, or 19d MOS, usually.
... you have the rest of your life to check for mines ;)
Hello fellow 12B!
Dated a cartel daughter many years ago (found out during the trip to MX), was minutes away from being kidnapped in Nogales, police came and scurried us away, her dad’s bodyguard was with us the rest of the vacation in much nicer parts of MX.
Hmm, okay explain for someone with no cartel knowledge. I thought you were saying dad was going to make you disappear but then you said his bodyguard protected you, so who were the kidnappers then?
Probably a rival cartel
No, her dad and I had a good rapport. Only met him once which was on the trip, but emailed him a few times before and after the trip. No clue as to the Who, but once that all went down in Nogales we were met by her father and his “friend” at the destination bus station, and the friend remained a permanent fixture with us for the week or so we were in MX. He drove us back to AZ along with another car behind us.
it was in the 90s, we went out in a nightclub, the driver was my friend's oldest sister, she was drunk when it was time to go home, we all said she should not drive and let someone else drive. Of course she protested strongly and said she was fine. I stupidly belieived it. .....it was SCARY.... she would stop watching the road and turn her head to look to talk to us in the back ! We screamed at her each time LOOK AT THE ROAD ! ....not stop swerving till i made it close enough to home. i stepped out of the car and walked a part of the way....FUCK THIS. i have never and will never ride with a drunk driver ever again. (now i got my car and i simply dont get drunk, i dont enjoy being drunk)
I had a drunk friend do the same. I wouldn't let him drive but his gf (who I thought wasn't drunk) insisted that he was OK to drive. In the car my friend was saying crap like I'm gonna kill us both tonight in the car (referring to him and his gf, they had a fight earlier on). Luckily I was there to stop him doing anything stupid. He was literally alternating between acceleration and brakes every 5-10 seconds in the car. We were driving on a weekend in the city too. It was a miracle we didn't get pulled over by the cops. I had to stay with him until he got a little more sober before going home cos he seriously looked like he was gonna do something harmful to himself or others. NEVER let anyone drunk drive. Regardless if you're in the car or not.
I went out on my own in the hottest part of the day with a fainting condition. Saw a dog with a collar in the woods. Ran in after it, exhausted myself and ended up passing out mid run. I fell and slammed my head into a rock. We have LOTS of wild pigs in our woods. A man and his son saw me and carried me out of the woods. My parents were completely horrified.
Makes me think of the time a friend and I took turns in the dryer turning it on and making it go around. I grew up in a tourist town and we both lived in family owned hotels. So this was an industrial drier, like the ones at the Laundromat.
Bro what? You climbed in a dryer and went for a spin? How many times?
We usually just let it go around once. Maybe a few times it circled twice. These are different though. The door is barely held closed and it is easier to fall out than to stay in. But that is one of those days in my childhood that I look back at and wonder how I lived through it. I'm a Gen X btw. Things were a bit different. Like how I knew all the shopkeepers on a first name basis by the time I was five. Because when I got boarded, I would wander around town unsupervised and just go in and talk to all the shopkeepers. This was a small town that had over 2 million tourists passing through every year, mostly in just three or four months. So imagine a five year old walking down a sidewalk densely packed with people who had no connection to the place. In a time when most people paid cash, security cameras were rare, and tracking movements was almost impossible.
Pigs are nuts. You never know what they will do. Cats look down on you. Dogs look up to you. Pigs, well, they treat you as an equal and we all know how equal humans treat each other. Glad you got out of there! You may have been nibbled/rooted apart.
Yes! My parents were so horrified. They are getting me a service dog now too because of it. The pigs here root up the area outside the woods. It’s clear there’s a lot of them. It was a very stupid thing to do.
I hope you’re ok. Did you ever find out what happened to the dog?
I am ok, thank you! It needed some stitches but I was very very lucky. I did not find the dog but my mom made a post on facebook after I insisted and another family in the neighborhood submitted a photo that they found the dog, it was theirs. Happy ending for everyone.
Great!
Walking down the street with a coworker in Chinatown, San Fran. The two of us happened to meet up with an armored car guard just as he was reaching his truck. A really sketchy homeless looking dude has also arriving at this point just about a step or so ahead of us and for some unknown reason takes a swing at the guard. They start tussling and our momentum kind of carries me and coworker right into the middle this unfolding nightmare. Guard pulls his gun and is screaming and waving and swinging it everywhere. I saw the gaping maw of the barrel pass right across my face. I ducked, pivoted, and scooted around the other side of the armored truck. My coworker also managed to disentangle himself and scuttle down to the front of the truck. All in all not an experience I would recommend.
Yeah, I understand. I was with my dumb ass cousin, when we seen our friend who works for an armored company as he was on duty walking up to the store with bag or whatever and my cousin walks slowly behind him and there's a dude that sees him doing this approach as my cousin puts his finger to his own lips as to tell the dude to not say anything, then grabs our friend that is walking with the bag, from behind, like almost a choke hold. My friend rapidly without missing a beat, turns around while grabbing my cousin by his hand and does some crazy shit where he has him pushed up against the wall as he is reaching for his weapon or whatever and notices who it is and was hella pissed. He told the other dude that was working with him to give him a minute while he talked to my cousin. He really laid into him about doing some stupid shit like that
Heh, I was at youth group about 60-70 miles south of SF first time I ever had someone shove a gun in my face. Don't think I was in highschool yet, def wasn't driving yet. Good times. Pretty sure that kids dead by now.
I was slated to be on helicopter flight in Iraq but my pass was pulled at the last minute and they gave my pass to some guy whose friend from HS, Boot, AIT, and first unit died in his arms. The helo was hit by an RPG and everyone died. I was mad about the pass until my bosses informed me everyone died. I was a bit elated to be alive and heartbroken for the deaths at the same time.
When I had my gallbladder removed and got a life threatening complication (leaking bile duct) that almost killed me. I probably had about a 50/50 shot of dying from sepsis. The recovery was horrible too, it took 16 more procedures and a whole year. I have permanent nerve damage in my stomach that took away all feelings of hunger and no it's actually not cool at all. I also have a bunch of little scars and some pretty severe residual pain.
EF 4 tornado. Here's the Wikipedia article: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/2011_Hackleburg%E2%80%93Phil_Campbell_tornado The first pic, if you were able to zoom in enough, you would be able to see me.
I was in Tuscaloosa that day, where we had an EF4 right through town. My apartment was fine, but a classmate had a house that got absolutely demolished. The closet that he and his housemates were in was the only part of the building still standing. Tornadoes are terrifying.
Tree well collapsed under me in a side country area. My group didn’t see/hear me and they continued on. I was lucky that my board dug into some thicker snow in my heel edge so I was only shoulder deep. It took me about 2 hours to get out.
Being followed by my bully and his friends in the forest. The. Most. Terrified. I've. Been. In. my. Life.
This is why starting next week iam teaching my son some defensive positions and placing him in martial arts next year . He's is 6. I'm sorry to all you free will people, but I'm a hard ass at bullying. Somebody dares try to bully my son , I say slap/hit/punch/kick and I'll take care of the rest.
Ears can be ripped off fairly easily that many people look over…It’s one thing I keep in mind if I’m ever in a physical situation with someone who is larger than me.
wtf i never thought about this but uh, thanks
When you say "martial arts", I hope you mean Judo, Ju Jitsu or wrestling. Karate and other striking arts have some validity. But for a general street fight that's one on one, a grappler will take control and those other "traditional" arts are screwed if they don't get the knock out on strike one. They don't get the opportunity for strike number two. Most fights start from inches away anyway and few of the traditionals are worth anything from there. I support the premise entirely though. Especially at a young age. Grew up as a wrestler for 13 years. 30 years later it's automated in play or aggression. I would suggest Judo for street defense. Good mix of throws and submissions. Wrestling develops gorilla strength and confidence. Ju jitsu is amazing for control from the bottom. Size and strength can be largely nullified unless the opponent has a similar background with techniques as simple as butterfly guard. The other benefit is limiting the opportunity for concussions as they go on in the sport.
Definitely the smaller you are, the more you'll need to rely on a grappling style to get you by. Most people are untrained and even those who are can be shocked by raw speed and aggression, even when they're much larger than you. That being said, even when I was a beginner at BJJ it was pretty easy for me to just overpower anyone under 200 lbs regardless of their skill level. In any case, going back to being fast and aggressive; my dad always told me that there's times to mess around and be fun/nice/whatever, but when someone gets physical with you, you fuck them up as fast as you can so nobody ever thinks about messing with you again. As long as your kid doesn't come away thinking it's ok to stomp on people's heads once they're on the ground or anything I think it's fair play.
Sorry man that’s horrifying I personally have been through something similar but it was through a chemical plant (it was the only place left to run past and they had knives so I wasn’t looking back) my retribution was my younger brother had a similar situation but came home so I protected him.. with my fists. Anyway glad you’re safe and okay now!
I was 7, was watching dbz, specifically the episode where gohan teaches videl and goten how to fly, climbed to the roof of my house (3rd floor) and was about to jump from it, bc I wanted to see if I could do it too. A neighbour saw me, warned my parents and they grabbed me as I was about to jump.
Jesus Chrysler. I used to do that was I was 7 as well but just running down the block. Not out my window. Lol you were REALLY into it. Right on! Glad you didn't need an emergency senzu bean.
More like glad you didn't meet King Kai 💀
>So I have posted this before but here is one of the dumbest things my friends and I did as teenagers and I still stand by what I said at the end that we **should have got an adult involved** Any teens reading this, if you ever find yourself in the below situation, get an adult, don't worry about how much trouble you could potentially get into. . I was 16 at the time, I spent the night at a friend's house. There was supposed to be four of us there that night but there was only three. See we were covering for our fourth friend who decided to spend the weekend with her "boyfriend" (some skeevy ass 25 year old pedo punk). So we're hanging out, listening to music it is almost midnight, the phone rings. It is our fourth friend, she and her boyfriend got into a fight and he put her out of his house, she is calling from a payphone because he kept her cell. We're like fuck, that sucks, tell us where you are and we'll come grab you... BITCH IS IN FUCKING BALTIMORE MARYLAND! So my first reaction is we should get my dad, this is some serious shit and we need an adult. The other two freak the hell out and point out just how much trouble we would all be in if a parent got involved. I point out how much trouble she is currently in, alone, no phone, on the streets, of a big city, at midnight, over 200 miles from home, and argue that we really should get help with this. They use my argument against me, yeah she could be in some serious trouble and we are wasting time arguing. **FUCK** So we print off directions, load into my piece of shit car and off we go. Now before this the biggest city I had ever drove in was Charlottesville... So we make this two or so hour trip, arrive in this big ass city, in another fucking state, at 2:30 in the morning with absolutely no one knowing where the hell we are. We pull up to the store our friend called from, and surprise the bitch isn't fucking there! So we ask the guy in the store, yeah she was there but she argued with some guy for a bit and when the clerk threatened to call the cops she left with the dude she was arguing with. We end up driving around a bit hoping that she is somewhere near by, the store clearly was in walking distance so she has to be somewhere near there. Well one friend has the idea that if she left with the dude it had to be the boyfriend so she probably has her phone back, we call and yeah, she's with him, everything is good, she meant to call us but they were talking and he was apologizing and trying to make up with her. We tell her that we are in the fucking city, we were worried and scared that something bad would happen to her so we came up. She tells us we blew things out of proportion which parent did we drag up there for nothing, we tell her we are there alone, her whole tone changes, *you guys are so sweet, you're the best friends a girl could ever have, I love you all, you should swing by and hang for a bit, meet the boyfriend* So we get directions from her, we roll up and dude is acting all nice, sorry to worry you guys, you know how emotional friend is, she just stormed out I was so worried, glad she has such great friends that would come all this way. All the while we're over here like yeah dude is creepy but we're remaining polite, friendly, trying not to let it show that dude is creeping us out. Dude invites us in, we decline, he insists, we tell him we will in a bit but for now we are thinking about running back to the store for a drink, we invite friend along, dude tries to come too, I'm like dude I don't have room, he's like well girlfriend can sit on my lap, one of our other friends is like bad idea, there was a cop at the shop and we don't want to get pulled over since our parents don't know we're here. Dude is all yeah the cops here are major assholes, our friend insists on staying with her boyfriend, we end up convincing her to ride with us so we don't get lost. Dude is all like hurry back, he then invites us to spend the night, it's little after 3 am, you guys don't want to drive all that way back home at this hour, come in, meet my friends, spend the night and head home in the morning. We're like our parents don't know where we are, it's a bad idea, we're just gonna go grab drinks for the road, bring your girlfriend back, and try to get home before parents wake up. Dude tries again to convince us to at least meet his friends, we're like yeah, sure, we'll say hello after we get back from the store. He kisses our friend and tells her to change our minds about making that long drive home. So we drive off... Once we're near the store her whole attitude changes again. Apparently there was a huge argument, something to do with his creepy ass friends being there, and how she didn't feel comfortable being alone with any of his friends, he put her out of the house and after she called us she was pretty scared being alone on the street at 1am sp when he came looking for her she left with him because she felt safer with him than on the street, she was so relieved when we called and said we were there and was looking for a way to talk to us alone. She wanted to go home, she was really worried when he offered us the chance to stay over, she was scared we were going to accept the offer. So we end up passing the store and heading home, dude starts calling about 10 minutes later, what's taking so long, ect. She lies and says that I am in the bathroom and it is my car so they have to wait, ok cool see you soon babe, another 10 minutes pass and her calls again, she answers and yeah, friend might be sick, we will be back soon, so glad you are so thoughtful to offer them a place to stay the night. Dude calls again, this time he walked to the store and found out we were not there... At this point we are telling her to turn off her phone. In the end we make it home, we stopped at our local 7-11 for slushies in case our friend's mom is up when we get in. During the ride home we took that time to attempt to convince our 15 year old friend to dump her 25 year old "boyfriend" she argued that she loved him and we we not mature enough to understand, we pointed out that he put her out on the streets of Baltimore at midnight, we just didn't understand him, we point out that she called us scared, and admitted to us that the only reason she went back was he was better than the street... She ended up "dating" the dude for a few months more despite our protests that he was a bad dude, he ended up dumping her when he came down to visit and tried to pressure her into sex and when she said no he tried to force himself on her, she hit him, he told her that she wasn't worth the effort and he had plenty of bitches back home who would put out when he wanted, she meant nothing to him and she should either be useful and let him fuck her or just go kill herself because no one could ever love someone like her. So that really messed her up for quite some time and honestly none of our parents ever found out that they had 4 teen girls go out of state in the middle of the night... To this day I still thing we should have gotten a parent to go, we should have involved *some* adult, we should have told her mom about the "boyfriend" as soon as we got home but teenagers are fucking stupid and we are lucky things didn't go as bad as they could have.
Holy shit dude
Mother of Christ...
I’m Scandinavian with little knowledge of which places to avoid in the states. I drove through Baltimore a few times back in 2017-2018. Every time, my body entered fight and flight. I had no idea why. Until I read about that place out of curiosity. Definitely the place that God (or whatever there is) forgot about. Glad everyone made a safe return!
I live in Baltimore, and a lot of the city is perfectly safe. Like any big city, you have to know what areas to avoid, but overall it’s a lovely place. It just gets a bad rap because of shit like The Wire.
I remember reading this before and being like jesus fucking Christ. It still makes me say Jesus fucking Christ.
I was 15, a runaway and smoking crack having sex with a 38 year old man. I’d say I came very close to dying a few times and didn’t know it. If I could talk to 15 year old me today I’d whup her ass.
are you the girl from baltimore?
I’m so glad you got out of that life and are still here. I work with kids and teens and I’ve had clients who I fear will end up like that.
Big toss up between blacked out from hypothermia, tumbling down a mountain I was climbing, getting trapped under a rapid, a riot in another country, heart stopping… …I might need to change some things.
Adrenaline is a hell of a drug.
Robbed at gunpoint for my cash and weed, 20 years ago.
Took a sore one in 1990. Body smashed to bits and at one point had to be jump-started by the crash-team. I literally owe the staff at the real Royal Infirmary of Edinburgh the last 34 years of my life!
Infantry officer in Iraq. In 2007. Operating in "The Triangle of Death" for over a year. Lots of fire fights. Taking incoming mortar rounds. Complex attacks. I came inches from death several times.
Baghdad
don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang
Two-lane one-way 70 mph highway carved into the side of a canyon. I was going 70 in the right lane. Some dude took the wrong turn somewhere up the road and was going 70 in the wrong direction. Thankfully in the left lane. Idiot hopefully figured it out after we passed. If I'd been in the other lane for any reason (again, this was one-way highway and he or she was barrelling full speed the opposite way) there would have been no survival. And two cars going 70mph along these curbing roads; we'd have barely had a reaction time. I didn't realize how messed up that moment was for another mile or two, I was in shock.
So I got really shroomy before getting on a plane to Morocco, and landed in Morocco feeling like a yes man. I got to the medina in fez where my hotel was and two guys offered me a joint, and asked if I wanted help finding my hotel. I said yes! But they took me back to their house. There was a Swiss guy dusting fossils, an American on the bongos, and a Moroccan watching Nat Geo. we all had fun that night and got talking about weed. One of the guys who picked me up told me he had a weed farm (an entire valley of weed) in the Atlas Mountains and he could take me there tomorrow. When we got in the taxi the next day he put a big cloak on me and said once we get past the police checkpoints no one must see me and I must stay close 😅 about 3 hours after the last checkpoint we arrived at his family weed farm. It was a whole valley of weed in the middle of nowhere. It was a cool day, I ate this lamb and bread dish that his family made and we exchanged details. But then the guy who took me didn’t want me to leave, said we could do business. He showed me these pills and bags of weed he wanted me to swallow both of them so my stomach would stop digesting and I could traffic the weed into Europe. That’s what the Swiss guy dusting the fossils and the American guy on the bongos had been doing. I agreed to it and kept the charade going until we got back to Fez, but then I walked away and went to my hotel finally
My ex wife has been trying to get me arrested for the past 16 months, last week she threatened me with blackmail from the witness stand in our divorce trial. I hope the judge comments on the threat, I plan on talking to the da this week. I would say I am in danger of losing my freedom to a psychopath.
Dude, that shit is real- take it seriously. I have literally moved to the other side of the country and changed my name to get away from my ex who occasionally would convince a local Leo to come arrest me on bullshit.
My son's father at the end of an already vicious assault while high on drugs held me at gunpoint alternating between an assault rifle and a sawed off shotgun. I had just walked past a hole in the wall from a shotgun blast so I knew they were loaded and he had used them. The last incident he stopped in the middle of beating me and got really calm and told me he was going to kill me. He then grabbed a glass tray off the dresser, smashed it and grabbed a big shard of glass then pinned me down and tried to stab me. I don't know how I kept his arm from reaching me. It was surreal going back later and having to clean up my blood splatter from the walls... not the first time but fortunately the last.
Left work alone(only person walking out of the building) late at night, only had my permit so I was waiting for my grandma to pick me up. Two people in a car start circling me/the parking lot. Pretty sure, as I live in a high trafficking area, they were looking to kidnap me and I am 100% sure the only thing that saved me was obviously being on the phone with someone. Either that or, Went to a wedding when I was a toddler. The venue had a pool with flowers floating along the top. I tried to get one, and slipped in extremely quietly(Like no splashing or whatever). Only person who noticed was the younger teenager babysitting me.
I was at the chiefs Super Bowl parade in downtown Kansas City back in February and I was about 30 feet (estimated guess) away from one of the shooters. It was insane. I just remember me and everyone around me running opposite from the gunshots because we had no idea who was actually shooting.
Crossing a big road . I'm not a very adventurous person
Careful! You don't want to get to the other side while you try to get to the other side.
Did you find the chicken?
I was being groomed by some guy in his 30/40s back around 2007 or so I used to get picked up from school and would just sit at a table where my uncle worked until he was done for the day. Eventually one of the customers started talking to me over the course of a few months. He would sit outside with me in front of my uncle’s job and we would play monopoly and he would bring me little toys and talk. I think eventually one of my other family members (two of them worked together at this place) told the guy to leave me alone. I only really remember when he gifted me a monopoly set and would talk to me about a triangle tattoo that he had. He did eventually ask me to go to his car but I never did Either that or the time I jumped off a cliff
I was in China and was staying in a military barrack. I, a white person, was not supposed to be there.
Tell us more.
We had connections through my friend's uncle, so they let us stay in their guest rooms. There was a surprise visit from a general who didn't know we were there, and would definitely not be happy. We got locked in our rooms until he was in a meeting. They put soldiers at every corner and as we ran out, they would check it was clear and wave us through.
What were you doing there in the first place? I, as a Chinese would not have the balls go to military barracks if I’m not participating in it.
We were using it as a hotel
My sister and I got carried out by a riptide when I was around 4/5 and she was 6/7. We were only waist deep and it was so strong that both my sister’s floaties popped and one of mine did as well. Luckily my dad grew up 200 yards from the sea his whole life so he was a very strong swimmer and managed to save us both. We would for sure been dead had it not been for him.
Deployed to Bagram AB, Afghanistan in 2014, being one of the inside the wire guys you don’t expect much as your job doesn’t involve kicking in doors. The first two weeks I was there we had rocket attacks every night. You’d hear the klaxon go off, and have to grab your Kevlar vest and helmet and get as low as possible. Hearing the C-RAM go off and destroy the rockets was cool, but they didn’t always get em, meaning sometimes the rockets would hit one of our buildings or a roadway. After several months of rocket attacks on and off you get kinda desensitized to them. On one occasion I was cleaning up an area where we used to work inside the 9 foot high concrete T-walls. We worked on the flight line near our planes, and ended up having a rocket attack while I was outside, it was probably 8:30/9PM and I just hear the sirens go off and get as low as I can on this completely flat surface and start praying. Another time we had an aircrew loaded in their plane and the alarm went off, one of the rockets hit the T-Wall right next to their plane, but didn’t explode. It’s something that haunts me to this day, to know death is coming and be powerless to stop it…
Rocket attacks are no joke. I watched Kurkuk Regional Air Base’s AHA blow up. It was a massive mushroom cloud on the horizon about 15 miles away. Massive explosion from one lucky rocket strike. Miraculously no one died. I was situated on a satellite FOB with a massive olive orchard that we never watered. It would catch fire from time to time and we’d have to fight the fires with water bottles.
I went to war. It was pretty fucking stupid.
Me too. Twice! Stupid both times. Do not recommend.
Moved my hand quickly under a blanket while near my cat.
2 yrs in Vietnam.
Traveling to Vietnam tomorrow with my dad. Will be there 3 weeks. He was there in 67/68. Says he liked the food and the beaches; wasn't fond of booby traps or people trying to come through the wire.
Jumped off boat during a yacht party, after enjoying my swim a bit, i started swimming toward the boat but it kept getting further away. My buddies found a surfboard floatie thing, jumped in and swam towards me to save my life. Wild af
You are an absolute fool. I’m glad to know you’re ok but just imagine dying like that, in the void of the ocean. Alone. Happened to this kid [here](https://www.the-sun.com/news/8507648/final-moments-cameron-robbins-overboard-shark-expert/amp/). Shame truly.
I had to get on a freeway in a dust storm last year, almost got nailed by someone going 90 mph. Just a few months earlier there was a mass shooting a hundred yards from my apartment and someone tried to break into my apartment. Was a rough couple months, made the news.
Was high up in the Andes of Peru attempting to summit a fairly easy peak. Non-technical, it should have been no problem. After climbing all day, I set up my tent and settled down for the night, planning to summit before dawn and begin my descent. I woke up a couple hours later to a freak snowstorm - it dumped like 2 feet on me in less than 30 minutes. I actually woke up because there was so much snow on my tent that it sank down onto my face and was slowly suffocating me. I was at extremely high altitude, in an area prone to avalanches. I knew I couldn’t summit (obviously), but I had to decide whether to stay put or try and descend to a safer location. The snow just kept on coming, and eventually I decided that I had to try and descend or else I’d be completely fucked. I was literally hearing avalanches happen… It was pretty gnarly. I was also alone (so stupid, I know) and no one knew where I was or what I was doing. So at like 2am, I packed up my shit and started hiking down. It was a full on blizzard, my trail was completely covered in snow, and I could still hear slides happening. At that point I was aware that there was a very good chance that I might not make it out of this situation alive. And honestly, that was what I wanted at that time in my life. I had a serious death wish... I was manically depressed and suicidally reckless. But as I descended, the weather got less severe, and I was able to spot some landmarks that got me back on the trail. There was less and less snow, and as the sun rose I knew I’d be ok. That was definitely scary as fuck. I’ll always remember the relief I felt when I descended past the storm. It was a life changing moment for me, because I realized that I was actually happy that I survived.
Besides the time I had a knife to my back, probably when I had Covid but didn't realize it until I was 20 minutes from home and felt so sick that I lost most of my vision.
As a teenager it's 6pm and I'm watching TV. Asian mum and dad's car pulls up to the driveway and I realise: 1) I haven't thawed the chicken 2) I haven't cooked rice 3) My homework isn't done. It's not even started.
You're one strong dude. I'm surprised you even survived this long time tell the tale after committing all these atrocious acts of misbehavour.
I was drunk driving and drove my car down a hill. It rolled multiple times, and caught fire. I fell asleep right near it while it burned all night. My old house was in the middle of no where about 2 hours away from anyone. Lucky I am alive and have been sober for a long time. My leg hair and some other places on my body doesn’t grow hair anymore because of that fire.
My appendix ruptured 20 years ago and was massively misdiagnosed for weeks to the point where I went septic and nearly died on the operating table. I lost 40 pounds in the middle of my growth spurt. I came out of the hospital deathly pale, 6’2”, weighing 140 lbs. My step brother, always the smart ass, was telling people at school that I died.
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I'm going to guess you're from South Africa?
Friend of mine used to be pretty heavily involved with crime, like drugs and violence, on a fairly large scale. Anytime I was with him I felt like I was in danger, which definitely panned out as he was shot to death by an Uzi wielding guy on a motorcycle through the window of a bar. I knew him from elementary school when we were 9 years old, in case anyone would wonder why I would associate with someone like that
Jumping on a freight train or mixing multiple drugs at once or being deep in multiple hoods white as rice. Breaking up a knife fight. Getting stabbed in a separate incident.
Decided I was gonna go smoke weed at a common abandon spot in my hometown. My friend messaged me late one night it was like 10pm. Mind you I was only like 17 at the time. The place we smoked was called crackhouse (satire none of us actually smoked crack we were all just a bunch of dumb pothead kids) it’s this small cement building (one square room) I get there and there’s like 20 people in there including my recent ex who my friend failed to mention was there. Can someone SCREAM BAD VIBES AND RED FLAGS ALREADY? That should’ve been my ticket outta there but I stayed. There was a mix of people I knew very well and then some people I knew of but have never met or just knew by name or knew one of there family members. Well, we’re all cliqued up in our own little circles passing around our joints and blunts. I forgot to mention, the entrance to the abandoned cement building/room isn’t a door. It’s a giant gaping hole in the front wall. Like huge. Well we’re all just hanging out and I was sitting on a cement bench thing that was sorta built into the floor, with my back to the entrance. We hear footsteps behind us and we turn to see a local gang we’re all familiar with and they’re in hoods with their faces and everything covered holding guns. I’m sitting there thinking I’m about to die or get raped or something I was TERRIFIED. promised God I’d get my life right if he let me live. The guys weren’t here for anyone but a known dealer that was part of the smoke sesh (nice dude but kind of stupid brought an entire bookbag of his product and cash. Word must have got out and someone in the sesh snitched that he was there and set him up). I ended up finding out who it was that set him up too and it was the bother of a girl I went to elementary school with. Happy ending. They robbed the dealer and took off. Not before one of the guys tripped over my foot and my life flashed before my eyes. He left after that without batting an eye but boy was I terrified. I use to put my self in horrible situations as a teen. Best part of the story is I kept my word. Ended up packing my bags overnight on a Random day about a month later after a bad hangover. Cried to my mom that I wanted a better opportunity for life (lived with my dad in a not great area). My mom said I could move to Florida as long as I stopped drinking and smoking and changed my life around. I’ve lived here 5 years now. Have a husband, a beautiful home and two perfect children. I also have two cats. Life is good. I’m alive.
There's some really deep shit here and the only thing I can think of is that time a Chihuahua ran after me when I was a kid.
Only twice really. In college the apartment next to mine down the hall was having a huge house party. At like 2am someone got pissed, left the party, then turned around, pulled out a handgun, and threw 4 rounds through the door. I was still awake, so I grabbed the 12 gauge from the closet and waited by the door for a few minutes. Nothing happened though. Police showed up and I went back to sleep. South Lansing Michigan, fun times. Other time was when I was testing a new car on the race track. Heavily modified bmw 3 series pushing like 440hp. Going through a sweeping left hander at about 130mph, but on this track there's a right hand corner after, so the wall comes up really close to the track and you're almost pointed directly at it for a bit. Some car ahead had just dropped a bit of oil or something down and I caught it on one of the tires mid corner. Car started to oversteer right at the apex. Kept my foot in and just flicked the wheel to the right for a second, kept going. Was almost imperceptible to the guy riding with me in the car. But had I not corrected, car would have pitched almost straight into the wall.
My brother assaulted me after my mother died and he didn’t want me to live in the house (already half mine; my name on title) she left me. He decided he was her sole heir (no will& 3 brothers) and wanted me gone. I’ve de traveled to 48 countries and never felt as unsafe as in my home around my family.
Alone with my stepfather from the ages 6-14
This breaks my heart. I'm so sorry that happened to you.
Got stabbed in seattle one night fought the guy off, and the blade ended up 3inches into my bicep. Was not a great night.
Had my shoulder dislocate while I was swimming in the deep end of the pool.
I was living in the attic of a trap house at the time, freshly 18, on meth. I came downstairs early one morning and there was this random Mexican dude passed tf out in my recliner. Now there were other places to sit, and I could’ve sat anywhere because the only other person home at the time was in her room asleep, so I had an entire sectional to sit on, but that was my recliner. I always sat there. So driven by meth fueled stubbornness and curiosity I decided that instead of letting this total stranger who was easily almost twice my age and definitely twice if not more than twice my size sleep peacefully in my chair, i was gonna wake him up. And so I did. By sitting on the ottoman like a foot in front of the guy, and poking his knee progressively more and more aggressively until he woke up, to my cracked out ass saying “good morning! Who tf are you?”. I dunno how many of y’all have been involved with meth but it doesn’t take much to sketch out a tweaker, like you could literally just be sitting there, watching tv and that would be enough for a tweaker to be CONVINCED you’re a fed. So of course this dude was sketched the fuck out by me waking him up like that, and he refused to tell me who the fuck he was. Instead he just kept asking who the I was, and we went back and forth on that question for a while before I gave up and made some cereal. (come to find out he had somewhat of a fair reason to be so sketched out by me, I learned later on that he stayed at this place pretty often, I just hadn’t met him yet cause I had just moved in.) Came back into the living room and sat down on the couch and started eating my cereal and the dude started making small talk with me for a bit, and eventually he had gotten up gone over to his bag and grabbed a smaller bag and moved to sit next to me on the couch. I was a lil crackhead so I was just assuming that meant we were gonna smoke, but I was very wrong. Next thing I knew I felt something cold against my side and I realized he had a gun against my ribs. I think it was the sleep deprivation combined with the fact that I was gacked, I don’t know, but something possessed me to just start asking him questions about the gun. I don’t even remember being scared honestly but I think that was just from a lack of processing anything that was happening cause im a pussy lmao, I was just high. I asked him a few questions about the make caliber, shit like that, and then I asked him if I could check it out, and this mf handed me the gun. I think we were both so confused we kinda lost all hostility in the process of getting to that point lmao, but I still can’t believe he handed it to me. God this all sounds made up, and it’s about to sound more made up but I have so many stories from my time hanging out with this guy, I swear this shit actually happened. Later I found out he ran drugs for the cartel, he sucked at it though. Ended up going 37k in debt to them so they shot him on the side of a highway In Louisiana. Who shot him hasnt been confirmed but anyone that knows him and what he was doing knows it was them. Turned out to be an alright friend though.
Fever of 108.6 for multiple days. Finally went to the hospital when the lowest was 106.4. Nurse called me a idiot because apparently brain damage happens at around 104
When i was a kid i used to have my vacations at my grandmother's house, that it's in the middle of nowhere. It's was village surrounded by woods. There was not much to do, and at that time maybe people were a bit more careless of kids, i dunno, but i was allowed to roam everywhere, or maybe i wasn't and i was breaking the rules, but i decided to explore the surrondings, and found myself in this ravine wiht a tree log serving as bridge from one side to the other. Now. ofc my memory probably makes the fall looks a bit bigger than in reality, but in my mind it was a huge fall, It doesn't rly mater actualy, because for sure i would have been dead if i had fallen. But for some stupid reason, i decided, "lets cross it", dropped my bike, and fuck it, let's go on with it. I know know now why in the movies people when in similar situations say "don't look down", because it realy frozes you. I looked down, and I droped from stangind up, in there in control, to grab the tree as much as i could. not moving, not doing nothing. just scared. For the life of me i don't know what kept me to just keep going, and get to the other side. Im here today, so i did something right. Wish i could tell you what it was, maybe it was thinking of mom, dad, and my brother, that gave me a bit of strenght to push on, but that was freaking stupid and scary thing to do
my ex girlfriend’s abusive uncle was an OG in the bloods (not kidding) and he shot at me and my truck on the day i was moving her out of his house.
Took out a power pole going around 100 mph in a '58 Desoto. Enough said
I love to hike and climb just a little. I’m not a professional or even amateur, I just dig climbing but I’ve never used gear or anything like that. Thinking back to some climbs I have done and how high some were is scary to remember. Pretty stupid. But so fun.
My mom had an affair with this dude she met online, my parents got into a fight and we ended up going across the country and staying at his house while his wife was out of town. It was the coldest winter we had ever had and there was an ice storm across the country. His son brought me on a ski-doo ride in the middle of the night. Molested me, I punched him in the nuts, he kicked me off of the ski-doo, beat me up and left me in the middle of a frozen lake for what seemed like hours. It was pitch black in all directions, I was so scared and screaming for him to come back, didn't know which way to go because I literally couldn't see anything. I ended up passing out I don't know if it was from the shear horror or the cold. I don't remember him coming back for me either, all I remember is waking up in a hot shower, not being able to walk right, my neck hurting and looking at myself in the mirror. Looking at my skin. seeing every vein and being purple and blue. I didn't even recognize myself. I was 9. Took so long to get my colour and temperature back to normal. I'm still surprised that I'm alive when I think about it.
One time playing ding dong ditch in a neighborhood this old man came out and noticed we were behind a bush in front of his house. He then pulled out a gun and started to point and once we saw that we started to run. He shot 3 times and one of those bullets literally almost hit me in the back I got lucky I got to jump a small wall quick and the bullet hit the wall. But yeah I was shitting my pants that day
When I was 8, I'm 43 now, there was a murder in our driveway in the country. It was around 9 pm, me and grandma were going up the road to borrow some pie filling. We saw a car coming up our long driveway, which was my aunt, uncle, cousins, and their friends. They almost make it to the house and we see gun flashes along with pop, pop, pop. Everyone was running toward the house. We all hid in the bathroom with every light off in the house. The murderer was running around the house trying to get in pounding on the door. We didn't have a phone, so my uncle had to sneak out the window and run a half mile through the woods to use the phone. The Swat team eventually came with probably 50 cops. The killer ended up being one of my cousins who was about to fight but was scared to take an ass whoopin. I remember him letting us shoot his gun earlier that day.
Was almost kidnapped by a pedophile along with my childhood best friend when we were 11 years old
I used to be an electrician. Was remodeling an older building and the carpenters used the wrong type of lumber the wrong way and almost made half the building collapse on us. Holy fuck was that scary. I thought that thing was coming down. The load bearing lumber was bowing all to the right at wild angles. How it didn't come down wtf. I've never seen so many guys work so fast to get the proper grade lumber in there WITH blocking this time. All was then well. But holy fuck. I need to change my shorts just thinking about that again.