I think we all encountered times or moments of tremendous frightening experiences some more that others but still an emotional situation where your life passes before you.

Mine goes from think I was paralyzed on a trampoline, motorcycle accident, first firefight, to the wife tell me she was pregnant ….

One of the most frightening moments of your life? Explain what happen…

Laying in a bed in the ER and having a surgeon come in with a consent form telling me that if I don't sign and let them operate that I was going to die.

Thinking that I forgot to clear the browser history on the interwebz before the wife got on the laptop.

These all sound like compelling, frightening moments. Would love for you to elaborate a bit if you are comfortable doing so.

For me, it was the day I called my dad and he told me he was dying of cancer and it was already Stage 4 (August of last year). I was out of town on business and my shock, fear, confusion, etc that night was incomparable to anything that I have ever felt. Think about that night all the time actually.

Obama being re-elected 4 more years





wait.....oh yeah... fuuuckkk.............

redrocket;1452821 wrote:Laying in a bed in the ER and having a surgeon come in with a consent form telling me that if I don't sign and let them operate that I was going to die.

I've seen you in the hospital bed .... you looked like hell... so dying could have been a improvement :laugh:

I drove over some train tracks once - and I've had multiple dreams where I'm hit by a train. It was just after dusk, and as I drive over the tracks (which did have a signal) I look literally maybe 10 feet to my right into the giant blazing light of a locomotive.

Anyway, these tracks aren't far from a rail yard and it turns out it was just sitting there...but man for a second I thought I'd bought it.

Once was eating deli turkey meat quickly, and I didn't notice the paper wrapping was still on the meat I was chewing. Swallowed the meat quickly, needless to say I started to choke. My mom started freaking out, and hit me on me back while I hopped on the arch of a chair to heimlech myself. Meanwhile my dad just casually walks inside from the back deck door, and I cough everything out as he was walking in. His reaction: "you're making a fucking mess."

Although my father brings the lulz, I now have a legit fear of choking on anything, because I saw my life ending at that moment.

Hit a guard rail head on on a dirtbike when I was around 15.

I was on my friends YZ250 at the time (wayyy too much fucking bike for me). I'm very very lucky a car wasn't coming.

I took the bike on a paved road that went along the woods/trails we were in. I had in pinned in 2nd gear going towards an intersection, aiming to slow down and turn back into the woods. Well the fucking lever on the foot brake was missing the pin that kept it attached and it kinda fell off to the side and when pressing down it got caught on the peg instead of activating the rear brake. I immediately panicked, pumped the front break a few times and before I could downshift or bail I smashed into the guard rail. I can still remember the loud tinggggggggggg as I hit. I somehow turned around in the air and a tree broke my fall and connected directly in the middle of my back. You could see the pattern of the tree bark on my t-shirt.

Luckily that was it. My back ached like a mofo and I was scared shitless, but no real bodily harm. The bike had some damage, ruptured the front forks and snapped off the clutch perch...which I had to replace. I came back barely able to move and just told my parents I wiped out on my, much smaller p*ssy, dirtbike.

That's my only "near death" experience to date. I thank my lucky stars every time I think about it.

Sonofanump;1452829 wrote:Thinking that I forgot to clear the browser history on the interwebz before the wife got on the laptop.

Lol

Mine was 2 years ago after a long day in Parkersburg we decided on Outback Steakhouse for dinner. It's busy as shit and there weren't any close parking spaces so I drop my wife and daughter off to put our name in and I drive around the lot.....no spaces so I have to cross the busy road that separated a shopping center from the restaurant.....I'm stuck waiting for an opening to cross and the sun is blinding...I floor it with a small opening and as I get across I see two people diving out of the way as I was going right at them but couldn't see them....damn near ruined my life killing two people. I'm a lot more careful now.

like_that;1452960 wrote:Once was eating deli turkey meat quickly, and I didn't notice the paper wrapping was still on the meat I was chewing. Swallowed the meat quickly, needless to say I started to choke. My mom started freaking out, and hit me on me back while I hopped on the arch of a chair to heimlech myself. Meanwhile my dad just casually walks inside from the back deck door, and I cough everything out as he was walking in. His reaction: "you're making a fucking mess."

Although my father brings the lulz, I now have a legit fear of choking on anything, because I saw my life ending at that moment.

Your dad made me lol

When I was like a Sophomore in HS I was at the health club doing leg presses when somebody walked up to one of the owners of the club and pulled out a gun and pointed it at his head. It was less than 10 feet from me and I was facing the gun.
Suddenly some member I recognized walked up laughing. They all started chatting and went into the back room shortly after.
Years later the owners were all busted on different felonies, mostly dealing with money laundering. Pretty sure it was all mob related.

When living in Phoenix I had a tweeker pull a knife on me at a bar after I beat him in pool. He said "I could stab you right now." I said "you don't want to do that" and he laughed and said "I know"....very scary a tweeker going from raging hysteria to laughter in a matter of seconds.

Back in High School I was out at lunch with my friends at the local diner. I was eating mozarella sticks and the cheese was tough to break. Anyways, as I swallow (har har), the cheese still doesnt break so I start choking on the cheese that is blocking my air way from the cheesestick in my hand to my stomach. Had to pull the cheese out of my throat while it was still all together. It felt weird as fuck pulling it out and thought I was going to die.


Didnt eat mozarella sticks for about 2 years after that.

Watchin a nurse with a long ass needle going in for the spinal tap

I stopped in to visit with my dad one day after work. He was in the kitchen and I was in the living room. He was making us some tea and he tried to ask me if I wanted any sugar. I could barely understand him so I walked in to check on him. When I got in there his face was all sagging down and he could hardly talk. I grabbed him and said lets go sit down. I was dialing 911 as soon as I grabbed him. He kept yelling at him to let him go that he could walk but he could barely stand. The squad was there withing 5 minutes but it seemed forever. He had a major stoke but fortunately the squad got there within the first twenty minutes and gave him some sort of shot that helped minimize the problems related to stokes. I am not sure to this day why I stopped there after work, but I sure am glad I did. Otherwise my dad would not be here today.

2003 - Just outside of Carey Ohio on St Rte 23 (I think that was it) after dropping my then gf's brother off at UT after Thanksgiving break. Headed back home, we got hit by some 16 y/o who was trying to cross the divided highway and ended up t-ing us while we were going about 70 mph and we rolled 4 times ending up upside down in her dad's suburban and both of us knocked out. I still have vivid memory of the incident, first going upside down and all of the windows blowing out, getting my head smashed against the the interior of the vehicle, then the second blow knocking me out.

We ended up both knocked out, upside down in the vehicle. A random black guy came along and pulled us out because the gas tank had ruptured but had not ignited. First thing I remembered was being hunched over on the ground and a highway patrol agent asking me if I was ok. The side of my head hurt so bad that I expected my right hear to have been ripped off, so I took a deep breath, reached up and grabbed my ear. It was still there.

Overall I was the lucky one. Minor abrasions and part of my rib cage's cartilage separated on my left side (from the seatbelt). GF had to get multiple stitches in her head and lost a couple of fingernails on her hand.

WEAR YOUR SEATBELT

May 14 2010. I went to a Urologist for what was thought to be Kidney stones because I had blood in my urine. Dr ran some tests. Couldn't really see anything. So before I was leaving he asked if he could run one more test and that he normally wouldn't do the test unless I was like 60 years old but just wanted to be sure. So he did cystoscopy where he takes a long tube with a camera on the end and sticks it up through your pee hole and looks around your bladder. I am watching the screen and I don't really notice anything. Dr tells me to look at my normal bladder then moves the camera and says this is a tumor. The first word out of my mouth was fuck as I instantly thought I was dying.

So I get dressed and go sit in a counseling room for about 5 minutes by myself and just was in complete shock. I was by myself because I didn't really think the appointment would be anything serious. So the Dr comes in and talks to me and I honestly couldn't tell you what he said other than surgery would be about two weeks out. So on June 2nd 2010, Dr removed the tumor and it hasn't come back and luckily for me it was found early and had no spread. My next checkup is two weeks away so hopefully that continues.

There isn't a day that goes by where I don't think about it. And while I occasionally have moments where I get paranoid about any sort of ache or illness I have and think it is Cancer it is no where near what it was the first few months after. I literally studied every symptom from every known cancer.

After all that, my biggest fear was not dying it was thinking that if I did die soon that my children wouldn't even remember me as they were both still really young. I owe my life to my Dr who decided to go the extra step instead of sending mre

pmoney25;1453206 wrote:May 14 2010. I went to a Urologist for what was thought to be Kidney stones because I had blood in my urine. Dr ran some tests. Couldn't really see anything. So before I was leaving he asked if he could run one more test and that he normally wouldn't do the test unless I was like 60 years old but just wanted to be sure. So he did cystoscopy where he takes a long tube with a camera on the end and sticks it up through your pee hole and looks around your bladder. I am watching the screen and I don't really notice anything. Dr tells me to look at my normal bladder then moves the camera and says this is a tumor. The first word out of my mouth was fuck as I instantly thought I was dying.

So I get dressed and go sit in a counseling room for about 5 minutes by myself and just was in complete shock. I was by myself because I didn't really think the appointment would be anything serious. So the Dr comes in and talks to me and I honestly couldn't tell you what he said other than surgery would be about two weeks out. So on June 2nd 2010, Dr removed the tumor and it hasn't come back and luckily for me it was found early and had no spread. My next checkup is two weeks away so hopefully that continues.

There isn't a day that goes by where I don't think about it. And while I occasionally have moments where I get paranoid about any sort of ache or illness I have and think it is Cancer it is no where near what it was the first few months after. I literally studied every symptom from every known cancer.

After all that, my biggest fear was not dying it was thinking that if I did die soon that my children wouldn't even remember me as they were both still really young. I owe my life to my Dr who decided to go the extra step instead of sending mre

hope all is well at the check up.

In high school right after homecoming junior year. I had just went to bed probably around 3 - 4 in the morning. I shoot up out of bed to three thunderous bangs. At this time I think oh shit someone just broke into our house. I make sure my door is locked and then pick up my phone to call from our second line to our first line and the phones dead. I try to turn on the light and no power. ( all I can think about is the movies where they cut the alarm and power before breaking in. So now I'm totally sitting in my room panicked with a baseball bat. After about another minute I hear footsteps going up and down the hallway. All I can picture is an intruder in our hallway. Luckily I hear my mom whisper my name and asks me if I heard the noise through the door. I tell her yeah and let her in. She tells me to go downstairs and look around with the bat. She gives me a flashlight and I walk downstairs and immeaditly smell smoke. I yell up to my mom who finally decides to wake my dad up who somehow had slept through all of this. I open the basement door and there's a ton of smoke so I go down and see it coming out of the fuse box. At this point the firefighters show up. The three loud bangs was the electric box blowing, the electric meter on the house blowing off and the transformer blowing up on the power lines in our backyard. The fire chief came and said he had never seen anything like that beforehand never did figure out the cause. A few months later a another house on out street had the same thing happen.

Junior year of college, my trip home for Christmas break took me 6+ hours (normally takes 4.5). Black ice the whole way. Never went more than 35. No place to stop and stay. It was awful. I had a couple of rough patches where I thought I was going to go bite it, especially going down a hill once. Scary. I tried to beat the storm that I knew was going to hit.

A player of mine had an incident during a fitness test in 2009. It turns out, he had a stroke at 18 years old (he may have been 19). Either way, he just ran 3 6-minute miles. I was there with him. I saw him at the fittest he's ever been...and then he was basically on his deathbed. It was frightening to think that he could've been dead had I not been there. Not a day goes by that I don't think about him. He's pretty much made a full-recovery since. He went 2+ years without mobility in his right arm/hand and little-to-no speech. Life's fragile.

pmoney25;1453206 wrote:May 14 2010. I went to a Urologist for what was thought to be Kidney stones because I had blood in my urine. Dr ran some tests. Couldn't really see anything. So before I was leaving he asked if he could run one more test and that he normally wouldn't do the test unless I was like 60 years old but just wanted to be sure. So he did cystoscopy where he takes a long tube with a camera on the end and sticks it up through your pee hole and looks around your bladder. I am watching the screen and I don't really notice anything. Dr tells me to look at my normal bladder then moves the camera and says this is a tumor. The first word out of my mouth was fuck as I instantly thought I was dying.

So I get dressed and go sit in a counseling room for about 5 minutes by myself and just was in complete shock. I was by myself because I didn't really think the appointment would be anything serious. So the Dr comes in and talks to me and I honestly couldn't tell you what he said other than surgery would be about two weeks out. So on June 2nd 2010, Dr removed the tumor and it hasn't come back and luckily for me it was found early and had no spread. My next checkup is two weeks away so hopefully that continues.

There isn't a day that goes by where I don't think about it. And while I occasionally have moments where I get paranoid about any sort of ache or illness I have and think it is Cancer it is no where near what it was the first few months after. I literally studied every symptom from every known cancer.

After all that, my biggest fear was not dying it was thinking that if I did die soon that my children wouldn't even remember me as they were both still really young. I owe my life to my Dr who decided to go the extra step instead of sending mre

Been down that road twice ... with cancer
I know the feeling and the concerns

sportchampps;1453215 wrote: The three loud bangs was the electric box blowing, the electric meter on the house blowing off and the transformer blowing up on the power lines in our backyard. The fire chief came and said he had never seen anything like that beforehand never did figure out the cause.

Take any electronics with it?

pmoney25;1453206 wrote:My next checkup is two weeks away so hopefully that continues.

Hope he finds nothing.

When my friends sister called me crying telling me that he hung himself. Went into immediate shock