Close shaves (with death)

bogwalrus

I opened the other post thinking it was going to be close shaves as in nearly killing yourself. Was very disappointed.

It did make me remember of the time I nearly killed myself.

Was driving back to kerry the next day after a nights drinking in limerick and pretty much fell asleep at the wheel. I had 3 passengers with me. Luckily my girlfriend at the time screamed when I veered in to oncoming traffic. It was such a close one. Was easily going 100. Lyric fm on the radio must have put me on a trance. I always turn that station off whenever something soothing comes on.

Anyone else have a close shave with death?

BetterThanThou

Maybe not so much a close shave with death, but I was terrified.
Now, I like dogs, so this isn't just me having an irrational fear of dogs. But I was walking down the road one day, past the entrance to an estate. Next thing, I have 3 dogs following me, fairly decent sized dogs, 1 was a type of lurcher, 1 a beagle and another similar size to the beagle, barking aggressively at me. My knowledge of dogs tells me to turn around and appear as big as possible, the dogs don't seem to be phased, still coming closer, so I'm slowly baking away while facing them, I trip over a curb and lose my footing for a while, this scares one of the dogs and it runs off, followed by the other two.

Bipolar Joe

bogwalrus wrote: »

I opened the other post thinking it was going to be close shaves as in nearly killing yourself. Was very disappointed.

It did make me remember of the time I nearly killed myself.

Was driving back to kerry the next day after a nights drinking in limerick and pretty much fell asleep at the wheel. I had 3 passengers with me. Luckily my girlfriend at the time screamed when I veered in to oncoming traffic. It was such a close one. Was easily going 100. Lyric fm on the radio must have put me on a trance. I always turn that station off whenever something soothing comes on.

Anyone else have a close shave with death?

Yup, t'was definitely Debussy made you fall asleep at the wheel, that wanker.

bogwalrus

BetterThanThou wrote: »

Maybe not so much a close shave with death, but I was terrified.
Now, I like dogs, so this isn't just me having an irrational fear of dogs. But I was walking down the road one day, past the entrance to an estate. Next thing, I have 3 dogs following me, fairly decent sized dogs, 1 was a type of lurcher, 1 a beagle and another similar size to the beagle, barking aggressively at me. My knowledge of dogs tells me to turn around and appear as big as possible, the dogs don't seem to be phased, still coming closer, so I'm slowly baking away while facing them, I trip over a curb and lose my footing for a while, this scares one of the dogs and it runs off, followed by the other two.

It was creepy reading that. Dogs have a pack mentality and can do anything when you bunch them together. I live in the countryside and one of my neighbours has 6 dogs. Individually all pleasant and nice but when together they are bullys towards my donkey and horse.

Paulie Gualtieri

Straight razor with a feather blade.

bogwalrus

Bipolar Joe wrote: »

Yup, t'was definitely Debussy made you fall asleep at the wheel, that wanker.

By far the most dangerous radio station to listen to while driving. Worse than listening to sports.

Chucken

bogwalrus wrote: »

I opened the other post thinking it was going to be close shaves as in nearly killing yourself. Was very disappointed.

It did make me remember of the time I nearly killed myself.

... next day after a nights drinking in limerick and pretty much fell asleep at the wheel. I had 3 passengers with me.

Ya..you'd want to think about that eh?

Sir Arthur Daley

Stuck onto a Stanley oil fired range by electrocution that some one had powered back up while working on it, stuck to it for a few seconds close as shave as any so far.

MadsL

Hit the deck from forty feet up rock climbing, did not usually wear a helmet, only wore one because last week some boy scouts had kicked some rocks down and my buddy got hit on the shoulder. He was teaching kids the week before and had a bunch of helmets in the car. The fall punched a hole clean through the helmet the size of 2 euro coin. I cracked 3/4 of the way through C6 in my neck.

Fuck you death.

AlmightyCushion

My friend was on YouTube on my laptop the other day and I was still logged in. The fecker nearly found my Taylor Swift playlist, the embarrassment if he had would be enough to kill me.

bogwalrus

AlmightyCushion wrote: »

My friend was on YouTube on my laptop the other day and I was still logged in. The fecker nearly found my Taylor Swift playlist, the embarrassment if he had would be enough to kill me.

There was a statistic I read that every human has at least one very close call with death. I do not believe the above was yours. Be prepared=)

positron

I don't know if this counts but I was on a plane out of Charles de Gaulle airport just minutes before the Concorde crashed in July 2000. For all we know the debris on the runway fell off my plane?

Duggy747

AlmightyCushion wrote: »

My friend was on YouTube on my laptop the other day and I was still logged in. The fecker nearly found my Taylor Swift playlist, the embarrassment if he had would be enough to kill me.

He didn't realise how close to death he was.



No witnesses.

Davarus Walrus

During the 80's I was going through a pretty rough time. I was boozing pretty heavily, and was developing a rather nasty coke habit. So I became a henchman for the Gruber brothers. The pay was good, and they weren't too bad once you resisted the urge to snigger at their comical accent. Ended up taking a bullet while in a firefight down a NY aqueduct. Nearly bled to death.

razorblunt

Davarus Walrus wrote: »

During the 80's I was going through a pretty rough time. I was boozing pretty heavily, and was developing a rather nasty coke habit. So I became a henchman for the Gruber brothers. The pay was good, and they weren't too bad once you resisted the urge to snigger at their comical accent. Ended up taking a bullet while in a firefight down a NY aqueduct. Nearly bled to death.

I wouldnt do that job for all the gold in your Fort Knox.

SuperGrover

BetterThanThou wrote: »

Maybe not so much a close shave with death, but I was terrified.
Now, I like dogs, so this isn't just me having an irrational fear of dogs. But I was walking down the road one day, past the entrance to an estate. Next thing, I have 3 dogs following me, fairly decent sized dogs, 1 was a type of lurcher, 1 a beagle and another similar size to the beagle, barking aggressively at me. My knowledge of dogs tells me to turn around and appear as big as possible, the dogs don't seem to be phased, still coming closer, so I'm slowly baking away while facing them, I trip over a curb and lose my footing for a while, this scares one of the dogs and it runs off, followed by the other two.

Maybe it was the smell of the bread or cake that was attracting them?

orangesoda

The Lough Neagh monster tried to eat me once, he is a cousin of Nessy, brutal fellow indeed

SuperGrover

I used to work doing lighting for plays and stuff.

One time I needed some cable for a lamp, so picked up what I thought was an unused cable on the stage and cut with a scissors.

There was a bang and a flash. The scissors had a hole burned into the blades. I was completely unharmed, insulated by shoes or magic or something.

Those theatre rigs aren't domestic supply, either.

It was only after a few minutes that I realised how close I had come to frying myself.

Kevin!

Magaluf 6th year holiday, first day of arrival thought it would be a fantastic idea to drink as much spirits as possible as quick as possible (700ml) in 3 hours - went through the balcony door in the room by myself which required 15+ stitches and narrowly avoided falling to imminent death on concrete - don't remember any of it happening just waking up in intensive care the next morning not knowing what happened

Was pure stupidity, and a real wake up call

Rothmans

Almost choked to death on a gobstopper when I was 12.

My father was belting by back with his fist to try dislodge it from my throat.

It was stuck in there for about a minute and a half. Thought it was the end. I was begging to see those wavy silver stars that you often see if you get up to quickly/ feel light headed.

One last punch and it popped out. Most terrifying experience of my life.

To this day, I never talk with my mouth full, always make sure any food in my mouth is secured when taking a breath etc. May sound paranoid, but I'm terrified it might happen again if I'm not careful.

Zen 2nd

When I was young I was playing with my brother in the countryside. There was a river with a stone bridge near to where my uncle lived. Decided to climb it and run across it and my brother grabbed me as the stairs on the other side had fallen away. I was only about 3 steps from falling to critical injuries/death.

June 2012 I came off my motorbike going 80km/h on the M50 during rush hour. I was extremely lucky that there wasn't the usual tailgater behind me. Got away with a broken/dislocated wrist :pac:

danniemcq

Drove a quad off a pier, if the water was just a tiny bit shallower then i woulda hit the ground and the quad would have crushed me

Swimming after a football realised i was about a mile off shore and wrecked. Took ages to get back in to shore and if i didn't know the currents of the area i was fecked

Another swimming one was when i was younger and tried to swim to shore and cramped up

Had a funfair waltzer car (takes about 6 or 7 people to lift and even then you struggle) drop nearly on me, the peg at the bottom was just enough to prevent crushing

Used to put my finger into an electrical socket when i was a kid cause it felt weird

marshalling at the Donegal International pushed a car out of the ditch and as we were trying to get to safety another car came around the corner and lost control and came sideways towards me and i think 3 other marshalls. It hit a stump a matter of meters in front of us that stopped the slide and bumping the car the other way.

Ate a cake that had nuts on it, doc said i was in anaphalatic shock and should have been in hospital (i went to bed)

cletus van damme

when i was a kid I stuck spoons in a plug socket.
My right arm got a good jolt.

billie1b

I used to be a bowling mechanic, machine went tech with an underlane ball jam, shut it off from the lanes, cleared out the jam and was checking under the lane from the bottom off the lane (where the player recieves the ball back) with a torch to double check the ball track. Not to my knowledge they overrode the lane from the computer and it turned on, there was 3 balls in the pit, they came hurtling up the ball track, luckily I seen it at the last second and lifted my head, the ball literally skimmed my nose. If the ball had of hit me full on I would not be here to tell the story.

Plazaman

DannieHasABrazilian wrote: »

.....marshalling at the Donegal International pushed a car out of the ditch and as we were trying to get to safety another car came around the corner and lost control and came sideways towards me and i think 3 other marshalls. It hit a stump a matter of meters in front of us that stopped the slide and bumping the car the other way.

I was Marshalling on a 90 degree junction at one of the Galway Stages Rally. It was well taped off so not much to do but stand there as there was feck all spectators.

Bursting for a píss I nipped behind a hedge to relieve myself. In mid flow I could hear a car approaching. There's nothing worse than trying to rush a píss and I was just about done when the car lost control into the junction and flipped, hitting the corner right where I was standing.

No one was seriously hurt and driver and navigator got out but were surprised when another marshall who was just up the road came down shouting in a panic thinking I was under the car. I couldn't have picked a worst time to emerge from a hedge pulling up my fly.

r3nu4l

billie1b wrote: »

I used to be a bowling mechanic, machine went tech with an underlane ball jam, shut it off from the lanes, cleared out the jam and was checking under the lane from the bottom off the lane (where the player recieves the ball back) with a torch to double check the ball track. Not to my knowledge they overrode the lane from the computer and it turned on, there was 3 balls in the pit, they came hurtling up the ball track, luckily I seen it at the last second and lifted my head, the ball literally skimmed my nose. If the ball had of hit me full on I would not be here to tell the story.

Heh, the Brunswick A2 pinsetter machine has a large Power off switch on top of the machine, at the front. It can't be overridden by computer. I always used that when clearing ball jams, always tripped the gate too when resetting or clearing a pin manually. A mechanic in Sweden was paralysed by some moron throwing a ball down at him 'for fun' :mad:

My own brush with death was at 12 years of age. Climbing a mountain, I was lying flat and climbing an incline of smooth rock when gravity took hold of me and I began a long slide, 12 feet down the incline and over the edge. I fell about 20 feet onto a ledge and was miraculously completely unhurt. Then I looked over this narrow ledge and realised that if I'd missed it or landed awkwardly and rolled I'd have fallen another 100 feet. Very lucky. As an adult I really despise the adult who felt it was okay to bring us out that day with non helmets, ropes or other safety equipment. Moron.

Michael D Not Higgins

Ruptured appendix as a kid, 3 GPs told my mother it was a stomach bug before she took me to hospital.

The Backwards Man

One day I was watching Wallace and Gromit and I almost died laughing.

billie1b

r3nu4l wrote: »

Heh, the Brunswick A2 pinsetter machine has a large Power off switch on top of the machine, at the front. It can't be overridden by computer. I always used that when clearing ball jams, always tripped the gate too when resetting or clearing a pin manually.

I had already switched it back on to allow the balls to recycle up the S bend onto the rack, my own stupidity also, but I hadn't cleared the lane back to the reception, so they never should have turned it on. I find it funny now but by god was I a lucky fúcker.

davlacey

i got locked out on my balcony 3rd floor apartment, so i thought if i could get on the balcony below me the neighbours could let me back into the building, and i could wait for the misses to come home from work with the keys. i thought if i hung from the bottom of my balcony id be able to reach the hand railing of the balcony below me, how wrong was i about 3 foot to short hung there for about 2 mins till i got the balls to swing myself in on the balcony underneath never forget it.

The One Doctor

positron wrote: »

I don't know if this counts but I was on a plane out of Charles de Gaulle airport just minutes before the Concorde crashed in July 2000. For all we know the debris on the runway fell off my plane?

Was it a Continental DC-10?

Michael D Not Higgins

davlacey wrote: »

i got locked out on my balcony 3rd floor apartment, so i thought if i could get on the balcony below me the neighbours could let me back into the building, and i could wait for the misses to come home from work with the keys. i thought if i hung from the bottom of my balcony id be able to reach the hand railing of the balcony below me, how wrong was i about 3 foot to short hung there for about 2 mins till i got the balls to swing myself in on the balcony underneath never forget it.

Reminds me of World War Z (book not the movie)

Mr. CooL ICE

While mildly intoxicated, I fainted while sitting on a wall and fell backwards. Wall was about 5ft high on one side, but was 7-8 ft high on the side I fell. Landed on my head on top of concrete and broken glass. Friend drove me to hospital for an xray, but it was just some muscle damage.

Since I fainted, I fell like a rag doll and reckon that's why I didn't break my neck. If i was awake, I would have seized up and probably be lucky to be breathing with a machine right now.

WoollyRedHat

Nearly hung to death from a tree, hood got caught on a stump on the tree.

I had bad whiplash for a few weeks after.

positron

The One Doctor wrote: »

Was it a Continental DC-10?

No, so it wasn't my flight that shed that piece of titanium strip. You have piqued my interest in this , but I can't find 25th July 2000's flight schedule for Charles De Gualle. If I remember correctly I was flying Air France to Dublin, or could have been Air France or British Airways to LHR .. memory is fading..

Penny Tration

While swimming on holiday, a current dragged me out very far. I spent about ten minutes swimming against it, being dragged further and further out, then went under. A guy in a boat jumped out and dragged me back to land.

Second time that I nearly drowned, and it was right after I finally (after 14 years!) got over my fear of water enough to swim. :pac:

Meanaspie

billie1b wrote: »

I had already switched it back on to allow the balls to recycle up the S bend onto the rack, my own stupidity also, but I hadn't cleared the lane back to the reception, so they never should have turned it on. I find it funny now but by god was I a lucky fúcker.

Ah the memories bowling machines can be death traps if you're not careful! Once had the table fall on my back when I released a pin out of range that was pinned at an angle to the lane, stupid me was leaning in over the gate too. Sore yes but thankfully no real injuries!

Seen many a hand caught int eh ball return too!

SpaceTime

I was in the attic and lost my footing putting both legs through the ceiling. I caught onto a rafter and hauled myself back up.

It was over the stairwell with a three story drop onto a tiled concrete floor!

Gives me the shivers even thinking about it!

Diemos

Jumped off a pier in March one year, only person without a wetsuit, as soon as I hit the water everything just seized up, I could not even call for help, nothing worked, luckily one of the lads was a trained lifeguard and he fished me out.

Had meningitis - meningococcal septicaemia as a child, spent a long time in hospital.

I ran in front of a car on O'Connell street as a teenager, there was 2 buses stopped at a red light, a car in the furthest lane away, the little man had just turned red and I decided to chance it, the car did not see me and floored it on green, then I must have come out of nowhere passed their bonnet. Silly mistake.

billie1b

Meanaspie wrote: »

Ah the memories bowling machines can be death traps if you're not careful! Once had the table fall on my back when I released a pin out of range that was pinned at an angle to the lane, stupid me was leaning in over the gate too. Sore yes but thankfully no real injuries!

Seen many a hand caught int eh ball return too!

Got my arm stuck in the ball return! Thankfully it was a kids ball so only light, still have the scar. Had a drunk fool throw a ball down the lane on me whilst fixing the pin table, luckily the gate was down. Some clowns out there.

fundi

car skidded years ago, lucky not to be killed.

RoboRat

I technically died in the back of an ambulance when I was 22. Was given penicillin and went into anaphylactic shock. For some reason I had decided to go to the shops with my mother (was off sick with a chest infection) and if I didn't, I would have died as I only barely survived due to being in the car with her.

Doesn't come much closer than that!

thelad95

During the bad storms last week I had two close shaves. I was in the garden picking up bits of debris when a brick flew past my head and brushed off my ear.
Three inches to the left and I was probably dead or a vegetable for the rest of my life.
My ear was bleeding badly and I was brought into casualty. On the way into casualty, a branch flew off a tree and landed about five feet in front of the car. It was big enough so that it would have probably smashed the windscreen and/or the roof.

Surely, after that guardian angels must exist?

wazky

thelad95 wrote: »

Surely, after that guardian angels must exist?

Nope, someone wants you dead though.

Shane-KornSpace

When I was 11, i was packing my school bag in my bedroom and I remembered I needed my Scribe for metal work class. I fished it out and walked toward my bed with the intention of packing it.
I tripped, fell forward and my head hit the bed frame. It held me up.
I could feel a pinch in my stomach. The tip of the scribe was pressed against my stomach.
If I was even an inch further away from the bed, I would have impaled myself. Stupid me!

zef

Back in my younger student days in the early 90's I was sharing a flat with my boyfriend, who met in college. We discovered heroin , not helped by the fact that everyone who lived in the 4 other flats adjoining our hallway either used or sold it.
One morning we were broke and sick, and the guy. In the flat across the way heard and threw us in a free bit, as we were friends with him and his girl.
Of course I thought this was great. We lived in a double bedsit and it had a large bathroom in which ya could fit our great big executive chair we had found in a skip. We prepared the drug and I was to be first, with my partner doing the necessary as I havebaways been exceedingly squeamish.
So I'm sitting on this chair with my eyes closed tight, could feel my partners hand on mine. He was wearing blue jumper and jeans. However, after the 'hit' of the drug, I opened my eyes expecting to see my partner. I opened my eyes and a tall (7ft) Male figure wearing a black robe was standing straight in front of me. I looked around but my partner was gone from the room. Twas weird, I wasnt frightened - probably as I was stoned out of my mind..
The dark tall figure never said a word, he opened his arms and unfolded me in his cape, then everything went black and I had the strong sensation of falling, looked at the walls of the big hole or well and they were made of brick, and as I fell I could see ledges on different levels of whatever I wa falling,this was the scariest part, it was like there was a theatre box type structure built inside this 'well'.
I began noticing that red demon like creatures with small horns were watching and grinning at me from these box structures. They seemed to wear decorative rings of silver with engravings them. They were really menacing looking and I began to get scared then, and notice a strong heat and hear noises of moaning and screaming.
I could see I was going land , and just then came around to the real world of my flat where were loads of people, all the neighbours, my partner was roaring crying and I was soaked, someone had tried putting me in the bath with cold water. My chest covered bruises from the CPR that was done on me. My face was grey, lips blue, really freaky looking.
Now heroin is not a hallucinogenic drug. I wasn't tripping, I know that day I nearly died, apparently I was not breathing for several minutes.
I have looked up near death experiences (NDE) and most people get the 'nice' NDE- you know, angels or words of wisdom from past relatives hand friends. I had a 'negative NDE, which occurs in approx 5% of these experiences. Typical :-)

It made me change my life round pretty dramatically, I left that flat within a week to go to a residential treatment place, and now I cant watch films with demons in them, scares the shyte outta me.

P.S. I'm not a religious person or anything, but did have the fear if hell bet into me as a child.

bogwalrus

zef wrote: »

Back in my younger student days in the early 90's I was sharing a flat with my boyfriend, who met in college. We discovered heroin , not helped by the fact that everyone who lived in the 4 other flats adjoining our hallway either used or sold it.
One morning we were broke and sick, and the guy. In the flat across the way heard and threw us in a free bit, as we were friends with him and his girl.
Of course I thought this was great. We lived in a double bedsit and it had a large bathroom in which ya could fit our great big executive chair we had found in a skip. We prepared the drug and I was to be first, with my partner doing the necessary as I havebaways been exceedingly squeamish.
So I'm sitting on this chair with my eyes closed tight, could feel my partners hand on mine. He was wearing blue jumper and jeans. However, after the 'hit' of the drug, I opened my eyes expecting to see my partner. I opened my eyes and a tall (7ft) Male figure wearing a black robe was standing straight in front of me. I looked around but my partner was gone from the room. Twas weird, I wasnt frightened - probably as I was stoned out of my mind..
The dark tall figure never said a word, he opened his arms and unfolded me in his cape, then everything went black and I had the strong sensation of falling, looked at the walls of the big hole or well and they were made of brick, and as I fell I could see ledges on different levels of whatever I wa falling,this was the scariest part, it was like there was a theatre box type structure built inside this 'well'.
I began noticing that red demon like creatures with small horns were watching and grinning at me from these box structures. They seemed to wear decorative rings of silver with engravings them. They were really menacing looking and I began to get scared then, and notice a strong heat and hear noises of moaning and screaming.
I could see I was going land , and just then came around to the real world of my flat where were loads of people, all the neighbours, my partner was roaring crying and I was soaked, someone had tried putting me in the bath with cold water. My chest covered bruises from the CPR that was done on me. My face was grey, lips blue, really freaky looking.
Now heroin is not a hallucinogenic drug. I wasn't tripping, I know that day I nearly died, apparently I was not breathing for several minutes.
I have looked up near death experiences (NDE) and most people get the 'nice' NDE- you know, angels or words of wisdom from past relatives hand friends. I had a 'negative NDE, which occurs in approx 5% of these experiences. Typical :-)

It made me change my life round pretty dramatically, I left that flat within a week to go to a residential treatment place, and now I cant watch films with demons in them, scares the shyte outta me.

WOW!!!!!! Well done to you for surviving that and never turning back to that nasty habbit.

wandatowell

A Bic disposable razor is the closest shave i've had with death.

You'd want a steady hand and ice cool nerves handling those bad boys

Maximus Alexander

Lost control of an old Skyline on a patch of black ice in the Snowy Mountains when I was in Australia. Fishtailed and skidded for about 30 meters before somehow managing to get it back under control not far from the edge of the road, where there was a fierce drop down the side of the mountain. That got the heart pumping.

Also got electrocuted by an exposed wire on an electric lawnmower when I was about 12 but, somehow, was pretty much unharmed.

Nearly drowned in Portugal when I was 4, sister fished me out of the pool. So thanks for that sis.

Had my head kicked to a bloody pulp on O'Connell Bridge and, despite having a head like a balloon the next day suffered no serious injuries, not even a concussion.

TouchingVirus

Fell on a spiked railing when I was 9, luckily it went through my leg and just left me upside down with a fleshwound. It was 1/4" away from my femoral arterty and that was a little close for my parents' comfort.

Drove motorcycles when I was younger and had two low-speed crashes (~30mph). First one I flipped over the bonnet of a car and landed on the back of my neck/head, no real damage done. Second one a van pulled out in front of me and I drove the bike into their driver's door with my head going through their window. If the van pulled out a few seconds later I'd have been T-boned into the side of the van. Considering I ended up with a broken wrist, a to the bone cut below the knee, chipped TFCC on my shin and a shattered femur in the real world scenario I don't fancy my outcome had I the T-bone scenario come to pass

Boots234

I woke up after vomiting in my sleep one morning after getting drunk the night before. I was only about 16 or 17. It still gives me the shivers thinking about it