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Amazing stories of survival,have you any of your own?

caseyann

The 15-year-old plunged more than 160ft from a balcony of the high-rise Proximity Apartments in Auckland's Manukau district, and landed on a concrete floor.

The alarm was raised by another resident of the apartment block, who was out on his balcony smoking a cigarette when the boy fell past him.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/australiaandthepacific/newzealand/7909794/New-Zealand-teenager-survives-falling-16-storeys.html

Wish the poor lad a speedy recovery.

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sky88

i survived the deadliest disease of all and that is of course man flu

hidinginthebush

Insurgent wrote: »

Me; I'd like to know how he passed out before calling him an idiot.

I can't think of a single case where you'd pass out on a train track apart from being paraletically drunk or high.

Scuid Mhór

i have a story of survival

it started at midnight when i was called into the office. back at home, my daughter had sneaked out of the house with people who wanted to abduct her.

my name is federal agent jack bauer

and that was the longest day of my life

caseyann

hidinginthebush wrote: »

I can't think of a single case where you'd pass out on a train track apart from being paraletically drunk or high.

Em Australia heat exhaustion!

recylingbin

caseyann wrote: »

Em Australia heat exhaustion!

You can't get heat exhaustion in the parts of Australia that Irish fúckwits go to.

Canis Lupus

hidinginthebush wrote: »

I can't think of a single case where you'd pass out on a train track apart from being paraletically drunk or high.

Depends on what he meant by passed out. Friend of a friend "passed out" ie simply fainted as a train pulled in. Woke up 'sans' one arm. **** happens.

smash

Dean0088 wrote: »

I was on the LUAS at half eleven last night ....

Was it the red line?

I_AmThe_Walrus

Have I ever told you of my backpacking excursions of self-discovery in east Africa? Well, then.....

caseyann

recylingbin wrote: »

You can't get heat exhaustion in the parts of Australia that Irish fúckwits go to.

Irish ****wits,whats that in aid of?

RachPie

Mine's not so amazing, but still I survived!
Was go - karting in Italy, what seems to be a fairly safe thing to do, but crashed into some tyres at high speed because of some messing around going on on the tracks, knocked into the steering wheel and lacerated three major internal organs. Got to the hospital in time, gave me all the scans, said I'd basically have a 50/50 chance of survival and have to undergo an extensive bout of major surgery, cutting from my breastbone to groin. Went along, came out the other side, had severe complications. (No gory detail, lets just say I was pretty f*d up inside.) Came back to Ireland, no idea how they let me on the plane. Came to Limerick where I had to undergo similar major surgery, came out fine, got MRSA. At the end, I was a tiny 6 stone (I'm 5"10), severely scarred but alive. It was two years ago, but I'm well recovered today. Just glad of such a brilliant medical team and my friends and family who looked after me.

mcgrath

AnonoBoy wrote: »

Ah Jaysus this one time it was Friday evening and I was sitting around the house just watching DVDs. I finish Schindler's List and decided to lighten it up so I stick on Supertroopers, walk to the fridge with a plan to crack open a few beers.

But when I got there, the cupboard fridge was bare. Not a can in sight!

I glanced at my totally rad 80's retro Casio digital watch and saw the time was 3 minutes to ten.

Three minutes to 10????? :eek:

And me living 5 minutes from the nearest off-licence!!!!! :eek::eek::eek:

Out the door with me, no shoes on my feet but the threat of broken glass and dog excrement was no deterrent. This was a mission that was more important than foot safety, more important than personal dignity (I was also only wearing boxer shorts and a t-shirt).

I sprinted, I ran, I pelted it down the road. Children out playing late in the street were knocked backward by the wind caused by my speed as I hurtled down the hill towards the Spar. I gave my all, I vaulted over buggies, dogs and illegally parked Nissan Micras. I was bettering my all time best time, the time I had to leg it down for last pints on Holy Thursday 2007.

I was faster than Mercury, the messenger of the Roman Gods. I was speedier than Lucy Kennedy in pursuit of a new energy-related advertising campaign. I was faster than Twink, after a small bit of exposure on a third rate RTE talk show.

But still, despite all of this, despite giving my all and pushing myself beyond limits that mere mortals would have crumbled long before, despite being all I could be, I was not there in time.

The shutters around the small fridge section of Spar were down.

The look of regret on the cashier's face was heart-breaking as he realised that here was a man who had given his all for a few cans of Dutch Gold and had been denied.

It was the night of the dry.

The night of no beer.

The cold, lonely dark night of the soul.

AnonoBoy had no beer but yet somehow I managed to survive.

F*ck that cannibal rugby team in Argentina.

I am the embodiment of survival.

Where's my true-life movie?

Where's my medal?

I thank you,

AnonoBoy

brilliantly told

we'llallhavetea_old

starbelgrade wrote: »

Transgender surgery.

That we know of!

i'm sure he's dabbled in some way :pac:

Bonito

hidinginthebush wrote: »

I can't think of a single case where you'd pass out on a train track apart from being paraletically drunk or high.

Narcolepsy.