Close shaves (with death)

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:

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!

thelad95 wrote: »

Surely, after that guardian angels must exist?

Nope, someone wants you dead though.

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.

Michael D Not Higgins wrote: »

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

Similar thing happened me except my mother took me straight to the hospital because I had said the pain was on the right hand side. The doctors kept trying to send us home saying it was a stomach bug but somehow my mother was convinced it was appendicitis and refused point blank to leave until they ran some more tests. We were there for hours before my mother convinced them to send a more senior doctor to look at me. He took one look at me and knew my appendix had burst, I was rushed into surgery straight away.

I was about 7/8 at the time, I was mortified that my mother was making such a scene. I believed the doctors and figured it was just a bad bug and that my mother was just over reacting. I would have died has she listened to them.