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any near death experiences?
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I once spent $25K without telling my wife about it before hand. When she found out, well that was about as near death as I want to go.
Well was it a car or a truck? A Harley maybe? Or how bout a real M16? Surely you got something fun with $25 large.
Twenty some years later, she sees it was a wise business investment in our future. Back then, I swear she was a combination of Carrie and the Exorcist chick.
When I was 14 years old (I'm 44 now), my friend Alan's Dad was a used car salesman at Pace Motors in Smyrna (it was located just to the right of where Adventure Outdoors is currently located). My friend's Dad always had a few cars around their house. He'd buy them and clean them up a bit, then sell them on his own for some side money.
Anyway, Alan's Mom was a nurse at Cobb General Hospital that worked nights, and Alan's Dad worked nights and weekends, so Alan and I got into the habit of taking one of his Dad's spare cars joyriding after school in a lame attempt to be cool and impress the kids in the neighborhood.
On October 3, 1984 (a day I'll never forget), we went joyriding on Old Alabama Road in Mableton. Alan looked to change the radio station, took his eyes off the road, crossed the yellow line, and we hit a Ford truck head on. We were in a Chevy Citation (kinda like a Ford Pinto), and I was not wearing a seat belt (Alan was).
I saw it coming before impact. As others have said, time practically stood still. I've never experienced anything like it before or since, it was slow motion. The impact was horrific. I came to, and my elbows were sticking thru the windshield (I covered my head like an old school tornado drill before impact), my knees were thru the dash, the door was thrown open by the impact, and I couldn't feel one of my legs. I pulled my arms out of the windshield, which made the shards of glass dig into my arms, and by my elbows, I drug myself out of the car, across the road, and into a ditch half filled with water.
When the EMT's arrived, they could't find me, they thought I'd been ejected. I called out, and they come to me in the ditch. They cut my clothes off of me, and all I could think was my Momma was gonna kill me for messing up a new pair of pants.
Long story short, I broke my hip, had a concussion, lacerated spleen, and was beat to Hell. They contemplated removing my spleen, but because it holds so much blood, I would have had to get a blood transfusion, and there was a mysterious thing called AIDS floating around, so they didn't operate in part due to the fear of the blood transfusion. Alan had head injuries that he would recover from. The other driver was buckled up and had minor bumps and bruises.
I should have died that day, and that's no joke. My hip still bothers me to this day.
Anyway, Alan's Mom was a nurse at Cobb General Hospital that worked nights, and Alan's Dad worked nights and weekends, so Alan and I got into the habit of taking one of his Dad's spare cars joyriding after school in a lame attempt to be cool and impress the kids in the neighborhood.
On October 3, 1984 (a day I'll never forget), we went joyriding on Old Alabama Road in Mableton. Alan looked to change the radio station, took his eyes off the road, crossed the yellow line, and we hit a Ford truck head on. We were in a Chevy Citation (kinda like a Ford Pinto), and I was not wearing a seat belt (Alan was).
I saw it coming before impact. As others have said, time practically stood still. I've never experienced anything like it before or since, it was slow motion. The impact was horrific. I came to, and my elbows were sticking thru the windshield (I covered my head like an old school tornado drill before impact), my knees were thru the dash, the door was thrown open by the impact, and I couldn't feel one of my legs. I pulled my arms out of the windshield, which made the shards of glass dig into my arms, and by my elbows, I drug myself out of the car, across the road, and into a ditch half filled with water.
When the EMT's arrived, they could't find me, they thought I'd been ejected. I called out, and they come to me in the ditch. They cut my clothes off of me, and all I could think was my Momma was gonna kill me for messing up a new pair of pants.
Long story short, I broke my hip, had a concussion, lacerated spleen, and was beat to Hell. They contemplated removing my spleen, but because it holds so much blood, I would have had to get a blood transfusion, and there was a mysterious thing called AIDS floating around, so they didn't operate in part due to the fear of the blood transfusion. Alan had head injuries that he would recover from. The other driver was buckled up and had minor bumps and bruises.
I should have died that day, and that's no joke. My hip still bothers me to this day.
If IED's in Iraq count, I had somewhere north of 20 near death experiences in one deployment. I don't know exactly how many times we were hit because we just stopped counting after 20. That's not counting getting shot at or mortared. Not really sure how our unit made it through the entire deployment with no significant physical injuries. Not everyone we worked with was so lucky.
glad u made it home
I was once in the same room as biker and arcman
Not my story but heard it from a coworker and was rather powerful when he told it.
A coworkers father had some issues with an operation and flatlined on the table. Took a couple minutes to bring him back.
Some odd years later the father calls his son over to the house one evening, says he has to share something with him. Coworker goes over.
Father begins tear up and tells him the story of what he saw within those few minutes he had flatlined. He tells him he comes to a huge gate made of gold and other jewels and the "wall" this hate hung on stretched as far as you could see either way. As he looked to the left he saw small frame older gentleman carving on some wood or playing with something. He asks the man, what is this, and the man just smiles at him. He looked back towards the gate and saw this beautiful woman he knew he had seen once before when he was a kid but didn't know her name. Before he can speak she tells him he's not yet finished. He begged her to let him stay and she assured him he would be back but now was not the time. Next thing he knew he was waking up in a hospital bed and 2 months had passed.
He only tells his wife what had happened and kept what he saw between them two for several years until he felt led to share his experience. Up u til that point he was ashamed to tell anyone because he had begged and pleaded to stay and not come back. He thought his family would be upset by him not wanting to be here with them.
A coworkers father had some issues with an operation and flatlined on the table. Took a couple minutes to bring him back.
Some odd years later the father calls his son over to the house one evening, says he has to share something with him. Coworker goes over.
Father begins tear up and tells him the story of what he saw within those few minutes he had flatlined. He tells him he comes to a huge gate made of gold and other jewels and the "wall" this hate hung on stretched as far as you could see either way. As he looked to the left he saw small frame older gentleman carving on some wood or playing with something. He asks the man, what is this, and the man just smiles at him. He looked back towards the gate and saw this beautiful woman he knew he had seen once before when he was a kid but didn't know her name. Before he can speak she tells him he's not yet finished. He begged her to let him stay and she assured him he would be back but now was not the time. Next thing he knew he was waking up in a hospital bed and 2 months had passed.
He only tells his wife what had happened and kept what he saw between them two for several years until he felt led to share his experience. Up u til that point he was ashamed to tell anyone because he had begged and pleaded to stay and not come back. He thought his family would be upset by him not wanting to be here with them.
3 years ago this April
had someone hold a gun to my head. said ur going to die today
not sure if that was a near death experience,or not,only thing I could think was PLEASE don't let my kids be the one to find me.
not sure y they didn't kill me.but I am glad I am still alive. now have my CC .
had someone hold a gun to my head. said ur going to die today
not sure if that was a near death experience,or not,only thing I could think was PLEASE don't let my kids be the one to find me.
not sure y they didn't kill me.but I am glad I am still alive. now have my CC .
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