When I was a kid me and my dad were at a community garage, he was working on the car and I was hanging out with some kid. And there were these square drain wells with wooden lids (about 0,5 meters (1,6 feet) wide). So the kid started jumping on one of them and BAM! the lid breaks right under him and he drops in. The well was some 10 meters (32 feet) deep, steep concrete walls, but he managed to hang onto the opening. So I called his father who was also working nearby and he pulled the kid out
And also remembered one involving me recently and this one is somewhat more menacing. Not quite scary at the moment, but more of the “Fuuuck, that was close” variety
I was at work and had to go and check up if some things had been delivered so I went to the production hangar. Had a chat with the production manager and then started checking the things (basically going over plates of glass with a tape to find the right sized one - but don’t worry, this isn’t a “plate of glass almost slices Somebody in half” story). Anyhow, I find the right one when I see the production manager running past me towards the exit. I look up at the windows and there are these beautiful swirling orange patterns there. Then the brain turns on and I realize it’s a fire - the neighboring hangar had caught fire. They were planning to make a paper recycling plant in there so it was FILLED with dry paper. And guys had been welding there earlier in the day. Smart indeed. Anyhow, most of the guys come out and we stand there and watch the flames grow. And then someone realizes that one of our trailers is standing near it and may get damaged. At that time the flames were just coming out from the roof so about six guys including me went to drag the trailer away. And as we are almost done dragging the thing away, some 100 feet from the hangar, our backs towards it a loud BOOOOM! sounds. There was a car left in there and it exploded. The hangar was built on a metal carcass, covered with metal plates. The explosion actually ripped a hole in the corner of the building and one of those plates flew about a feet above my head and dropped coupla feet before me. It was yellow-red from the heat
So yeah, makes you thank your guardian angel and get some extra appreciation for life
It was the summer of 1978. I was in Las Vegas with my band. I thought it would be fun to do the Hunter Thompson thing, but intensify it with 2 tabs of acid. There are no words to describe the fear and horror. The flashbacks are still paralyzing.
Snorkelling on my own in Greece went about half a mile out, did a dive flippers and mask fell off, one flipper sank the other one I grabbed, could not get them back on and tread water at the same time, tried to swim back against a nasty current, ran out of energy and beleived that I would never ever make it back, anyway I kept thinking of my daughter on the beach and skulled swimming on my back, it took me 20-30mins to swim out and 2 hours to get back.
Hitting that beach was one of the greatest moments of my life
I was hanging with some of my friends in what is SUPPOSE to be a calm area of Phoenix Valley, in a rather nice suburb and a couple of local losers came walking by. One apparently had a problem with my friend. They start fighting, and I just hung out and enjoyed the show. Well, my friend got his ass beat like a true wimp. But then, it turns ugly. This kid KICKS HIM IN THE TEETH WITH A STEEL TOE BOOT! Kinda harsh to do over some girl (apparently they were banging the same chick) so I walked over and punched him onto his ass and evened things up a bit.
Well his little punkass friend with the pants hanging below his ass and the gay pride head-bandana pulled out a revolver and stuffed it right into my forehead. I was pretty freaked at that one, but saw that he was shivering in mid-July in Phoenix, so I sat back and watched the fight for a while longer. I think his scariest moment was when I chased his ass down on foot (he was trying to ride a mountain bike) and beat him 'til he cried. Being chased and shot at by a Mexican street gang is scary too. I don’t know what they were shooting at me for, but I can understand the chasing.
OH, the time I had to return through an ambush zone with my squad in Baghdad. But I bet those Iraqis seeing us comeing back for more were freaked out by that. That shit was fucking SCARY!! I doubt I’ll ever hear noise like that again.
When you have been with a girl for a little and she tells you she is late…Was just the birth control pills messing with her but I still shit a brick especially when you are 16 or 17
Wow, Kailash, quick thinking and reflexes. Not everyone reacts so swiftly.
[quote]Kailash wrote:
Most recent brush with death -
Last month, walking the pack ice that forms along the windward shore of Lake Michigan. This is a 25 foot thick sheet of ice, going out about 100 feet into the lake. I’d been standing at the edge, watching chunks break off and float back into the lake from which they had been born. Beautiful, sublime.
On the walk back, I’d mistakenly chosen a path across some ice that had already melted quite a bit. And I fell through…
Survival reflexes kicked in though, and shifted my center of gravity forward. So I only fell just enough to dip my nards in freezing water, with my upper body laid out across the top of that ice.
I crawled back to shore, laughing my frosty ass off at such absuridty. Idiot didn’t even know how close he’d gotten to temporary archealogical burial under 25 feet of the cold stuff.[/quote]