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have you ever thought you were going to die?
Posted 3/15/12
I've been seriously injured twice and seriously ill twice. Many times I've been laying in a hospital bed thinking "I refuse to die" even if I thought I did, got too much going for me and too much to live for! They were nothing but signs telling me to slow my life down which I continue to ignore. Live fast and die young? NO! Live fast and cheat death.
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Posted 3/15/12

Rina-San wrote:

I've been seriously injured twice and seriously ill twice. Many times I've been laying in a hospital bed thinking "I refuse to die" even if I thought I did, got too much going for me and too much to live for! They were nothing but signs telling me to slow my life down which I continue to ignore. Live fast and die young? NO! Live fast and cheat death.


You know what doctors say when they have to take a chance on a operation?
"The success of this operation depends solely on the patients will to live."

I do believe that when a person has a very strong desire to live, fight for their lives they have a higher chance of surviving than someone who doesn't.

Living life in that fast lane, only leads to crashing and burning.
Posted 3/15/12
I have two minutes left before the bombing.
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Posted 3/15/12
Mostly in my dream but in reality, nope never maybe I'm still young? *look at my age*...well not really....
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Posted 3/15/12
I fell off the cliff walk before... time seemed to slow down alot for that one... and other times when I was a kid and couldnt swim well and all. really had more than my share of aw crap moments
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Posted 3/16/12
Me and my mom got hit on our side while driving we spinned around on the road and I went unconsioucs, I thought I would have died but I woke up to the ambulance. It was strange when it happend, everything just shut down...
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Posted 3/16/12
When I was a kid, we went to a water park. I swam under one of the slides and people kept coming down on me. Luckily someone saw me and rescued me. I still have a slight fear of water, but it's not as bad as it used to be.
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36 / M / The Void.
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Posted 3/16/12
Yes, many times.
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68 / M / Columbia, MO
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Posted 3/16/12
The longer you exist in this realm the more likely conjecture becomes fact. It's the when that's now an enduring question.
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Posted 3/16/12
every day of my life...
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Posted 3/16/12
I was changing a electrical panel (breaker box) in an old school so the guy i was working for pulled the meter socket (where the power lines tie into the building to give it electricity) for me, so i could tear out the old panel and mount the new one. Well unknowns to me someone had gone and pushed it back in energizing the buss bar, so when i pulled the wires out and they hit metal there was a bright flash and a very loud boom, and since it was a direct feed from the power lines no breaker to trip and kill the power. So the metal was constantly arcing. with out thinking i reached into the box and pulled the wires off the metal, how i wasn't electrocuted i don't know. Then just when i was calming down i heard someone yelling "Fire, Fire" the electricity had ignited the gas line to the heater and flames were shooting out like a geyser. we grabbed a couple of fire extinguishers and put out the fire. So to sum it up in about 6 minutes i was nearly blown up from the boom of the live wire hitting metal, electrocuted from being dumb and pulling the wires out, and nearly blown up again from the gas line catching fire.
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Posted 3/17/12
While leaving my job I was grabbed from behind by the neck by a guy. His friend was near keeping an eye out for him. They stole my wallet and the little cash I happened to have on me. I was wondering if I would make it out unharmed or alive. Probably shows that I am selfish because all I could think about is how this can't happen to me and how my life couldn't be ending. It was dark and not in the best area. Luckily they didn't do anything and just ran off after they got everything. Canceled my credit card right away and I'm good as new. Maybe for a month I was a little depressed because I felt I could have done something about it but I got over it. Now I think about it as being introduced to how the world works without being hurt.

Not the greatest story but that's all I have.
Posted 4/8/12
when i can't have my chocolate fix.
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Posted 4/8/12
While walking home one day at night, I saw a person in a huge, bulky sweater walking toward me, I instantly knew their was going to be trouble, since I live in an area that has a ton of Mexicans, Blacks, etc. He approached me, I immediately recognized that he was white, while I was fearful for my life, thinking this strange person was going to shank me, my fear was brought down realizing he was white, since with his look, he was no doubt a white GanKstur, which in my study of Swagology is a very low level enemy. He asked me the usual question, "Wer u frum, homie?" I of course replied that I was from the mobile homes that I was in, of course using the power of the Mexican inside me, channeled my inner GanKstur to communicate with this person correctly. He was drunk, on vodka, asking some of the most stupid of questions, just before I was about to leave him since he had started mumbling, he stepped in front of me, I noticed he had a gun in his pocket. I do not know to this day if that gun was real or not, but I wasn't going to take chances, I stepped back, and continued to communicate with him. He offered me some vodka, and of course, I took some since if I turned it down, it would have altered the relationship I was building with this man. Finally, as a last resort, I powered up my inner Mexican to give off a speech about my 'Familia' and how I have to return home immediately since they most likely were missing me since it was late. He stepped aside, we exchanged fist bumps, and I was on my way. I was extremely terrified when I saw the gun, luckily I managed to keep my [email protected] barrier up just long enough. I also think had it not been for my many years of studying the GanKstur language from many past experiences, I most likely would've been shot, since I forgot to also mention that he was threatening me many times, supposedly according to him had I said I wasn't from the mobile homes, he would've murdered me where I stood, since he too was from the mobile homes, so I was considered a 'homie'. Scary stuff, but oh well, I got through it, hooray! level up!
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68 / M / Columbia, MO
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Posted 4/8/12
When I was a college student here in flyover state Mizzou I bought a British fastback sports car. When it ran, it ran great: otherwise, if I couldn't fix it I knew every foreign car mechanic in Columbia on a first name basis.....British cars are notoriously unreliable, don't ever buy 1 unless you like to tinker.

I departed Springfield, MO north on old US 65 in my near new '69 Triumph GT6+. It's a 2 lane windy, hilly, curvy road. I got behind some locals doing 40 mph in a posted 60 mph section of the road. Nobody ahead of me would pass the tardy car. So, when the opportunity presented itself I started the technique of leap-frogging aka passing 1 car at a time. Legally at speed distances between cars should be at least 1 car length per increment of 10 mph but no one in Missouri does this on a 2-lane road for reasons I won't dwell on (stupidity comes to mind, for one instance). As I started around the cars I failed to notice the oncoming Oldsmobile rounding a distant curve. Though this car could roll the height always put me at some disadvantage re visibility forward as well as even being seen in vehicular traffic. When it became obvious I didn't have time to get safely past the lead laggard car I slowed and quickly tried to merge in behind it. Gee, that would've been nice but no, the jack leg trailing the lead car would have none of that and remained exactly one-quarter car length behind the laggard lead car's rear bumper. There was no time for dead stopping or slowing to fall 3 cars back where I originally sprung.

I recall seeing a wide metallic grill bearing down at great velocity on that yellow speck I was seated in. I did an evasive maneuver and steered into the gravelly shoulder on the opposite lane at 50 mph while decelerating to an eventual stop. The Oldsmobile had the presence of mind to calmly glide on by in his allotted lane. The saving grace for me was the narrow width of that sports car as I just barely fit the sloping road shoulder without loss of control.

I always wondered what people thought when it became apparent they were about to die and, trust me, that '69 Triumph was no match for a full-size '65 Oldsmobile where the resultant speed at point of impact would've been 100-mph. When I came to a stop I mentally patted myself on the back for not panicking and for saving my own life. It was a brief ego boost but then something interesting happened: my legs from my waist down went into involuntary muscle spasms and shook uncontrollably for at least 15 seconds. The parasympathetic nervous system had kicked in. Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you what I was thinking just before meeting probable death.

Drum roll please.......well, here goes a hell of a nice car. Tsk, tsk, too bad.

If it's any consolation when I got underway again heading north on old US 65 highway I did manage to catch up to those folks that wouldn't let me in a few miles previous. I was able to pass them all in 1 fell swoop. Lucky for me they were mature and beared no malice toward me as I fingered the "U R #1" with middle finger extended and arm outstretched while speeding by at great velocity.

When I was 2 years old I got flung through the front windshield of my Dad's Ford station wagon during 1 of the rolls of a different 2-lane road in Missouri. I don't remember any of that. Psychologists call it a repressed memory but I don't think at 2 years old I would have enough cognitive capability to recall anything at that age.

I have survived two different 18-wheeler steering axle blowouts in the distant past. Both times I wasn't going fast enough to inflict collateral damage to surrounding traffic, just the semi itself. Phew!

However, I did almost kill a motorcyclist on I-15 in Utah back in 1976. Back then some semi-trailers came equipped with split-rims. Should an unforeseen happenstance occur involving the trailer tires these rims possessed a terrific explosive force if they became separated uncontrollably from the tire and axle. I was cruising on I-15 about 55 mph 1 day with normal traffic flow. Looking in the rear mirror on the passenger side of my semi I noticed blue smoke, then saw rubber separate. Crap, another flat tire on the trailer while at speed. Goodbye $150 each. As I was slowing down to get off the Interstate proper and onto the shoulder I noticed a motorcyclist gliding by whose face was as white as a sheet. Initially, I didn't realize just what had happened. When the tire truck appeared we couldn't find 1 of the split-rims to tie down the replacement tire back onto the axle with. Gloryosky, there it lay 5 lanes across I-15 in the median up against a guard rail. Then, and only then, did I sense the gravity of the motorcyclist's plight as well as the traffic gliding by in the other lanes. Talk about luck.

Split rim use on big rigs is illegal now. It should have been then.
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