“Nobody Dies From A Shot To The Stomach”: 30 People Discuss Their Crazy Near-Death Experiences
Any near-death experience is a terrifying thing to go through, especially when someone attempts to end your life. But many people have found themselves in such an awful position—often under the craziest of circumstances.
Some of these people, who were probably born under a lucky star, shared their stories on a thread started by a member of the ‘Ask Reddit’ community. The Redditor addressed netizens who have been close to losing their lives, asking them not only about how their situations unfolded, but how they managed to get out of them, too. If you’re interested in reading their stories, scroll down to find them on the list below, but beware—some of them might be seriously disturbing.
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My partner tried to strangle me. I was already seeing black and a few stars in the black universe on my way to death. Then the police rang the door bell and he stopped. The neighbour a 11-13 old boy called the police, he had his room directly at the house close by and he could see through the window. He saved my life and the life of my unborn baby.
Worked as a bouncer and had a few drunkards who got violent. I got very good at dodging thrown bottles. One day I get the usual call to come and give someone the walk of shame. Well, I grab his shoulder and start walking him out and before I realise something’s happened he stabbed me in the thigh and was about to go for my throat before he got glassed by a patron. A few stitches and a funny walk for a few weeks and I was fine but that guy always got free drinks. His only problem with glassing the dude was “well now I’ve got no beer, that’s a bit sad”.
I was kidnapped, beaten, and had a gun held to my head while in the vehicle. I just agreed with everything he said, apologized for who knows what, and promised to do whatever he said and to not call the police. He let me out of the car at my workplace and I immediately went in and called the police. I felt stupid for years afterward but now I realized whatever I did to live through that was the correct thing to do at the time.
People who tell victims of attacks that they "just should have done X" have watched too many movies and are too stupid to realise the difference between a script and reality. Same with 99% of those who brag what they would do if attacked. Unless you've been trained for those situation, you just don't know. You even might react differently when attacked again later.
Was 16 my friends and I were out in the woods with a .22 rifle and some cans and Zombie targets. I finished my lil magazine and handed the rifle to a buddy. Went out to set up the cans and targets back up and a shot whizzed passed my left ear within 2 inches.
Walked up to him grabbed rifle and punched him straight in the face. He was ostracized from the group not long after that.
When I was 7 years old I was locked (master lock, key was with one of em) in a dog kennel I barely fit into by my mom's bfs kids. They took the kennel out to the above ground pool and held it on the edge joking like they were going to drop it. They ended up doing just that and I was under in seconds. The plate at the bottom of the kennel made it hard for them to pull it back out so they had to turn it on its side and then pull it out. They didn't bother setting me down though, they just dropped me. I remember the feeling of my hands crammed through the holes in the kennel with grass between them. I heard some arguing and what I assume was fighting, the old brother came to my rescue and let me out. I slept in his room for the rest of the summer till I went home to my dads.
My ex beat the s**t out of me. My neighbors called the cops. Cops called his parole officer. I was rushed to the hospital with a fractured skull and a broken arm. They let him out of jail 2 days later. And within 2 months he was off parole and disappeared. It’s been almost 13 years but I’m still terrified he’s going to catch up to me one day.
I was coming home from my restaurant job at like 2 am. I stopped at a sketchy Walgreens to grab some snacks. I was getting into my car when a dude ran up behind me yelling “my friend! My friend! please you must help me!” So startled, I turned and saw a large man in front of me, he had thick Haitian accent. He started frantically explaining that he had just arrived from Haiti and desperately needed a ride to his friends house to reunite with his family.
FYI the giant earthquake in Haiti had just happened. Normally I try and help everyone I can but this dude was giving me weird vibes, like he was on a lot of d***s. I politely declined and he got aggressive and I ended up just hopping into my car driving quickly away. The next morning I saw on the news he had convinced two young girls to give him a ride. He pulled out a knife and forced them to drive about a hundred miles away. He then made them park on a side road somewhere and started stabbing them. One died and the other ran away and got help. He got shot by the police trying to get away.
Got shot in the abdomen during a house invasion. Was bleeding out and the only thing that kept me alive was focusing on my breath and my buddy smacking me across the face and telling me "nobody dies from a shot to the stomach".
Obviously lying to me, but it helped keep me focused.
And I guess the doctors too when I made it to the hospital.
My mom tried to push my stroller in front of a train but my dad saved me.
When I was 18, my ex boyfriend stalked me and basically ambushed me in a municipal parking lot in my small hometown as I was unlocking my car to get in and go home. He punched me in the face twice and I decided to just be compliant and go with him. It was broad daylight and there were other people in the parking lot, but either they didn’t notice or didn’t want to assist. I won’t go into minute details here unless some really wants to understand the ins and outs of why someone you know might do this to you, but he brought me to his parents house where he SAed me and stabbed me 27 times over a period of 4 hours. I survived by not speaking a single word to him the entire time and not reacting to anything that he did to me. I innately knew he wanted to cause me pain and I disconnected myself from the pain and emotion purposely so not to give him anything at all. He eventually stopped and fled and just left me there. When I was sure he was gone, I got dressed the best I could and started walking on the road where a guy I went to high school with previously (we had both already graduated) picked me up and drove me to a friends house in town (I lived in a rural Wisconsin town.) I stayed at her house for over a day before she convinced me to go to the hospital. I was afraid my parents would be angry with me, which was why I was hesitant. They cleaned and debrided my wounds best they could but because I had been walking around like that for so long they couldn’t do much more than that for me. My wounds didn’t go deep enough to hurt my internal organs, but many did cut into my muscle layers. Yes. I had extensive scarring over my torso for a large part of my life until I was able to have cosmetic surgery to remove a lot of my damaged skin and muscle in my chest and abdomen when I was in my 30s.
Nothing happened to my stalker. Stalking laws were not something that were a common thing in 1990. No charges were pressed. My attacker stayed low for a few years in Minneapolis and then moved back to my hometown area where he married a couple of times and had 5 daughters. About 15 years ago he reached out to me on FB and wanted to be “friends.”
My father didn’t want any charges pressed and felt that I had gotten what I deserved for dating the guy in the first place. My mother went along with what he wanted. We never spoke about what happened to me ever again. It was up to me to work through on my own. My dad is dead now and my mom has apologized to me in her own way. I don’t speak with her about it to this day because she feels so guilty and horrible and I honestly do not want to do more to her that would make her feel that way. She somehow felt controlled by my dad for many years until she divorced him after 35 years of marriage. I have gone to therapy in the last 15 years of my life and it helped, but most everything I’ve done to survive and live has been based on spending a lot of my time being honest and introspective of myself. Trying to become as much of an expert on myself as I can. That started the minute that I got into the car with him and we headed out to his parents house and it hasn’t stopped since.
I survived by not giving my attacker what he wanted, despite being compliant with what he asked.
I got stabbed in the chest a few years ago, during a fight with some bike thieves. Didn't notice at the time, and escaped the fight and rode the bike away. Then I checked myself and discovered lots of blood. Went to nearby shop and sat down inside, put my finger in the hole and called the ambulance. I had a punctured lung and blood in the plureal cavity, but I was otherwise ok. The lad that did it went to prison.
Adrenaline. It's your will to survive that made you feel nothing
Cartel tried to kidnap me and my parents in Mexico. We were in a rented Mexican car, and are American, but are obvious Hispanic, my step dad being white with blue eyes, so the only white person.
I was expecting a decision from a top law school program, and was hellbent on coming back home.
Three trucks blocked us in, but the one on the driver side didn’t pull up far enough to block us in all the way. Masked men got out of the vehicles and surrounded us with assault rifles, banging on the glass trying to shatter it.
I began yelling at the masked men, telling them you’re going to regret this. My parents were frozen, and I started yelling at mom to put the car into drive, pop the curb, and not look back. She did, and we got away luckily. In America we are taught to comply, but my instincts told me otherwise in Mexico, and I’m so glad I listened to it.
I got into the program, and I realized the little powerless girl in my childhood became a fearless, fast thinking bada*s. 😂.
When i was around 10 years old my abusive father decided i need to learn how to swim. He just threw me into the lake. I was struggling and he did nothing. I lost consciousnes and almost drowned. Random adult guy saved me from drowning. My father twisted the story to make it seem like he lost me out of his sight when i clearly remember him standing near, watching as i sank down. Im still scared of deep water, im almost 30 and i cant swim, i never tried again after that experience.
This us how they tried to teach my grandmother how to swim. The same thing happened. She panicked and someone had to jump in and save her. She too was so traumatized she stated away from water her whole life. I remember being a little girl and she wouldn't even get into a hot tub she was that afraid of water. I have a low opinion of my great grandparents.
I was at a summer camp when I was in my early teens. It was at a small school since it wasn't used during the summer anyways. An older kid who I often got into fights with was strangling me against a wall. But on the other side of the wall was a classroom, and I could hear people in it. So I when I couldn't get him off me, I repeatedly banged my fist against the wall as hard as I could. It didn't take long for a counselor to investigate, and they pulled him off of me.
Was basically a functional light d**g addict when I was a teenager. An acquaintance and I were held against our will and she didn't make it, I did, it took 3 days.
It was a normal day, went out with a "friend" and two acquaintances, to a relatively normal house but our drinking water was d***ged. Ended up at the other "friends" house. I realized once we got inside that there were no doorknobs, windows were nailed shut, etc. Phones and clothes were taken, the other girl was far more gone and already working the streets (I never did) so they'd take her out and bring her back. Was beaten up pretty badly, d***ged out of my mind, etc. Stopped fighting back. They didn't take me out of the house except to lock me in a shed sometimes. I pretended to be more d***ged than I really was and listened to what the guys talked about. It was where to leave our bodies.
One day she and the other two were out doing what she did, the guy watching the house (and me) fell asleep. He'd been strung out for days and had just failed at a suicide attempt in front of me so it was a DEEP sleep. They hadn't locked me in the shed that day, but left me in the main house as I'd become compliant and learned to act more d***ged than I really was. Got my phone out from under the guy (they were trying to make it look like I left of my own accord/ throw off friends and family) charged it for 10 minutes while I found someone else's clothes and shoes, ripped out most of my fingernails getting a window open. Ran until I couldn't breathe, called for help.
And got clean. Over a decade ago. The other girl was never seen again.
Always remember that men f**k girls that are clearly drugged because "they're "only" prostitutes". And also be clear about that - and make it clear to everybody: whoever uses these women is a f*****g rapist and no better than the men who d**g, abduct and torture women into doing it. the customers are responsible. It's their money feeding this system. Men who don't care about sex trafficked, raped and tortured young woman as long as it means they get their d**k wet.
I [made love] with a girl I met at work. She apparently had a boyfriend that found out about her infidelity. He was stalking me for months that followed. One night, I looked outside my window and saw the guy standing in the shadows beside my house. I didn't leave out of fear for quite some time. The guy was later executed for several unrelated deaths he caused. I would have been one of them had I not seen him hiding that night.
When I was an early teenager, I went to a friend's house whose older sister was having a party. It had alcohol, but very limited. Her parents were home and we mostly played video games and cards. But, more people than expected showed up, including some people who had already graduated.
This one guy was a former high school jock loser who started in on making fun of me/hitting on me. The parents asked him to leave and he did, making a bit of a fuss but eventually walking out.
I was all upset and crying and wanted to go home, but home was a mile-ish walk through some woods and dark roads, so her parents told me they would drive me home in a bit when the party was over.
I was still upset and I was very dumb, so after a bit, I snuck out and walked home.
A few hundred yards from my house, someone hit me with something(I was told it was a baseball bat) and stabbed me in the stomach several times. I do not remember any of this, nor do I remember someone finding me bleeding in a ditch and taking me to a hospital.
If I had been there for much more time, I probably would have bled out and died in a ditch.
Was it the Jock/loser dude? I would think so; otherwise, why mention him?
My ex boyfriend was abusive the entire time we were together, but it culminated in him trying to strangle me with an electric cord.
Our elderly neighbor randomly knocked on our door because she needed help shoveling her driveway (snow,) right as I was starting to lose consciousness.
He was a police officer so he had an appearance to keep up and immediately switched his mask back to answer and go help her.
I found out later when my ex left for his overnight shift that she had long suspected something bad was happening because she would see me with bruises and gotten a bad feeling out of nowhere that night, and that is why she came over to “ask for help.”
She called her son to take me to the hospital and that was when I was finally able to leave him.
I will always consider her my guardian angel.
**Sidenote for anyone reading this: if a partner ever makes you feel unsafe- LEAVE. Make a safety plan and gtfo. They will always do it again and it will always get worse.**
Edit: Wow thank you for all of the awards & kind responses! If you relate to this experience I am truly sorry from the bottom of my heart & hope you are safe.
For further context- I was 16 years old and he was 26. I had been kicked out of my house (whole different story,) and he “swept in,” and “saved” me.
I (naively & ironically,) thought I would be safe from my abusive family situation with a police officer.
This situation was indeed reported by ER staff as I was a minor and did eventually give his name.
This happened in a small-ish township where the whole department were his coworkers.
Many charges were technically filed but he was never actually arrested and everything was dropped after alibis were provided by his coworkers & a general coverup was done.
I made a post on a DV sub about the situation awhile ago that included snippets of some of the reports as proof but it kinda blew up and I deleted it out of fear he’d somehow find it.
I was granted a short RO basically as a “stfu,” measure but he would still have other officers bother me around town and harass me with fake numbers so nothing could ever be directly linked to him. Then the second it expired he began physically stalking me again.
It has been many years. I have since moved over halfway across the country, changed my legal name, changed my number at least a dozen times, and if you were to look my name up online it’s like I don’t exist.
He still will pop up occasionally with a random letter or spam texts from fake numbers as a little “Hey I’m still here and watching you,” I guess.
It doesn’t affect me much anymore- as crazy as that may sound. You become numb to it. I’ve basically had to accept that he will probably never fully leave me alone.
Moral of the story is again: LEAVE and don’t look back. No matter what gender you and the abuser are, no matter what ages, no matter “how bad,” the abuse is-*no. matter. what.*.
When I was 14 I went to a local fair with a couple of friends. There were some older guys there causing trouble. Some people I knew were going to try and fight them. I didn't want any part in it and left. On my way back the ones I knew ran past me.
One of the older guys was chasing them, stopped Infront of me and asked if I was with them. I said no, he called me a lying c**t and hit me. I fell over and he started kicking me, then his mates joined in.
I woke up about 10 minutes later, head was pounding, I couldn't see properly, couldn't breathe properly and was dizzy for 3 weeks.
One of them threw a brick at the back of my head while I was on the ground. Apparently he had tried to lift a stack of bricks still cemented together to drop on me but couldn't pick it up. Only reason I'm alive is because he wasn't strong enough.
That was 22 years ago and I'm still part deaf in my left ear, have a spot on my head that hurts if I press it and get nervous if my backs not against a wall when I'm out.
I remember a time when no matter what started the fight, if someone had kicked an opponent already on the ground, his friends would have tried to hold him back, and if he had continued, he'd been seen as a coward and piece of s**t. Yeah, not in really bad circles, but among 'normal' people.
My brother (8) was choking me (7) out and wouldn't stop even as I struggled and hit him and tried to get away. He covered my mouth and held my nose, and I was blacking out. I took my nails and DUG THEM into his arms so hard I drew blood and caused deep, lasting gooves. He snapped out of it let go and I scurried away into the bathroom and locked myself in.
My parents later punished me severely for "being dramatic" about it. They didn't see his eyes while he was holding me down and strangling me. Totally calm, emotionless. Dead eyes. They KNEW he had heavy behavioral issues before that. They still chose to believe I was just being a drama queen.
A father took his wife's life, then came to the school looking to do the same to his son. The staff convinced him his son was not there after he threatened to [end] everyone in my class. He was caught in Indiana on his way to [end] his parents. He was schizophrenic, could not afford his medicine anymore, and had an episode where he thought the world was ending, so he was going to [end] his family so they would not suffer.
Him holding a knife at someone's grandmother's throat while yelling,
"I'll [end] them all, they are already dead
", was extremely terrifying to a class of 7-year-olds.
I was 21. He drove me into a river at 2:00am on a below-freezing night about 30 miles from town.
I was asleep in the passenger seat and woke up when the water hit my legs. The doors wouldn’t open due to the pressure, but luckily the windows were down. We swam out (I dragged him to shore). He laid on the river bank and cried while incoherently apologizing. I led us through the woods for hours until we found a farm house.
I was mostly fine, but had hypothermia and a torn ACL. I told him to [end] himself asap and leave me out of it. 😬 then I never spoke to him again.
We were not together, nor had we ever been. We were just friends and former roommates. I’ll never understand why he wanted to take me with him.
My ex wife was behind the wheel of her car with the door open, I was standing between her and the door trying to talk to her. She reversed hard out of the parking lot and the door knocked me back. She then floored it straight at me as I was trying to get up. Only recourse was to jump on the hood. Got my fingers on one hand in the hood lip by the windshield, and hung on for dear life. Got thrown off and hit my back and head against the curb when she went around a curve in the apartment complex. She ran before she got tracked down by the SPs on the base we worked at.
I don’t know how fast she was going, probably not more than 15-25 mph, but don’t let the action movies fool you. Jumping on a hood is neither easy, nor fun. It’s f*****g terrifying.
Commenting from a throwaway because it’s an ongoing case and keeping details vague for the same reason.
I was a teenager, she was an adult, we were sexually involved. I started realizing how dangerous of a situation I got in, so I was trying to break things off. She was a generally well known person in my community and worked with kids (how we met, actually- I was a child she worked with) and she lured me up to a remote part of my town near a massive forest. She zip tied my ankles and wrists, and attempted to strangle me. I survived because I played dead and she was too out of her mind terrified to check if that was actually the case. I ended up walking nearly four miles to my friend’s house (the nearest by thing I could make my way to) and saw her the very next day.
The look on her face I will never, ever forget.
When I was 23, I was robbed at gunpoint by a guy who was about my age, maybe a bit younger.
I disassociated immediately after the encounter, so my memories of the event are sort of in the third person and weird. But I remember he asked me if I had any valuables that he hadn't already taken, while he was pointing the gun in my face. I told him he could check my pockets. He briefly got this look of shame on his face and let me go.
I guess pointing a gun is impersonal, but reaching into a woman's front and butt pockets felt wrongly intimate and crossed a boundary for him.
FWIW, the only "valuables" he got were $14 USD, an almost three-year-old Android phone, and a third generation Kindle. .
I know this sounds bad but I guess even a robber has far more better morals than all these "friends, families and exs" here. P.s. I think getting robbed at gunpoint is far more better than getting gr*ped, r*ped, beaten, or almost getting killed.
I had a gun pointed in my face while fishing near a weed grow.
‘06/‘07ish. I was hiking up a river fishing for the day. Going up smaller tributaries for trout in the fall. I was a few miles in and came around a bend to riverside plants as tall as me. I was 16 and didn’t care. I was fishing. As I’m working up the water I hear some rustling, turn around and there’s a man with me at gunpoint maybe 10’ away. I said “I’m so sorry. I’m just here to fish. I’ll turn around. I’m so sorry.” He just stood there. Said nothing. I begin walking back down stream waiting for my time to end. Longest minutes of my life.
Now here’s the kicker. I forgot my stringer. I was in cargo shorts. I had a couple fish with deep hooksets so I kept them to eat. I put them in a cargo pocket and dipped my legs into the water here n there. Through this ENTIRE INCIDENT they were floundering in my pocket making noise. I could only laugh about it in hindsight. My shaking in fear accompanied by my left leg pocket bouncing erratically.
People growing secret pot stashes can get very violent. They'll even shoot at game wardens/park rangers.
Way back in 8th grade, another student attempted to stab me in the throat.
The situation was the teacher left the room for a few minutes, I don't remember why, but it's not important. The friend sitting next to me got up to go talk to someone on the other side of the room but left all his things, including a completed homework assignment that was due in our next class. The girl sitting in front of us turned around and grabbed it. Now, while we weren't close friends, I had always considered myself on good and friendly terms with this girl. I made a comment along the lines of "hey, don't copy his work, do it yourself," but I completely meant it in a joking way as I often joked with her and thought she was just taking it to check his answers against hers. She responded in a rather blunt tone "why don't you mind your own business." I don't know why I said it, I don't know why it came to my mind, and I do absolutely regret it, but I just blurted out "why don't you go eat a donut." Again, I don't know where that came from, if it was a line from a show or cartoon buried in the back of my mind, but there's no real excuse for saying it. We jokingly made fun of each other a lot, but I had never once made fun of her weight before this.
Anyway, she didn't respond; she simply stood up and walked away. I sat there for another minute or two before I heard someone across the room shout my name followed by "look out." Still sitting at the desk, I turned my head just in time to see her behind me with an arm raised that she thrust down toward me. She had gotten up to go sharpen her pencil before coming back up behind me to attempt to stab me in the throat. I got both of my arms up in time to stop her and slightly redirect the trajectory of the pencil, but it still grazed my neck, scrapping the skin and causing some minor bleeding, but luckily, it didn't directly penetrate my throat like she was intending. I sat there holding off the arm holding the pencil while she pounded me in the head with her other hand for a few minutes until a couple of teachers rushed in following the commotion and were able to pull her off.
In the end, she was only suspended for a week, but was removed from my class when she came back. I did play down the event when talking to the school administrators because I felt bad about what I said to instigate it and because, again, I did feel like we were friendly before this and didn't want her to get expelled with less than a month left in the school year. I found out after the fact from others in the class that she had previously [ended] her step-father at a young age after a few years of enduring serious physical abuse from him. Apparently, this was common knowledge to most of the class who had grown up around her, but I had no idea as I had only transferred into that school for that one school year. So yeah, even though she very much tried to [end] me, I still feel bad for her.
I was cpr'd for 45 mins to bring me back.
I went into hiding, He got off on a technicality
Went to court.
I got him fired so he wouldn't beat the s**t outta any more patients.
He was someone i was dating, a security guard at a hospital, he'll never work again. Not in security at least.
Almost stabbed in Columbus. My friend was so high and didn't know what was going on and just grabbed the dude by the shoulders and moved him aside. Knife guy didn't know how to respond. Later saw him get tased and arrested.
When i was a kid, my little brother had a mild obsession with knives, to the point where he collected them under his pillow. once, for reasons i've forgotten since, he got mad at me and stabbed me in the back, literally, with a seam ripper. had he used any of the knives under his pillow i'd be dead now.
I just want to give this whole article a “What the fúck?? Oh hot damn!”. And I also want to mete things out to the offenders. Care to wander the streets with me?
Load More Replies...I had a boyfriend in the mid 2000s that would get blackout drunk daily. I was working 50 miles away and called him to let him know I was omw home. 45 minutes later I got home to be slung to the floor by my hair, him slobberingly furious about where I had been, what took me so long, he made me take all my clothes off, straddled my chest, held a large kitchen knife to my throat with one had and slapping the left side of my face, demanding to know where I had been. I surreptitiously dialed 911 on my flip phone when I could but the call would drop and it was early cell phone days, before your address could be linked to your cell number. I was certain he was going to kill me. He only stopped when he had to pee, which he proceeded to do right on the living room floor. I was absolutely terrified, got the F outta there and fled. Never went back. I hope he rots in prison.
Glad you got out of there and you're still with us. Hope you're doing okay these days <3
Load More Replies...Can we include government policies that sees people so frightened to seek medical care because of costs. Taxes so high that affording to eat or heat is costing people their lives too.
That guy who couldn’t afford his medication and had a psychotic episode… There are a lot of people living on the streets who are in the same boat. I was having a cig after work a few months ago and this guy in his 20s, who clearly had issues, asked if he could have my short. I said okay, and then he started going off on people and things, and talking about people watching him… I almost immediately said, “Here ya go” and went to get on the train (this is a pet peeve of mine… people who are actually from Chicago don’t call it the El. It’s the train). I kept thinking he’d follow me up the stairs, but dude was in a completely different place.
Load More Replies...Mine: (1) Wrapped my father's car around a tree (military police estimated approx 100 mph when we left the roadway), crawled out with three passengers, medivac'd to Bethesda ICU. (2) Passenger in backseat of VW Beetle, gas line broke, heard "whoosh", turned to see back engulfed inflames, we bailed out, car rolled backwards down hill and exploded in flames. (3) Meth-addled ex-gf showed up at front door, raised 10" knife from behind back and brought down trying to hit me in chest, dodged, grabbed her wrist, called cops. (4) Two other trips to ICU separated by 20 years, most recent septic, emergency surgery, close call.
These were all interesting and disturbing. What I deduced from these stories is that there are, as we know, a lot of mentally disturbed/ d**g addicted people in society who are unpredictable.
So many have mental issues and use drúgs and alcohol to cope. I have no answers to this. You can’t make people take medication, and how would it be paid for anyway? It’s just really shítty.
Load More Replies...Those that are from Southern California might be familiar with the Kern river up near Bakersfield. It's a fast moving river especially in spring. Well a 5 year old me was unattended and i fell into it. Some random folks on the bank where able to fish me out. I've might multiple folks that have almost died or almost lost a kid in that river.
When I was about 16 or 17 I was playing in a above ground pool with some friends doing flips and cannon balls. I went for another flip and didnt rotate enough and ended up diving into the bottom of the pool head first. When I hit I saw a flash bright light and then coudnt move. No one seemed to notice as I floated there face down. Just as things started going dark I got control of my muscles and was able to lift my head out of the water.
I just want to give this whole article a “What the fúck?? Oh hot damn!”. And I also want to mete things out to the offenders. Care to wander the streets with me?
Load More Replies...I had a boyfriend in the mid 2000s that would get blackout drunk daily. I was working 50 miles away and called him to let him know I was omw home. 45 minutes later I got home to be slung to the floor by my hair, him slobberingly furious about where I had been, what took me so long, he made me take all my clothes off, straddled my chest, held a large kitchen knife to my throat with one had and slapping the left side of my face, demanding to know where I had been. I surreptitiously dialed 911 on my flip phone when I could but the call would drop and it was early cell phone days, before your address could be linked to your cell number. I was certain he was going to kill me. He only stopped when he had to pee, which he proceeded to do right on the living room floor. I was absolutely terrified, got the F outta there and fled. Never went back. I hope he rots in prison.
Glad you got out of there and you're still with us. Hope you're doing okay these days <3
Load More Replies...Can we include government policies that sees people so frightened to seek medical care because of costs. Taxes so high that affording to eat or heat is costing people their lives too.
That guy who couldn’t afford his medication and had a psychotic episode… There are a lot of people living on the streets who are in the same boat. I was having a cig after work a few months ago and this guy in his 20s, who clearly had issues, asked if he could have my short. I said okay, and then he started going off on people and things, and talking about people watching him… I almost immediately said, “Here ya go” and went to get on the train (this is a pet peeve of mine… people who are actually from Chicago don’t call it the El. It’s the train). I kept thinking he’d follow me up the stairs, but dude was in a completely different place.
Load More Replies...Mine: (1) Wrapped my father's car around a tree (military police estimated approx 100 mph when we left the roadway), crawled out with three passengers, medivac'd to Bethesda ICU. (2) Passenger in backseat of VW Beetle, gas line broke, heard "whoosh", turned to see back engulfed inflames, we bailed out, car rolled backwards down hill and exploded in flames. (3) Meth-addled ex-gf showed up at front door, raised 10" knife from behind back and brought down trying to hit me in chest, dodged, grabbed her wrist, called cops. (4) Two other trips to ICU separated by 20 years, most recent septic, emergency surgery, close call.
These were all interesting and disturbing. What I deduced from these stories is that there are, as we know, a lot of mentally disturbed/ d**g addicted people in society who are unpredictable.
So many have mental issues and use drúgs and alcohol to cope. I have no answers to this. You can’t make people take medication, and how would it be paid for anyway? It’s just really shítty.
Load More Replies...Those that are from Southern California might be familiar with the Kern river up near Bakersfield. It's a fast moving river especially in spring. Well a 5 year old me was unattended and i fell into it. Some random folks on the bank where able to fish me out. I've might multiple folks that have almost died or almost lost a kid in that river.
When I was about 16 or 17 I was playing in a above ground pool with some friends doing flips and cannon balls. I went for another flip and didnt rotate enough and ended up diving into the bottom of the pool head first. When I hit I saw a flash bright light and then coudnt move. No one seemed to notice as I floated there face down. Just as things started going dark I got control of my muscles and was able to lift my head out of the water.