What was the scariest moment in your life?

WOW these are some fantastic stories guys.. It's so intresting to know about peoples lives and what they have experienced... Please guys keep them coming...

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my scariest moment in my life was when i saw the photo of a bitch i talked to icq for about 1 month... damn... that bitch is ugly
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What insane stories!!!

I guess Im am very fortunate (praise Jesus) I really can't think of a time that I was REALLY scared.

I guess my time will come, I just hope I survive like the rest of you.

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My scariest moment was when I was kidnapped by aliens

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I was teaching at a private school, and was the musical director for a show that was travelling across the country. We were performing a series of shows in the northeast of the US during a snowstorm.

We were on our way back from a show late at night, when I saw a glint out of the corner of my eye. I did not really think about what I was doing, it was as if I was outside of my body. I ran to the embankment where a car was off the road, and there was smoke coming from under the car.

I saw a woman in the car, and I climbed in through the passenger window. I saw a baby seat in the back and tried to ask the woman where her baby was. Luckily there was no baby in the car. I could smell the gasoline, and the smoke was getting thick.

One of my students was near the car, and yelled up to the others to call an ambulance. I tried to get the woman out of the car. It was then that I realized that her leg was broken, and intertwined with the metal in the car, extracting her was impossible.

She was crying, and the smoke was getting thicker, and the gas smell was getting stronger. Gus, my student, yelled "Mr C, the gas is leaking and the fire is getting closer. Get out, Get out"

The woman was crying, hysterically. She begged me, please don't leave me. I looked in her eyes, and saw nothing but raw terror there. I yelled at Gus to get away from the car. He said, Mr C, I am not leaving you. I was so torn, I did not want my student to be hurt, I did not want to leave this woman alone to burn up in this car, and I did not want to die. I had no choice in my mind, and I stayed. I just held this strangers hand, and stayed.

I was lucky, in the sense that the fire trucks and police showed up right at that moment. They covered the car with foam, and they extracted the woman with the jaws of life. A few months later when she was rehabilitated she made a trip to the school, and spoke in front of the school about her experience.

It was for me, the scariest moment in my life.

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I was invited to go scuba diving in Australia at the Great Barrier Reef.
Its where all scuba divers want to do a dive eventually in their lives
cause its so clear and beautiful. I didn't know shit 'bout scuba I never
did any diving w/tanks b4. My brother-in-law was hosting the gig and
he was diving since he was a wee lad. Me and my brother got a few
quick lessons in his pool and a few days later we went to the reef to
do the "big dive".

I'm sixty feet down and after seeing this glorious scenery and sea life
for what seemed to me to be five minutes was actually ½ an hour.
That's how much air-time I had in the tank I was using. Breathing
became very labored and I remembered, from the lessons, about the
reserve lever behind my head. I pulled the lever and breathing became
easier but its suppose to be only five minutes of air on reserve. I make
a b-line for the surface and find myself about 300 yards from shore
with major waves crashing down on me. I spit out the mouth piece and
go on snorkel because the air in the tank is now gone. The weight of my
gear is keeping me from getting anything but my head barely above the
surface and every wave that crashes down on me slams down the snorkel
and gags me.

I now have to navigate between these little coral patches and crawl on
top of them then dive in the water again to reach the next coral patch
to make my way to shore. When I am on the coral the waves crash down
on me and rake me over the sharp coral and I am being cut through the
wetsuit and am bleeding in a hundred places. The weight of the gear is
adding to the injuries as I am being raked over the coral patches.

By the time I made it to shore I was so exhausted I could barely keep
conscious. I was bleeding from my back, knees, elbows, shoulders, ass,
hips, chin, forehead, and chest. I laid on the beach for about an hour
b4 I could reach to start getting the gear off. It was 44C (whatever
that is in Farenheight) and I could not catch my breath. If I didn't
have the wetsuit on I would have been cut to ribbons way before I
made it to shore. I never went diving again and never will. I truly
saw death about 100 yards from shore and thought "this is it".

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Awesome posts man keep them coming..

I guess one of scariest moment's was my 3rd
jump in jump school. Never bothered me before my 3rd jump nor after, jumping from planes or choppers. As a matter of fact I really liked it alot the jumping (a real blast, just all the other shit
that went with being airborne that I didn't like.

Jim

I dont think i can bungy jump ever...

A few weeks ago I was in the shower while my kids were watching tv. When i got out my 2 year old was missing. He figured out how to get the back door unlocked and decided he wanted to see the world. We found him with the help of neighbors and the police about a half hour later playing in another backyard up the street. It was the scariest 30 minutes of my life.