Twice, both times car accidents.

First time I was in grade 4 and had a fractured spine. Was paralyzed for weeks.

Second time was a serious spin out in my car and had a collission with the median. Walked unharmed from this one but was really shaken up mentally.

WG

yeah this shit happens to me every once in a while (used to happen more when I smoked a lot...quitted smoking cigarette since) I think it's all the smoke that causes it...the deeper you breath, the more it hurts...still not sure if it's the heart or the lungs....but it feels like a fucking needle piecing in my chest ....really not cool....almost never happened after I quitted smoking...

When I was in 3rd grade I was running home from school, being chased by a friend and I wasn't looking where I was running. I got hit by a bicycle, thrown to the road and had a car screech to a halt so close that I was looking at the oil pan when it stopped. Some part of the bike went through my cheek and I had a hole the size of a quarter clear through.

I have been in intensive care at a hospital for over a week twice in my life from other mishaps.

:thumbsup

I almost drowned when I was 9 and when I was 15 I should have died in a car accident, but the car stopped before going over the edge of a cliff. Incedently I wasn't injured either time.

I had a close friend Die in a car accident, then he was revived.

You are always close to it.. :2 cents:

that's anxiety.. get some meds

Me.

I came close, or at least it felt like I did and I never want to feel it again!

I was at the Cliffhouse in San Fran and was choking and had to get the Heimlick Manuveur done.. I couldn't talk or breathe and just stood up and my mom started yelling for somebody to help me.

The waitor came over and tried but he was panicking.. I got to the point where I couldn't really see anymore and the last thing I remembered was somebody yelling CALL 911!! The next thing I remember is a lady standing behind me, she was a nurse and it was over.

Oh yeah, I choked on chocolate mousse, how the hell does that happen. She said it was blocking my asophogus and my body was panicking.

Came Close to death to many times to Mention :( Which one do you want to hear :1orglaugh

year 2000 car accident :helpme

once got run over by a car, not exactly close to death though

NSX?

I used to have one of those, and I almost killed myself in it too. Wrapped it around a poll at a train crossing.

I fucked a dead chick once on a dare. Is that close enough?

and I had a gun put to my head during a deal that went really bad . . . although, to be honest, I did not really think he would be stupid enough to pull the trigger

I was shot twice in a drive by when I was 13 once in the chest and once in the knee spent 2 weeks in coma....

I had an insane kidney infection that almost killed me. I never go to the doctors, so i didnt think anything of having a really bad lower back pain...I ignored it for a few days till it got to the point I coulont even stand up. Then the fever started... it was well over 104 for three days.. I was to delirious to check to see what it really was.. after the 4th day at home.. ... I felt better. I woke up, called my bro.. he came to pick me and my son (who was 1 at the time) and we were to hang out all day. After a few hours in town I started feeling really sick again.. my fever was at 105 and I was starting to lose my eyesight.. I literally couldnt see anything.

my poor brother had a gig to play in an hour.. but didnt want to leave me or his nephew.. so I had a friend rescue me..took me to the hospital to find out I had a fever of 106..they immediately started pumping me full of shit..checking for brain damage.. I lay in the hospital for 6 days.. 4 of those days my temp was at 106..i thought my brain was frying. The doctor told me that if I wouldnt have come to the hospital I would have died from seizures from the high fever.

The reason i got the Kidney infection... crazy ass rough sex..whoa!

I was involved in a motorcycle crash. I snapped my left femur in half about 4 inches above the knee.

After two weeks in the hospital they put me into surgery, and that was when they realized that I had 3 blood clots in my lungs. ( xrays before the cutting table,) The inserted a 3 lb rod into my femur and sent me back to my room on massive blood thinners. I was not alloud to shave for fear of me cutting myself and bleeding to death. I was on 30 liters of oxygen per minute, and had an ache in my chest that was killing me. Found out later that my heart stopped during the surgery., They had to flip me over and jump start me again.

Spent two more weeks in the hospital pissing off the nurses, because I kept pinching their asses.

I was told that I would never run again, and would have a hard time walking.

I proved them wrong on both.

I have been twice. Gives me a different perspective on life than many others. :glugglug

I almost bled to death after having my second child. I woke up from the surgery freaking out because they had me on oxygen and whatnot, and I freaked out even more when I heard the nurses frekaing out because I was bleeding out fast, they thought they cut an artery when they did the surgery, and that they had to call the doctor back in to take me into emergency surgery and give me salene etc. I came through it ok, but it turns out I have a severe bleeding problem. I was very afraid that I would be leaving the world and my two little children behind. It was pretty close.

I never actually saw the light but I've had two times in my life where I've thought: "I really could've and maybe should've died there."

The first was at a club in Kansas City. These two groups of extremely hardcore gang-banger guys were in line with my friends and I. They start talking shit to each other and before you know it, it's a full on shoot out. One bullet hit right by my head on the wall behind me and my friend was shot in the leg. All we were doing was waiting in line to get in.

The second was when I wrecked my car when I was 23. I tore the thing in half across a light pole on a major freeway and somehow all three of us walked away. I'm lucky beyond words for that one.

When I was 13 I got pneumonia really, really bad. My left lung was completely full of fluid so it couldn't function properly at all. My right lung was 50% full of fluid. Due to being sick for several days I was also severely dehydrated and had strep throat.

I had someone call 911 for me because I literally could not breath. As I took a deep breath the mucus in my lungs got caught and obstructed the airway. It felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest and there was nothing I could do about it. I struggled and took in another deep breath, finally breaking loose the clogged air passage. It was a bit of relief but at the same time I was terrified that another clog would come, but the next time I may not be able to break free.

Once I got to the hospital I was feeling a little better but not much. The doctor took x-rays and sent me home after seeing the pneumonia. Later that day my regular doctor received copies of the x-rays and ordered me to return to the hospital for a couple days. Was a good thing he ordered me back, I got even worse real quick.

My blood oxygen level dropped to the 80s (I'm usually around 97, which is good). When you drop under 90 they start to worry. You get very lightheaded and delirious. You feel like absolute crap and you just want to sleep.

They plugged me into an oxygen feed and put me on a ventilator to help open my air passages. Gave me an IV with antibiotics and "sugar water" to hydrate my body. Ordered me to eat and drink constantly... do you have any idea how difficult it is to eat when you can't breathe? I also received chest percussion therapy 4 times a day, 1 hr. sessions where they basically beat the crap out of my chest and back to help break the mucus up.

At one point a doctor came in and told me my life would be changed forever. He said that if I made it home (yes, IF), I would probably be sick for the rest of my life. He also said that most healthy people in that situation would have a very difficult time pulling through... due to my pre-existing medical condition, I obviously wasn't considered "healthy".

On the 3rd or 4th day a doctor came in again. Told me things were not getting better. He would give the chest therapy one more day to show results or they would need to stick a couple tubes into my lungs to start sucking out the crap. Somehow the next day my x-rays showed improvement. The therapy started to work.

Since then, I now sleep with a ventilator at night and do chest therapy once a day to keep my passages open. Oddly enough, a year later the same thing happened to me again. That time I truly thought I was done.

Don't know how I made it through, but I did. Maybe it was God looking over me, or maybe it was just me being my usual persistent self. Haven't been sick like that once since, though last fall I did have a small scare. Shit like that puts your life in check. You could lose everything in a matter of seconds.

I was Shot in the head 5 times with a Double Barel Shot Gun and stabbed in the heart 24 times and got ran over a 18 wheeler after the whole incident.. Is that considered close to death?






Naaaaaaaahhhhhhh :disgust guess not...

I was at the woodstock 99 , I was on a destructive path and felt invincible...and was bumping all night not slept in 24 hours , not drinking and sitting in 100 degree heat...when i mixed 3 geltabs of bad acid... I started slipping into a nightmare of a trip....I felt like I was dying and the whole world was watching me I felt people trying to pull me in and bringing me back and I felt myself on the other side ..I saw ambulances trying to revive me...
Then I woke up in a (makeshift) hospital tied to the bed.I didnt know who I was for 10 minutes I though my whole life was a coma and I was sacred to look in the mirror to see who I actually was....I was told that I was going wild and was violent in my trip! I came back 14 hours later and the dumb psycho girl I was with didnt even know I was gone , she thought Im having a good time in the crowds...
Security told me they took me away in the ambulance!
then the next day I kept just falling down like my knees just couldnt hold me and would just fall down!...
I was never scared so much in my life for I was alone and didnt know what was real and what was a trip!
So I decided not to give two shits and took some more bumps and went home!
fair to say some of you will agree with me that dont ever underestimate the power of the mind!
I still have the woodstock makeshift hospital release paper! scribblked on it it says "dont do drugs?
and all they wanted to know is what type of acid it was so they can warn people about it to stay away!
I just wish I knew how close I was or I was just having a really bad trip!

That's a mental thing. Your body won't let you stop breathing unless there's something very wrong.

I was last year. I found God during that ordeal. Im suprised anyone can go through thinking they're going to die and still be athiest.

I was making deals with God, "if you let me live I'll donate a ton of money to charity", and I did.

When I was 4 I got hit by a car, there were actually two cars trying to avoid me and were zigzagging to avoid me & a headon collision. I was in a intensive care probably a coma, due to head injuries and what not. All I remembered was the two cars just before being hit. When I was 11, I was in an office with my grandmother and the secretary was talking about near death experiences. She asked if I knew what it was - I described it in total detail - a mountain, the vibrant colors around it, the tunnel, the welcoming light calling you - asking you if you really think you should be there or if you want to go back. This lady sat there with her mouth open and then asked where I read about it - I didn't and just then realized that it was my view of what I saw and I just at that moment remembered I saw it when I woke up at the hospital when I was little, I was wearing the same outfit cuz it was mother's day.

The other strange thing is that the day after this encounter with the secretary and revelation of this experience - I met one of the drivers of the car - the one that took off and didn't bother to find out how I was.

The freakier part, was I only found the police report a few years ago. My husband was born on the day of my accident.

Do not take the brown acid

Crashed and burned motorcycle racing. :1orglaugh

It was largely a pleasant experience, no pain until later. Since I didn't think I could survive, my only fear was having a spinal inury or something worse than death.

Funny thing - I was a bigtime smoker back then and I came too to find a horde of people staring at me and the ambulance on the way.

I casually asked the crowd who had a cigarette, selected the best brand, and smoked it there on the pavement while I waited.:thumbsup

lol exactly although coincidentally I think it was brown, but it was a geltab and thinking back I was so stupid to even take something from the guy that gave it to me just by looking at him...he looked like he got booted from satans training camp for being too extreme...
He had a piercing in every part of his body with chains and wires connecting them all, it was like a scary version connect the dots....plus he weighed two pounds and was telling me how he was just in the hospital for being shot at by some hahahahahahas!

I have had many terrible accidents, only some of them have been near death experiences though. Two come to mind. First when I was only about 5 or 6 years old, I was running around the house with a fake microphone (you know the microphone with the foam top) this time there wasnt any foam on the top of the microphone so it was just a peice of plastic. Anyhow I was running around the house , I then tripped and fell and hit the wall, the peice of plastic went up into the roof of my mouth only centimeters away from main arteries. Still have a bad ass scar on the roof of my mouth.

The other time, I got run over by my friends car, while I had been holding onto the drivers side window on a skateboard, he was going too fast and I panicked and put my foot down on the pavement, and forgot to let go and got dragged under the car, popped the right side of my chest out permanently and suffered severe third degree burns on my foot (thought it was just a scratch and didnt go to the hospital for 2 weeks) But when everything was all said and done Im still breathing.

I've been there 3 times.

Don't even wanna remember.

i kinda thought that myself, thats usally how i finally get to passout, i remind myself i always wake up everytime this happens, i just guess i have to figure out a way to just trust my body. i guess because a fear of death. i have no beliefs so to me once its over, its over and thats it.

Does it happen every night?

Does it happen if you try to take a quick nap during the day or if you try deep relaxation/meditation?

Next time you go to sleep try to observe yourself during the process.

It will be hard as we are just used to drifting off and waking up in the morning for many years but if you regularly try to remain conscious while falling asleep (if that makes any sense) you may learn something about the process that will remove your fear of death. I think we all have an inbuilt fear of death whether we say we are religeous/spiritual atheist whatever. Another name for it is the survival instinct.

Some things you may notice immediately or after a while of trying regularly may include hearing/feeling a buzzing or ringing sensation as well as paralysis, (not being able to move your body or really be aware of it at all but still be conscious). :upsidedow

much more expensive then a nsx

quiet...good post....

Spent 17 years in the nightclub biz LA Beverly Hills Hollywood...many many times stared in the face of death, only reason still alive is because I have more purpose and there are more things that I need to do in this life.:thumbsup

when i was younger, a friend of mine, hiw two brothers, and myself were riding a 3 wheel harley davidson golf cart on an atv trail. we hit a turn going too fast and almost rolled the cart of top of all 4 of us. luckily no one even got hurt.

no shit?

i got a scar on the roof of my mouth too, when i was 6 i had one of those huge lollipop sticks in my mouth, and it had a very sharp end.. the part where they put the candy on.

anyways. im walking into my aunt/uncles house and my fatass bitch of a cousin kicks the door in my face.. stick went into the roof of my mouth and i couldnt even look up without gagging on my own blood.

god i wanna kill that cunt.

oh yeah.. and afterwards she told my parents i was running around the house and fell, and that she tried to make me stop.

1. when I was 18 I tryed to swim accros the lake near my town, aprox 1mi. I got to 95% of that, but then I lost my legs and nearly drown, I was screaming for help for like 5 min, till somebody heard me.

2. I hated my first boss, and one time when he sent me to buy him some food, I called a friend of mine and we raced with the cars. This was on a narrow 2-way road, and I was almost ahead of him when a car poped up in the lane I was driving. Only my mad skillz keeped me (and the car, it was a Honda) in one piece. Btw, this road was uphill road with no fence, so there you go.

Yeah, a Lamborghini. What's the story behind that crash???

no

front brake disk broke at a speed of about 160mph.
as a consequence the front right wheel blocked and the car went off a german autobahn.

and flew about 150metres into the nearby wood

Yes, I was once only inches away from a head on collision. :(

After my near death experience, I felt like a ghost. When I entered my house and saw my shoes just sitting there, and all my stuff just how I had left it, it REALLY hit home.

Is there a website that tells the full story?? And has more details??

are you the second person that has been in the car?

i've seen the pics


btw - greetz to you, freestyle!

I was standing outside of a pool hall with my ex GF when I was 17. As we walked out, a gang member ran by and when he got about 2 feet away, a truck drove by, opened fire which missed my head by about a foot. The kid dropped, the kids in the truck jumped out, grabbed his limp body and threw it in the truck.

no.
this is the full story.

no he isnt...

greetings back, but who are you?

remember now? :1orglaugh