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Hey Pandas, What Is A Terrifying Experience You’ve Encountered Firsthand? (Closed)
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High school.
Realizing the people you cared for don't care about you
When I was in the sixth grade, two of the three girls I’d been hanging out with all year told me they had never liked me...they’d just been pretending for for the third girl’s sake. This was also the year my stepfather raped me and continued to sexually abuse me until I left home at 18. It was also the year I almost drowned (chronicled elsewhere on this post). It was a really 💩ty year!
Afghanistan, Iraq and Bosnia......Need i say more, 8 years of my life
OK, take your pick of my top 3:
1. Was driving on a exit ramp which veered to the right, so I wanted to follow the exit to the right. But my car went straight ahead and headed towards a large 3 m wide road sign, then towards a street light, then into the bushes. I experienced time slow down, it all seemed to take minutes, but in reality it probably was 2 seconds. Turned out the road had unexpectedly iced over. Car had damage on 3 sides and was total loss, I was fine.
2. For the first time in my life I had a plane seat on the front row and was really enjoying the experience. Plane started taking off and just before lift off the pilot hit the breaks. We got slammed into our seat belts. Everybody was screaming. Pandemonium in the cockpit (the door was open so I could see, this was a holiday flight). Plane stopped just before the end of the runway with burning tyres, flames, and lots of smoke. Total panic, ambulances, fire trucks etc all over the place.
Turned out there was a red light on in the cockpit none of the pilots knew the meaning of, so they thought it better to abort take-off. The light (they found out later) was just to signal that de-icing of one of the windows was not functioning. We were in a tropical place.
3. Was canooing by myself on the Gambia river. Saw a large crocodile on the left bank. It saw me, ran to the river and dived in. I could not see which way it was going and panicked, being from a country that does not exaclty have lots of wild crocodiles. Tried to remember what to do if a crocodile attacks you in a canoo and could not come up with anything. Also, the current was quite strong so I could not really take my time to look for it. I just kept on canooing, totally stressed out, and hoped for the best. That was the most intense canoo trip I ever made.
When I was 10, I went canoeing with my dad. The canoe caught on a log just under the surface, tipped, and I got trapped underneath. It's been almost 30 years, and to this day, just being near natural bodies of water triggers a panic attack.
I almost drowned in a reservoir when I was 11. It was terrifying, but my cousin saw me not come back up and saved my life. I took swim lessons and was able to get past my fear. I’m sorry to hear you’ve been so emotionally paralyzed by this experience—it sounds like an utter nightmare!
I once worked in a really rough run down pub ( i wont give its original name) which had the unfortunate nickname of "the bucket of blood".
I was working the bar alone on a very quiet Sunday evening (the manager was upstairs) when a group of males came in already half drunk. They were celebrating the release of one of the group who had just finished time for killing his own brother. (the family were well known for being pretty violent and evil). This was in Scotland in the 1980S. we were familiar with the odd stabbings and knife fights but that was about it. As the night wore on, the demand for drinks grew more bizarre until they asked for a bottle of MOET champagne. I tried to laugh it off thinking they were joking and saying "Aww we just sold the last bottle" but when the business end of a shotgun was presented to my face, i almost s**t myself for real...my bowels nearly emptied, and i don't know why they didn't. The manager had seen the whole thing on CCTV and came down at a run. They repeated the request to him and he disappeared (to call the police i thought). He returned shortly after with champagne (i had no idea we had any) and gave it to them for free.. that's when i realised that the police were powerless in this area. I had never seen a real gun before this night. within a couple of years, that pub was razed to the ground after a fatal shooting.
There's a pub called "The bucket of blood", in the Nick Cave song "Stagger Lee" (from the record "Murder ballads" --- yes, it was playing as background music while reading this post, it fits 100% perfectly).
Standing 6' away from a cop that shot a kid dead - not justified. i had my 3YO daughter with me - bullet could've hit her if the cop missed. I thought he went mad and was going to start shooting all us hippies.
I was in the Candlestick Park F5 tornado in 1966 in Mississippi. It was scary - it was unbelievable.
There was that one time, when my mom died, in her/my childhood home, in the middle of winter, in the middle of nowhere, on a mountain, that my sister got the State Police to physically eject me from the house (because she had gotten my mother [in full dementia] to sign a Deed giving her the house - and told the police I was violent and destroying the house). The State Police forced me to drag my luggage through the snow, off the property, and into the street, refused to take me anywhere (even the police jail would have been warm), and just left me there (while threatening me with jail). There is no ride share...or taxis....or even cell service on the side of a random mountain in West Virginia.
Then there was the time my ex held a shotgun to my chest and informed me I was never gonna leave him (not in WV).
And then there was the time I had to drive myself to the emergency room after my appendix burst (fortunately, also not in WV).
Being a helpless 6-year-old with a broken leg in a wheelchair and your friend slips and let’s go while on a hill. I did not let anyone touch my wheelchair for a month afterward.
I enjoy freediving, I love the feeling of total freedom and weightlessness. I am not one for pushing the envelope, so my tendency to take risks is limited.
Until I broke all the rules, went without a buddy and almost died.
A while back on the archipelago of Malta, one of the islands, Comino has a little island across from the Blue Lagoon called Cominoto.
This Island has a so-called swim through under the rock and totally submerged. It´s not a deep dive and not terribly long, and the light is unreal and not of this world.
I went, on my own with a lee wind blowing, diving from the Blue lagoon to a "V" shaped exit at the hight of the jellyfish season.
Mauve stingers to be specific... nasty jellies, really bad blobs of snot. The pain from being stung by one is like having a red hot wire pressed against your skin.
What could possibly go wrong?
I was almost through, running out of air with blood CO2 levels rising and the surface was covered with jellies to a depth of four or five meters reaching tens of meters out into the bay. Think going between the fingers in "Finding Nemo"
It´s amazing how much air you have left when you think you can´t go on. Obviously I survived by carrying on until the sea was free. My dive computer told me that I had been swimming underwater for three minutes fifteen seconds at 17 meters and for a stretch of 50 meters.
Without a buddy is an obvious no-no, but not sure what he'd do about the jellies?
I worked at Cracker Barrel as a cashier long ago. It was busy and this guy waiting in line with his hands in his pockets gets to my register, pulls on hand out to show me it's holding a gun pointed at me and tells me to give him all the money in my register. So I tell him my register won't open unless there is a sale, so maybe he wants to 'buy' a pack of gum or something? Give me the money in the register, he growls. So I get on the intercom and call for a manager who has keys to the register. The manager asks what seems to be the trouble? This guy wants all the money in my register, I tell my manager. Well, lets give it to him! he says, so we did. Later I gave a police report, but I don't know whatever happened after he left with the money.
Friend of mine had their local post office robbed, but the robber was a local and arrested at the bus stop in front of the post office while trying to make their getaway. Bottom line, most robberies are done by super inexperienced,stressed-out people that don't think clearly (often on drugs). Treat as an unpredictable wild animal.
After my dad had a seizure when I was a kid, I found him in a pool of blood because he broke his nose.
That would be scary. I had two brothers who had epilepsy (among other things), mostly tonic clonic seizures. Due to poor muscle tone though they didn't have the usual whole body convulsions, so they didn't look as bad. I was really scared when my youngest brother, who had a pulse oximeter to measure his oxygen saturation, had his sats go down to 20%. (Usually they were 85-95%) It's really terrifying to see a family member like that, especially if there is nothing much you can do.
When I was a little kid (7 or 8 maybe) I rode my bike too far from home and wound up in a really "cool" deserted place - between the freeway overpass, the L.A. River and the railroad tracks. I was riding my bike around the dry riverbed and noticed a guy down the way about 100 ft from me, under the overpass. Didn't think about it, just kept riding, and when I looked back again he was closer. Kept riding and when I looked back again, he was walking towards me fast. An alarm went off in my head and I rode out of there as fast as I could, too afraid to look back. Pretty sure I dodged a bullet.
Crashed through a glass roof once, almost drowned once and got a tile from a roof punch a hole in my head once.
I worked night shift at a hotel, only one there at night. We hired a guy who gave me such a bad vibe I eventually hung out on the sidewalk down the hill, with the transients and druggies, until it was time for my shift to start.
Dude was the only person I even got a truly malevolent vibe from. His behaviour grew more and more off, and he loathed that I'm pagan. Tried to convince me to burn my hand with a lighter, saying that the 'fires of hell' we're a thousand times worse. Grew so I did not even feel safe being the only one there at night.
Three days after we let him go, he stayed at one of our sister hotels. During that time frame he murdered two people, a few days apart. The victims were chosen by his religious motivation. If he hadn't been caught, I would have been next.
Where do I begin... ? There's so , so much...Molestation by cousins very young , chalked up to " experimenting " , Grandparent beating me and verbal abuse till I was 14 ( she got too weak and died when I was 16 ) Raped , and forced to marry rapist due to " surprise pregnancy " 10 years of continuous marital rape and abuse till the state decided " yes , he was dangerous and divorce with protection order was granted " ( lasted a month ) He re-married and divorced doing the same to 2nd wife ... Doctors never believing my scar tissue / body issues/ missing teeth coming from said marriage ... Only assuming " weight issues due to food / bad dental hygiene " Ovarian cancer ( currently dealing with ) Poverty due to said situations , 3 children in 3 years, having to give the youngest up to adoption in order to save his life ( homeless when tried to leave after a terrible moment with 2 babies ) Ect..
However... I have survived ! I am now happily re-married. My kids are grown and safe. I haven't reunited with the youngest yet , but will someday. I never loose hope. I have beautiful grand children . I cherish each moment I get. Every day is a struggle , but thank goodness I'm still alive and get to enjoy all the little things.
The bank I worked at being robbed by a large cruel man, head to toe in black, ski mask, & gun.
I was a teenager with a fairly new drivers license. While on the freeway, headed to work through a mountain pass, the power steering in my car went out. If you have not driven a car without power steering you need to know that it takes A LOT of force to turn the wheel. I was lucky enough to be near an off-ramp. I put all my body weight on the wheel and just barely made it to a parking lot. God, I hated that car.
My first 2 cars didn't have power steering, so imagine my surprise when I got my slightly newer next car and it did have it. I was so used to manhandling my car but now just a slight nudge and I was in the next lane!
When i was little i had a friend, that friend had a dog, a big dog as big as i was at the time, maybe even bigget.My friends family would lock up the dog when i was there since i was afraid of dogs and this one didn't like strangers. One day my friend wants to show me something. He walks to the cage with the dog with me, and the dog is growling. He then does something on the lock and I already started running. That dog almost bit me but i got to the house (the cage was outside) quick enough. That was our last visit there.
I saw a girl get hit by a car when i was ten. She was fine, just very shaken up but i wouldnt stop crying as i was a bit of a crybaby at the time
Yeah, crying after seeing something like that doesn't make you a "crybaby." That would be traumatic for an adult.
A tie between seeing a tornado that was less than a kilometer away, and almost being run over by a big snow vehicle (Sno Cat?) on the side of a ski slope when I was 10 or 11
The helplessness I felt watching my fiancé die.
He had survived being in a war as a ranger and paratrooper and being a sergeant for the sheriff's office for 20 years.
6 in the morning, I get woken up by a thud. Open my eyes and he was kneeling on the side of the bed. I called 911. He had stood up while I was talking to the operator but looked at me and said "(my name), I can't breathe ". I said it's ok pumpkin, I got you, I promise, and he lost consciousness. I dropped the phone to catch him and we both went down. Now I'm just screaming the address o er and over cause I didn't know where the phone went and I was doing cpr.
At the hospital they had to shock him 3 times, and watching that was terrifying. Then, each second he didn't wake up for the next 8 days was worse than the one before it.
They finally made me leave the hospital midnight, on the 8th day because he was an organ donor and the patients had all been prepped and were waiting and as I walked out the front doors, there was the organ donor van RIGHT THERE, and a helicopter took off. At that moment I realized he was laying in the hospital morgue with his body ripped open and emptied out.
I used to have nightmares that I couldn't find him or that he died and he'd wake me up every time saying g, it's ok princess, I got you-- in still waiting for him to wake me up. He's taking too long this time....
Watched my youngest son die and be brought back multiple times when he was an infant. His first year was the most terrifying year of my life. He is almost 16 now and doing great.
Seeing a very large LeMans heading directly at me, knowing there was no place to go. Head-on collision. Severe injuries, but no deaths.
Locked in a room while hundreds of buzzing stink bugs fall on my head at seven years old.
When my dad had to get his appendix removed literally the day I had to go under anesthesia to get three baby teeth removed. So basically, I wake up early in the morning to get ready. I open my door to see my cat there sitting me silently. I thought that this was odd because he usually starts meowing like crazy whenever he is at any bedroom door. I follow him downstairs to find my dad on the couch in extreme pain. I remember bawling in the car while my mom was rushing him to a sister hospital near the one that my surgery was supposed to be. Yeah, that was not a fun day. My dad is fine now.
Hi, my name is Kathy, I am a severe, chronic Asthmatic and I have ended up in Intensive Care, asphyxiated and/or 'Dead On Arrival', more times than I care to remember! On one memorable occasion, a fractured rib punctured my left lung during rescusitation attempts, causing the lung to completely collapse and very nearly killing me. Twice I was actually declared dead and student doctors were allowed to "practice" rescusitation on me (successfully, as it turned out!) after the more experienced ER doctors had given up on me!
Then there was the time that I finally got into a regular ward after 4 days in ICU, and they tried to give me Penicillin, to which I am so violently allergic it that it can kill me! So I'm explaining this to the staff, and they tell me I must be mistaken because penicillin had been administered to me in the ICU for 4 days already. Naturally, I was horrified and I demanded that someone go and check my ICU charts and see how it was that I had survived 4 days of something that should have killed me. Finally, one young doctor agreed to go just to get me to shut up, and came back looking distinctly unnerved... He then related to the rest of the staff that I had indeed been administered penicillin in the ICU, every 4 hours - and every 4 hours I had immediately suffered sudden cardiac arrest, been rescusitated, and then the process was repeated... again... and again... and again... And that wasn't even the most disturbing thing about the whole experience: we had a repeat performance 5 months later, down to the very last detail. Turns out that, in those days, they didn't check for previous hospital records when you were checked into the ICU, they just winged it and hoped for the best!
But one time stands out as even more terrifying, in fact I still have nightmares about it, even though it happened nearly forty years ago... I had ended up in hospital again after a serious bout of pneumonia and was back in my old nemesis, the Intensive Care ward. Due to my very serious condition, I was on a ventilator and had been sedated. I woke up to find myself paralyzed due to the sedatives, but also totally blind and partially deaf. Based on previous experiences, I was able to identify what had happened and where I now found myself. I was comforting myself with the thought that at least this time round I had retained some hearing, when something occurred to make me realize that being able to hear what's going on around you may not always be such a good thing... Very faintly, as if from really far away, I could just about hear a conversation going on between several people. I sensed that, although they sounded quite far away, they were actually very close by. From the little I could hear, it became apparent that they were ICU doctors discussing one of their patients. Only when I heard my name mentioned did I realize that they were talking about me, and what they were discussing suddenly became very up-close and personal, and frankly absolutely terrifying. They were discussing taking me off the ventilator, disconnecting me from the one thing that was keeping me breathing, keeping me alive! In fact, there was quite a spirited debate going on as to whether I wasn't in fact already brain dead and if there was any point in keeping me 'alive' at all - especially as they might need the ventilator for someone who actually had a chance of survival... So I'm lying there attached to these beeping machines, tubes coming out of me everywhere, unable to breathe, unable to move, unable to cry out at all, desperately, silently screaming "Please, please don't disconnect me!" And among the deeper voices, there was one a bit higher and softer, and finally that voice appeared to close down the discussion and I felt them moving away from me. I lay there for hours trying to get my body to move, my lungs to shout out - and nothing happens. And then the voices are there again, the same discussion, the same deep voices explaining why I should be disconnect.
And then the voices are there again, the same discussion, the same deep voices explaining why I should be disconnected, the same softer voice closing down the debate, and me silently screaming... This went on and on for what seemed like forever, but what I afterwards found out was nearly 5 days, until, exerting the kind of strength usually needed to move a 10-ton lorry, I somehow managed to slightly wiggle my little finger when a doctor was examining me, saving myself from being 'disconnected'... After I finally managed to fully wake up from the sedation, I met - and tearfully thanked over and over again! - the woman intern who had kept me 'connected' and alive, against the advice of all the much more senior male doctors, who had all insisted that I wouldn't, couldn't, possibly survive...
Had a family trip to a theme park. End of the day, we are all exhausted. Then as im being dropped of with my two daughters. As we are opening the sliding door of the minivan, we are being shot at rapidly. The targets for this drive by were in the parking lot. We just happen to pull up at the exact time they decided to attack. No one was hurt. But it terrified all of us to out very core.
The Loma Prieta earthquake: October 17, 1989, 5:04PM.
😐 I cannot imagine. I was a young impressionable child then. My mum and I were watching Rescue 911, when breaking news interrupted. First images were the collapsed bridges. That gave me a fear of parking decks bc that's the closest thing in my young mind. People always gave me grief over that fear, saying we don't get earthquakes, and nothing to worry about. Lived on East Coast. Moved San Francisco adjacent a decade ago to live with sis and bro in law. In the two weeks prior to my leaving, two different, close-by parking decks partially collapsed. And to make it extra fun, they forgot to warn me my first visit out to see them that we'd have to go on the similar bridge. Nearly had a full blown panic attack. It still freaks me out somewhat when we have to use it.
I was tubing down the Provo River a few years ago. I was in an inflatable raft with my cousins (which, looking back, those inflatable ones are not good for river rafting), and ours popped. They both got into different rafts, but I couldn’t. So I grabbed onto one, but couldn’t get in, so I was dragged behind the raft for a solid twenty minutes. I kept hitting rocks, nearly hit my head several times, and almost drowned. I was able to get out eventually, but it was so scary, and now I really hate rivers :)
I had a similar experience. We went to a river and my cousins knew a spot where you could get in and float down to a shallower bit. My sister and I had never done that before. I had her on my back (because she was about 8 and I was 17) but instead of us hanging onto each other and floating, she freaked out and started clinging tightly to my neck and pushing my head under the water. I eventually managed to get us to a log that was in the water, but she was so terrified she wouldn't move along it to get out. I don't remember how I got her out, but the experience stuck with me for a little while. My sister would not go in rivers or any body of water but the pool for about 10 years.
Kayaking on the Rappahanock with my family. There was a rock. According to my dad we were supposed to go over the rock. I hit the rock wrong (which was very easy to do), flipped, and my legs got stuck. It takes a while to get your legs unstuck if you're also panicking and trying to get your heead above water. I refuse to go on even small rapids now.
My dad has been kayaking for many many years and apparently didn't register that an 11 yr old has much less arm strength and experience than him. Afterwards he scolded me for not holding onto my paddle.
Once I got chased by a cow-sized dog. Ended up falling on concrete and bruising my knees and elbows. The funny part is, right after that, my bloody self had to go in for the first day of internship at this fancy company.
Renal Colic.
There is just pain in your head. -It will not stop until they give you opiates.
Worst experince ever.
Don't have them in countries where the medics are worried about opiate addiction. They'll keep giving you Ibuprofen, until you're just writhing on the floor of the hospital vomiting... then they'll gradually give you stronger things possibly ending in opiates. Thing is, you'll end up with more stuff in your blood because they let it escalate so long, AND you'll have trouble sleeping for half a year or more as your back muscles have been spasming so long they've torn anything they can.
robbed at knife point in my own home. i still dont lock my doors but theres an axe beside my couch and a steel pole beside my bed. I have no fear of it happening again
Why would you continue to leave your doors unlocked? As much prevention as you can give yourself may be helpful also. Where I live no one locked they're doors, not even the car. With the explosion in population we now lock our doors. Nothing wrong with prevention.
My ex-husband would have SEVERE night terrors since coming back from Iraq. 3-4 nights a week he would “wake up” (similar state as a sleep walker) and think I was trying to attack him, proceeded to try and “fight me”. Regardless he insisted on sleeping with a loaded gun next to him on his nightstand.
Absolutely refused to get himself help.
Longest years of my life,still have sleep issues.
Oh wow I'm so sorry :( nothing close to this but husband deployed to Iraq and Afghanistan twice over his time served but had been out for 2 years by the time I met him. Even then, he was such an agitated sleeper. Would wake in a damn instant, sitting up wide-eyed looking crazed when he'd start thrashing or moaning and I'd wake him up. Thank goodness was willing to get therapy!! It's improved a ton. I simply cannot imagine experiencing what you have with the fighting and then not wanting to get help. I wish there wasn't such a stigma against getting help. Virtual hugs, im so sorry for your experience.
A few weeks ago a guy tried too break into my house. I was sleeping in my bed when I heard a pounding on one of the glass doors at the back of my house. My parents called the police and we all rushed out to the car.
After the police took him away I overheard that he was down at a restaurant earlier that night and he had held two people at knife point.
Seeing my small dog being run over by a car and dying.
A couple decades ago, I worked in a movie theater in our district office as an office assistant. I used to be a floor employee but got promoted. Every now and then, when they needed help, they would call and ask if I could come down and help them out. No biggie.
One day I'm at my desk and our GM calls me asking if I could meet him in one of the theaters. I'm like "uhh, sure. be right there" Didn't think anything of it.
Long story short, there was this guest in the seat. Approx. 275-300lbs. Slumped over, non-responsive. 911 had already been called. The GM wanted me to help get him from the seat to the aisle to do CPR. Luckily, this guy was in an aisle seat. Mind you, I'm 5'5" and at the time roughly 150lbs. My GM is shorter than me. But we were both in good shape.
Get the guy on the ground and I begin chest compressions. Every time I pushed down, there was gurgling coming from his throat. EMTs arrived shortly after and took over. Found out dude was DOA. (Which the 2 of us pretty much figured)
I went back to the office and the ladies I worked with noticed I wasn't....right. I told them what had happened. They kindly asked if I wanted to leave for the day. I didn't. What was I going to do at home? But needless to say, I was a bit shook for most the day.
I almost drowned once. It was at a big lake, I was sitting in one of those donut floats near the middle of the lake, and I apparently shifted the wrong way and fell through the middle. Note I was somewhere around nine at the time, so falling through was very easy. I couldn’t swim, so when I went underwater I was terrified. I was trying to get to the surface and failing, looking up as I fought to get air. Then someone grabbed me and carried me to my parents. I sat there coughing for a few minutes and didn’t go anywhere further than where my feet were still planted on the ground. My parents never noticed it happen. I don’t know why, but the most vivid part of that memory is the view as I was looking up at the surface. It was one of the prettiest things I’ve ever seen. The greenish water with sunlight shining through it, ripples clearly visible, refracting the light in different ways.
I’m almost fifteen now, and that image is still extremely clear. I still can’t swim, I’ve never put any effort into trying to learn, though. It was terrifying but pretty at the same time, and I hope it never happens again.
Realizing that I was having a mini stroke as it was happening. With my history of a brain tumor and two brain surgeries I was in full on freak out because I had experienced a (thankfully temporary) loss of left side function after the second brain surgery and I did not want to be stuck like that. Not to mention this is America and I was uninsured so there’s the financial stress and mental stress.
I recall reading an article written by a doctor about experiencing a stroke while at home. She called a good friend who took a few moments to realize that the gibberish she was hearing meant something was seriously wrong and not a joke! Her friend called for the ambulance and gave the correct address, something the doctor was unable to do because she could not make herself understood!
I was driving 75 mph (speed limit 70) on a long flat section of a busy interstate when a vehicle pulling a trailer carrying a car passed me going about 80 mph. The trailer seemed a bit "lose" and was swaying far too much for my comfort so I lowered my speed a little to build a gap between it and me. After traveling about a mile, the trailer comes off the hitch with the car and its tongue and coupler nosedives into the pavement. This catapults the car off the trailer and into the air where it makes three full, sideways rotations in the air then hits the pavement at 80+ mph. Fenders, bumpers, door fly off the car as it is cartwheeling sideways down the interstate. A pickup with an enclosed trailer traveling directly in front of me, ran over a bumper which promptly blew every tires on both the truck and trailer. Both careened off the road barely missing a car that had hit something else that had flown off the now demolished car and was on its side between the breakdown lane and a ditch. Somehow, I managed to not hit any of the debris and in the end no one died or was badly hurt. The scene looked like something from a movie and played out in about six seconds but felt like six minutes. I still drive that stretch of interstate and every time, I think about how I dodged that death bullet.
Wow it sounds unreal, made up, and while it was happening, you probably said to yourself, "I can't believe this is happening."
Long story short, last week a very angry man was driving a semi truck, some how I offended him, he suddenly crossed in front of me, so I would crashed my car against him, I escaped but he tried to chased me few blocks, thankfully there was a lot of traffic that stoped him. A very terrifying experience.
Some folks are driving like spychos this days.
Let’s go back to 2019-2020, I was in eighth grade and in Spanish( I now feel badly about how we treated her and I talk to her every now and then). We were being particularly loud that day and our teacher, who used to be in the military told us “ I would rather be back in Afghanistan than to be here.” To this day that group of eighth grade teachers still tells their current students about our grade level.
waking up after surgery feeling like i was choking to death. also, my hands were restrained. a nurse came over to me and explained that the surgery went well but i wasn't breathing on my own; hence, the tubes down my throat. after realizing i wasn't choking i tried to calm down - not an easy task - and then was kind of freaked out seeing the machine that was breathing for me moving up and down in tandem with my chest. turns out the 'normal' stuff that is used is something that doesn't work well for me...something i let every one know if i have to be put under.
the other one was riding with my ex through the national forest when traffic comes to a halt. then, slowly it starts to move. that's when i see that all the cars were stopping to take pics of a couple of bear cubs on the side of the road. they were all so focused on the cubs they didn't see mama right behind them in the bushes. i started smacking my ex on the shoulder, telling him to go around or back; he gets pissed but does it. a couple of miles down the road he stopped to find out what my problem was. i told him that those people had a car around them - we were on a motorcycle.
Had been in a holding pattern over Boston airport for about 30 minutes due to fog. Pilot comes on to give an update but forgets to turn off his mic. We hear him telling his co-pilot, “They know we don’t have enough god damned fuel to last another 30 minutes up here!” We ended up landing at an old air force base and were bussed back to the city and put up in a hotel. I was 14 and by myself.
Hi.. COVID-19. A pandemic in 2020 that no one saw coming. Also, my family and I were on a road trip in a Chevy Van on a highway with no lights. Night caught us on the road. My older brother (17) noticed something off with the car and whispered to my dad: "the car is not working correctly is it?" My dad confirmed true. Specifically the Van wanted to turn off, but there is no shoulder on that 2 way highway. A greyhound type bus passed us and continued going fast (they're on a schedule.) My father noticed when he turned off the lights the Van operated well. He turned off the lights trying to tailgate the bus but it was too fast. Somehow the bus driver noticed so he suddenly slowed way down, permitting the Van to follow closely so we can actually see the road. After about 2 hours we reached the city, the lighted city, and the bus gunned it out of there (he was behind schedule). My father signaled him "Thank you" and the bus driver signaled back "you're welcome." I thank God eternally for that bus driver (he didn't have to do that,) and beg that He blesses him in the best way possible!!
Waking up and deciding to either stay in bed or get up.
Driving to work one morning and had to cross an intersection with traffic lights. The speed was 60km per hour as it was a small town. I had a green light. Next thing I know a dump truck comes barreling through the red light towards the driver's side of the car at what I estimate was about 80km with no evidence of even trying to stop. I was about 15ft away from it when it got to the middle of the intersection. Just a few more kms faster and I would have been killed instantly. I had to pull over. A person who saw what happened stopped and came over to check on me. I had to sit for about 10 minutes before I could continue on.
This happened to us too. Husband was driving and slammed on the brakes mid intersection. A few feet further and we would have been t-boned on the driver side from someone who ran a red light hard (the light was green for us for about 200 feet before we even got to the intersection). I was 8 months pregnant and after that had such bad anxiety getting into a car or if husband left to go anywhere for months. I don't think the guy driving ever even noticed us. Pair that with being a ED nurse and seeing MVAs all the time. Can't handle distracted drivers.
climbing a cliff side with no harness and losing my grip. (I did not fall, it was just scary)
I’m glad you didn’t fall, but why would you do such a thing in the first place?
A driver ran the red light while I was crossing a crosswalk. The car was inches from my face.
1)Was with a friend when my older sister suddenly called for me and said something was wrong with our mum,rushed to where she was laying and saw her struggling to breathe,trying to talk, we were panicking and didn't know what to do,she took her last breathe,looking us dead in the eyes,a tear fell from her eye and that was it,she died right in front of us.
(She was at the last stage of breast cancer)
2)I was about 7/8,in my room which was facing our living room,me and my baby sis heard this crash and we looked up to see these people in black,the leader was wearing a very scary masquerade mask,all holding knives with a bag and they started throwing things into the bag,our TV,decorations,art and everything. The leader stopped and looked straight at us like he knew we were awake and watching (we were peeping through our blanket)The absolute fear we felt made my sister pee instantly.Morning came and the whole living room was a mess,our windows were removed,found out it was our neighbour and his gang....Dude was a professional robber.
When I was a kid, my great grandmother had a neighbor that pretended to be her friend, but instead she was stealing from her. My parents told the woman to leave my great grandmother alone and to never come in her apartment again. One day, when we were leaving her apartment after a visit, my dad suddenly yelled for my mom, my sisters, and I to run and he ran in the opposite. Turns out the neighbor's boyfriend was pointing a gun at us because we upset his girlfriend. We called the police, but they didn't do anything because no one was actually hurt and because the guy supposedly had mental issues. The neighbor got evicted sometime later.
I was in a car accident where we literally spun on one wheel across the highway and we managed to not hit anyone. It was terrifying.
Rats inside your pant leg!!!! Had nightmares for years.
I was cleaning out a corn bin , which
My, then, 6 day old son having uncontrollable seizures.
My, then, 3 year old daughter being as limp as a rag doll, then being placed in the ICU and tended by nurses wearing, what looked like to me, hazmat suits.
My family and I were taking a nice calming bike ride to a creek and this homeless guy (we think, he came out of a tent) comes out with a 5 inch dagger. My mom and I saw it and tried getting us to go back home but we didn’t listen after a good 5 minutes. He was slowly waking towards us and I peed myself.
I was in the car and I put my sneakers on and the next I know, ants are crawling on my legs and shins and feet and I’m screaming and my unsympathetic uncle is there like, ‘Are they biting you? No? You’re being dramatic.’
Turn about is fair play, put ants in his life somewhere they shouldn’t be and watch him scream.
this isn't bad compared to a lot of the ones on here- but one time i was at a farm, and i went to pet a lamb, and the great pyrenees dog made a funky snarly noise and tried to lunge for my face. i put my arm up, i was fine, but the owner seemed really upset with the dog so we just awkwardly left.
(by the way i wasn't trespassing or anything the owner invited us and i had already become acquainted with the dog)
Dogs and spiders
I know, i know , dogs aren't scary but my biggest fear about them is biting and rabies, from now on i will own a bird.
I once fell and couldn't get up when my scale broke.
Everyone here I admire for their will and desire to live, to survive. Everyone with a disregard for human life need a wakeup call to start appreciating and truly taking care of life.
Almost being kidnapped on my street in New Orleans. I was feeding the neighborhood cats (I worked w/ SPCAs TNR program) and this big van pulled up onto the curb with their brights on. Basically pinning me to the vacant house that I was in front of (Nola houses are like 3 ft from the street) and 2 men got out and surrounded me and tried to grab me but what they didn't factor in is that my female pitbull who is bitework trained was off leash about 15 feet away from me. (I only have her off leash late at night FOR THIS VERY REASON!) And she went into protection mode and fought off both of them who never saw her coming. Then I was able to get my knife out of my boot and start swinging. They got into their van and drove off. My dog f****d then up. Their was blood everywhere. Called the cops, they never showed (typical Nola) I filed a report online, no follow up. About a week later I was watching the news and the same thing happened to another woman down the street from me... that was the...
Fourth report of this same van targeting women in the Tremé and seventh ward area. I was the 3rd. It was never on the news. Nobody was ever warned. Nobody said a damn thing. Nor did they do anything about it after this. This was right before Mardi Gras a few years back, pre Covid and that year I think over a dozen women were missing and never seen again. Same age as me. Same look as me. I'm guessing sex trafficking. Since that's huge down there during Mardi Gras. But the cops don't give a s**t about any of this. I left New Orleans shortly after Covid hit and this was a huge factor in leaving. I love that city but the crime has gotten out of control. I'm moving back to the swamps just outside the city in the spring and I plan to start a program to help at risk women in the city so they don't end up as another name on a list of women that nobody is looking for. If the cops aren't going to fight this s**t... then I will.
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Watching the very large heavily loaded semi looming larger in the rearview without slowing down while you're hitting the brakes for the trafficjam ahead of you without a possibility of switching lanes. Jesus that moron was not paying attention and left most of his tyres melted to the freeway. Second place was spontaneously not being able to breathe anymore. No trauma or anything, just lungs completely seized up. Lasted for about two minutes and didn't stop untill I rolled off the bed, landed on my back and literally had the wind knocked out of me. Hurt like hell to start breathing again. Still a mystery what it was but spontaneously not being able to breathe was... not fun.
Yeah, reminds me once during a bad snowstorm with bad visibilty, I almost rear ended on the highway a stopped cop who was standing in front of his car. He would have been dead for sure. I was shaking uncontrollably after that one.
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Almost being kidnapped on my street in New Orleans. I was feeding the neighborhood cats (I worked w/ SPCAs TNR program) and this big van pulled up onto the curb with their brights on. Basically pinning me to the vacant house that I was in front of (Nola houses are like 3 ft from the street) and 2 men got out and surrounded me and tried to grab me but what they didn't factor in is that my female pitbull who is bitework trained was off leash about 15 feet away from me. (I only have her off leash late at night FOR THIS VERY REASON!) And she went into protection mode and fought off both of them who never saw her coming. Then I was able to get my knife out of my boot and start swinging. They got into their van and drove off. My dog f****d then up. Their was blood everywhere. Called the cops, they never showed (typical Nola) I filed a report online, no follow up. About a week later I was watching the news and the same thing happened to another woman down the street from me... that was the...
Fourth report of this same van targeting women in the Tremé and seventh ward area. I was the 3rd. It was never on the news. Nobody was ever warned. Nobody said a damn thing. Nor did they do anything about it after this. This was right before Mardi Gras a few years back, pre Covid and that year I think over a dozen women were missing and never seen again. Same age as me. Same look as me. I'm guessing sex trafficking. Since that's huge down there during Mardi Gras. But the cops don't give a s**t about any of this. I left New Orleans shortly after Covid hit and this was a huge factor in leaving. I love that city but the crime has gotten out of control. I'm moving back to the swamps just outside the city in the spring and I plan to start a program to help at risk women in the city so they don't end up as another name on a list of women that nobody is looking for. If the cops aren't going to fight this s**t... then I will.
Load More Replies... Watching the very large heavily loaded semi looming larger in the rearview without slowing down while you're hitting the brakes for the trafficjam ahead of you without a possibility of switching lanes. Jesus that moron was not paying attention and left most of his tyres melted to the freeway. Second place was spontaneously not being able to breathe anymore. No trauma or anything, just lungs completely seized up. Lasted for about two minutes and didn't stop untill I rolled off the bed, landed on my back and literally had the wind knocked out of me. Hurt like hell to start breathing again. Still a mystery what it was but spontaneously not being able to breathe was... not fun.
Yeah, reminds me once during a bad snowstorm with bad visibilty, I almost rear ended on the highway a stopped cop who was standing in front of his car. He would have been dead for sure. I was shaking uncontrollably after that one.
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