There is a vast ocean of difference between ‘impossible’ and merely ‘improbable.’ In the former case, there’s exactly a zero percent probability that something will happen. In the latter case, no matter how small the chances are, eventually, the event will occur. Given enough time, you might experience plenty of improbable experiences yourself.
Redditor u/yankeevandal sparked an interesting online discussion after asking folks to share the most “statistically improbable” things that ever happened to them. We’ve collected their most fascinating tales to share with you, Pandas. Check out the best ones below, and upvote your faves as you scroll down.
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Broke free of a 10 year addiction to m**h. Took a very long time to feel some kind of normal again. 10 years clean this year, woohoo
Math addiction is a grisly thing. You just try some basic multiplication for s#its and giggles and next thing you know, you're solving quadratic equations. (To prevent misunderstandings, this comment mocks the ridiculous censorship, not addiction).
Congrats, Kathleen. This BP stranger is proud of you xx
Load More Replies...Congratulations. I am 10 days TODAY cigarette free! I want one SO bad! I can’t wait for my 10 years!!!
Wow I didn’t realize one could even achieve that kind of longevity with an addiction to meth. Good on OP for breaking through and maintaining sobriety for that long
You can achieve quite a bit longer than that, although I don't recommend it.. Having quit years ago myself I still run into old friends who have been using since the early 80's.
Load More Replies...I got a degree after aging out of foster care ☺️
Same here my friend! I was sick and tired of being unlikely to further my education, that I decided, no longer how long it would take me, I’d get a degree. And I did.
As someone who has lost a friend from being in foster care (she had a very traumatic life), this makes my heart so happy!
Not an exciting life or death incident, but something rather sweet: I took care of my late father for the final two years of his life. He had Alzheimer’s and pulmonary fibrosis, among other issues, so we had a lot more bad days than good. In the summer of 2019, I took my dad out for a “date” one day to a historic old drugstore that has phenomenal milkshakes (one of his favorite foods in the world). It was one of Dad’s increasingly rare good days, where he chatted merrily with me about all sorts of old memories. I felt like I had my dad’s former self back for just a little while. We had such a wonderful time that I intended to take him there again soon. However, this ended up being our last “date.” For most of the remainder of that year, Dad declined too much (mentally and physically) for me to take him out for anything other than very short grocery trips or to appointments. The following year . . . enter the pandemic. It was a very, very rough year with Dad. In January of 2021, my father died, alone, in a hospital in another state (our state ran out of hospital beds and he had suffered a traumatic fall that required hospitalization). That day in 2019 ended up being the last truly happy day I had with my Dad and the last fun outing he ever got to experience. Three months after my dad died, I met a wonderful man online. (Nine days after signing up for a one year membership, because “surely it’s going to take time to find someone truly compatible with a shy nerd like me!”) A few months later, we decided to try a first date. He lived three hours away, but wanted me to be comfortable, so he volunteered to drive to my town for the date. He looked online for an appealing restaurant to suggest, and excitedly told me about this really neat historic drugstore we could go to. . . . We went on a very crowded day (local festival — oops) and had to wait quite a while for a table. The waitress sat us at the EXACT same table where I sat with my dad nearly two years earlier! I was even in the same seat. Three months later, we got engaged at that drugstore. So the beginning of the end of one chapter of my life crossed paths with the beginning of the best (so far) chapters. My husband and I have since decided to make a trip back there at least once a year. Dad really would have loved my husband.
🥰 beautiful and sad. I feel so bad for those who lost loved ones during the pandemic and who couldn't be with them. I can't even imagine. But so col that she met someone like this. 😭
*sniff* We're not crying over some silly soft can-openers. Nope, not us.
What a wonderful story. I swear I'm not crying right now. Somebody hand me the Kleenex. I must have a cold coming on.
I was mentally prepared for the pandemic (the advantage of anxiety is that when bad things happen you are often less surprised by them). I was not prepared for the human stupidity.
I adore this. (So sorry for your loss). This man was meant to be your husband.
The internet user’s r/AskReddit thread was extremely popular with the Reddit crowd. At the time of writing, the thread had over 21.6k upvotes. The success of the question came down to its relatability, as well as how much it resonated with people’s curiosity.
After all, most of us are intrigued by mysterious and bizarre events. Not only that, the odds are that we have similar stories of our own to share.
i have been hit in the head by live squirrels three times in my life each on separate occasions.
I have been hit by a piece of stick from a bird once 😂😂
Load More Replies...Somehow somewhere you mildly annoyed a forest spirit/ sprite just enough they cursed you to be hit by random squirrels the rest of your life.
I remember reading that a park in New York City had all of its squirrels die in a plague of some sort. The park is small, so they were very inbred, and had no resistance. Couple years go by, Central Park was overpopulated, and they wanted to migrate some squirrels to the squirrel-less park. Central Park is huge, so by taking squirrels from different parts of the park, they'd get a reasonable genetic pool for the other park. So, the Parks Department put up signs saying what they were doing, using darts to put the squirrels to sleep for the migration. One PD employee was shooting darts in a part of Central Park, and every time he tried to take aim, an old lady hit him on the head with her umbrella. She wouldn't hear what they were doing. They had to assign cops as bodyguards for the squirrel collectors.
I've been hit on the head by a nut thrown by a squirrel, the little furry bastard! :(
They are actually incredibly intelligent. They will absolutely antagonize dogs the same way...and make noises mocking the over excited canine at the bottom of the tree.
Load More Replies...We had one spiral out of a tree and land head first into my friends slurpie cup. Slurpie splattered everywhere, we dumped out the cup and watched the now blue tinged squirrel go dashing off.
Ah - but have you been pee'd on by a squirrel while passing under the one tree in a 30 ft radius? I'm talking, squirrel 25 ft up the tree, out on a branch, that I pass under a just the right place (3 inches to the left or right and I'd've been fine) at just the right nanosecond after it loosed its bladder, not a puff of breeze to alter the trajectory in any way....
I've been pooped on by a honeybee as it flew past once.
Load More Replies...A friend in prison, who lived in the other building, made a cheesecake for my birthday. One of the semi-tame squirrels came up, and she held out the bowl lid for him to lick. Instead, he grabbed it in his teeth and ran. So she's off chasing a squirrel through the yard, yelling, "Give me back my lid!"
Lost my house in civil court. Represented myself and won in appeals court twice. Since my case was unique in this state, my cases were published both times. Moving back into my old house soon.
NGL I read that too fast and read it as "Lost my house in the Civil War" and I was like huh?
If you need to borrow a kitten and a cat to tear up the shades, toilet paper, shower curtain, and furniture, just let me know.
If you're on Reddit the original post is there. The poster seems to have PMed a couple people details but not made them public. Maybe for legal reasons.
Load More Replies...Made me think of House of Sand and Fog, where the opposite happened. I cried.
Husband and I visited our old hometown and went to a used book store we used to frequent.
I picked up a familiar title in nostalgia and flipped it open to find a school student’s ID card.
The name and photo on the ID?
My husband.
Turns out his mom had donated books to that store many years before we all moved away from that area. He must have been using it as a bookmark and forgotten.
It’s not so surprising considering we used to live in that area, but the ID was nearly 10 years old by the time we found it.
That book was sitting on the shelf for nearly a *decade* untouched, waiting for me to come along and pick it up. Bizarre.
Cute. Though, If the events were reversed and you had found the husband after getting that picture, I would have called it serendipity :)
Do you have a distinctive pattern of moles on one of your forearms that resemble the constellation Cassiopeia?
Load More Replies...Was working in a totally different state in Australia and with a bunch of new work colleagues. Topic got onto favourite childhood books as the cafe we were sitting at was across the road from the local second hand book store. Couple of colleagues had gone into the book store while the rest of the group were finishing up eating. I mentioned my favourite that I had not thought about since childhood and never mentioned previously. A couple of minutes later one of the people already over there, gone well before we had been discussing the topic, came out of the book store and showed what they had bought. One of them was a copy of the book I had mentioned. It is not a commonly known book so it was like a little spooky/universe aligning planets moment
If the ID was almost 10 years old then the book probably wasn't donated a decade ago.
I had a similar experience. I went into a used video game store in the city I live in and grabbed a copy of Final Fantasy X-2 off the shelf to look at. I opened it up and inside was the CD with permant marker written on it "(TOWN) VIDEO" Sorry not putting the town name down. But I thought it was funny out of all the copies of that game on the shelf that I manage to pick up the one from the video store that I used to rent movies and games from a child
The fact of the matter is that the rareness of an event is always calculated in relation to something else. Just because something happens less frequently doesn’t necessarily reduce the impact of the event itself. So, for instance, the chances of lightning striking you are roughly 1 in 15,300, according to Encyclopaedia Britannica.
Though these odds are incredibly low, you’d probably agree that it’s a life-changing event for anyone who gets struck. Given the intrigue of the event and the number of people on Planet Earth, you’re likely to hear about statistical outliers often, even if they’re very rare in reality. That’s why you mostly hear news stories about dramatic (and often negative) events, not mundanity.
I received my heart transplant after being on the list for only 7 hours.
Not quite as unusual as some of these. If you're in critical condition you can shoot right to the top of the list. Then if you factor in having a blood type with many potential donor options your chances of getting an organ are pretty good.
Your chances of getting a heart or any other organ that’s been donated isn’t good at all, even in an emergency situation.
Load More Replies...My husband got his liver only having been listed for 15 hours. His 1 year transolant anniversary is August 3!
My dad had a heart transplant. You actually have to be the same body size too. They factor in so many things. We got called after 5 months along with 5 other people, and my Dad got the heart. It was a small heart and my Dad was a small man.
Its sad knowing someone has to die for someone to get a heart transplant
Not "someone has to die" but "someone dies unfortunately and their organs help someone else to live". 💖
Load More Replies...There is no "list" it's a triage situation. I had a transplant myself and discovered that the hard way. Plenty of people were transplanted before me and I jumped quite a few myself. It has to do with availability, compatibility and a number of other variables. Even the hospital you are being transplanted at makes a huge difference (or it did in my time).
There has to be a list. Hospitals are bound by the regulations of UNOS.
Load More Replies...First got cancer in 1993. In 2003, they told me to get my affairs in order, I had 6 months. In 2021, they told me it's spread to my bones and lungs. They gave me 5 years. In 2023, two years down and feeling about 90%
my SIL got 5 years about 10 years ago. Modern medicine advances will do that.
Way to keep fighting. My mom is battling multiple myeloma right now. Has been for about 5 years. I'm a 34 year cancer survivor myself. Had it at 19.
After weeks in the hospital with IV meds for several weeks due to kidney failure, I was told my life expectancy was another 10 years without dialysis or a kidney transplant in 2018. Nearly 5 years on, kidneys have gone from about 6% function to over 50% at my last bloodwork. No transplant, no dialysis. The only changes I've made is eating slightly healthier (and far more often), a little more water and washing my hands several more times during the day to avoid germs and bacteria (I was rehearsing for covid hand cleaning, I think!!) Apparently it was enough to kick my immune system into shape and help my health improve.
My mom's best friend was diagnosed with cancer in 1970 and given 2 years to live. My mom died in 2015. Her friend died in 2021 at 97 years old!
Doctors don't always get it right. My friend had cancer, was treated, and declared cancer free. 3 months later he was dead-from the same cancer.
That sounds terrible, and makes me question the quality of those doctors.
Load More Replies...doctors don't know everything. like the time i was told i couldn't have kids. my son is 44
my sister would have a syndrome baby with health issues but it was a healthy no syndrome beautiful girl who is now 27 and never had health problems
Load More Replies...Ever underestimate, that miracles happen and we don’t think of it as being a miracle.. believe. For someone with a limited amount of time, living an extra year, is a miracle!
Many years ago I had a terrible day where my then GF broke up with me, then I did terribly in a final exam for a college class, then I lost my wallet, and finally, as I was doing the Charlie Brown sad walk back home some random branch broke off a tree as I was walking on the sidewalk underneath it and the damn thing fell on top of me and hit me square across the shoulder and knocked me to the ground. I just burst out laughing because it was so ridiculous.
Oh, yeah, god was just testing them. That's what instills faith. Fear.
Load More Replies...When my youngest boy was in grade school, there was one morning where I must have told him three times to put something in his school bag (I forget what it was). He had just started down the sidewalk when I realized that he didn't do as I asked him, so I called him back. Just as he turned around and had taken a couple of steps, a very large tree branch came crashing down, right where he had been. My husband and I both saw it happen and it took quite a few moments for us to fully realize what had just happened. I stopped shaking maybe 30 minutes later.
Got it over all in just one day - good for you! Imagine these things had ruined several days in a row....
I can tell you a several months succession of bad luck events (that I am still going through) :(
Load More Replies...This reminds me of a day I had 16 years ago, my mom had died the week before so I was already down. But, in one day, my husband left me, my job fired me, I found out I was pregnant and I was evicted. My life had been c**p for awhile before, but it all hit the fan at once. I almost decided it wasn't worth going on, but this too shall pass and all that and life is good now.
I hope this time will also be on my past in some time from now and I can say life is good now too !
Load More Replies...Once I had a bad day when my then-boyfriend broke up with me. I cried for a while and then I decided it will be the best day. Then called a friend of mine, went to a cafeteria, grabbed a coffee and piece of cake, talked about funny things. Several hours later my now husband sent me a message to ask me out. We went to a bowling alley and it was awesome.
People tend to ignore things that don’t confirm their beliefs or expectations. And the same could be said for perceiving statistical anomalies, too.
“Think of things like, 'Yesterday I ate one egg for breakfast, found two pennies on the floor, passed three ambulances on my way to work, got four phone calls before lunch, and got five texts during lunch. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5!' It sounds like numerology magic but really that person just ignored the nine socks in their drawer and the eleven emails they got in the afternoon because those didn't contribute to the 'miracle,'” one of the moderators running r/nevertellmetheodds explained to Bored Panda during an earlier interview. According to them, genuinely interesting, wild coincidences are quite rare.
I was on a road trip with my cousins in the 80s. One of them kept playing the same song over and over by rewinding the tape and playing it again. The song was “another one bites the dust”. After three plays in a row the driver pulls out the tape, says enough! And turned on the radio… Sure enough that song was playing on the radio right then.
Reminds me of just yesterday - was listening to a song on my phone, when my mom called. My ringtone for her is exactly the same song and it was also that exact part of the song (the chorus) when she rang. That was pretty cool. (For those wondering, the song's "Iridescent" by Linkin Park)
Nowhere near as unlikely but I once had a weird glitch on Spotify where it kept replaying the same song over and over, even if I skipped to another one or totally changed the playlist. It would start playing the new song, then switch back to the one it was stuck on. Which was weird enough but the fact that the song was 'Don't Fear the Reaper' by Blue Oyster Cult made it very unsettling.
Dating myself here. But it was late fall of 1980. I was listening to the radio. The DJ took a call, and the young caller asked if he could make a request. The DJ said "Sure, as long as it doesn't involve Queen or the state football tournament." The caller says, "Uhh, can I dedicate 'Another One Bites the Dust' to East High?" DJ hung up on him.
That is easily one of my top three of Queen’s songs, in spite of the subject matter, since it is well-written and catchy!
Got left a written message to call a girl, mistakenly called another girl instead with the same name....we've been married for 14 years.
There's a glass artist named Josh Simpson (check Google - he makes some great stuff, but not inexpensive). I don't know the exact details, but he once answered a wrong number phone call. From an astronaut. And ended up marrying her. jsg-64c3e7...207c48.jpg
Wow, I checked him out and his works are mesmerizing. Wonderful craft.
Load More Replies...Sometimes you can be in the right place at the right time, but I know you can certainly be at the wrong place at the right time as well!
My son died at 11 months old for 2 1/2 minutes. I got to hold him as he took his first breaths, hold him while he took his last breaths and then got to hold him as he took his first breaths again. It’s something as a mother I don’t wish on anyone. It was by far the scariest night of my life. I’ll never forget it, New Years Eve 2007 in Fairbanks, AK. My son statistically was not supposed to survive the pregnancy. I nearly lost him 3 times in the first trimester, I started going into active labor at 20 weeks, got put on strict bed rest and then developed preeclampsia. I also had hyperemesis through the whole pregnancy, I couldn’t even hold down water and needed daily IV fluid and nutrition. I was 17 lbs lighter than my pre pregnancy weight when I delivered him at 39 weeks. By all of that he shouldn’t be here now. To make things even weirder the doctor that kept me from losing him in my pregnancy was the doctor that treated him in Alaska. A completely different hospital, all the way across the country from where we first met. It felt like divine intervention to see his face and I knew deep in my soul my son was going to be ok. My son is a happy, healthy teenager now. I am sitting here crying thinking about that night. It definitely still feels like a gut punch when I think about it.
that's like multiple improbable things at the same time. insane that your doctor was there in alaska
This is sweet and scary and very hopeful. I hope he knows how much you love him.
Which of these stories captivated your attention the most? What are the most improbable situations that you've ever been in, Pandas? What's your go-to advice for dealing with very unlikely setbacks? We'd love to hear your thoughts and learn more about what you've faced in life, so feel free to swing by the comment section.
Picking the slowest checkout lane in the grocery store every single time for the last 40 or so years.
I always get the laziest cashier at the store, but then again I should probably stop using the self check out
You get a huff and an angry upvote for that. Grrr.
Load More Replies...I think of myself as a queue terminator; whenever I join a queue it stops getting longer. I'd like to think that if I turned up ten minutes later the queue would have been shorter but it never seems to work out.
I seem to always get behind someone who (1) doesn't dig for the card until everything is rung up, and (2) has to try multiple cards to find one with enough room left on it for the price. And, (3) the bagger just went on break.
If you shop at a grocery store that has more than two (open) lanes, this is statisically "probable," actually.
OMG, we are SOUL MATES!!! I thought I was the only one. Often said I should have a sign on my back saying not to get behind me unless you want to be here all day.
My friend was going to Ireland to visit her extended family for the first time and invited me along. We had a great time meeting her aunts and uncles, seeing the beautiful sights, etc. On our last night in Ireland, the family all got together for dinner, some rousing laughs, and a general awesome time. Her cousin had been traveling that week and was only in town for one night and so she and her boyfriend swung by to say hi and bye. They left for the airport to NYC and we went to sleep, getting up at 4am to catch our own flight to NYC. Two days later, I had to be in NYC for a job interview. I wasn't familiar with the Wall St. area, so I went extra early just in case I couldn't find it. But as luck would have it, I found it with no problem and had 40 minutes to kill. I had no idea what to do, considered getting food but didn't want to risk staining my clothes or having an upset stomach or anything, so I wandered around a little until I stumbled on the Barnes & Noble bookstore. Thinking this was perfect, I went in and walked slowly through the store looking for somewhere to sit. There weren't any sort of private spaces on the first floor so I found the escalator and started heading up. As I approach the halfway mark, I see a young couple going down on the escalator. As our eyes meet, we recognize each other and at the exact same time, as we both met halfway up/down the escalator, we pointed to each other and turned as we passed each other, mouths open in shock. My Friend's Cousin and Her Boyfriend. Two nights ago I had met them for the first time and we had been laughing and sharing food and wine in her aunt's house In IRELAND. And now here we are, crossing paths exactly halfway on the escalator. A moment sooner or later and we would have completely missed each other. She quickly came back up the escalator and we chatted about how CRAZY this coincidence was. I nailed the job interview too because I just felt this surge of Right Time Right Place-ness that meant I was supposed to be there. I was so full of confidence and optimism, I made the whole panel of interviewers laugh and talk comfortably with me and got the job!
One time I went to Florida with my family. We stopped at a random McDonalds around 9pm to eat. As we are walking through the parking lot, a random voice shouts out "hey, I know you people!" Turns out it was my mom's cousin! Neither of us knew the other was going to be there but here he is in a random parking lot, in the middle of Florida. He was down there for work. So we got to hang out with him for a few days
I travelled from the SF Bay Area to Las Vegas to see Tina Turner in her farewell concert at the MGM Grand. As I was leaving the Excalibur I spotted my uncle (also from the Bay Area) walking around on The Strip and gave him quite the surprise when I jumped on his back! Total coincidence he was visiting the same weekend as I. Neither had any idea the other was going to Vegas.
We were doing some shopping in our local supermarket, I said to my wife 'That lady over there was in the airport last night when everyone was delayed'. She went over and said 'Hey, were you in the airport in Greece last night?'. She was. It was weird.
I went to Holland with my friends band. Ran into said band’s former drummer on a random street.
We were on a small trail to a waterfall in Iceland, and heard a Georgia voice. Was our three-houses-away neighbor and husband - neither of us knew the other was traveling.
My dads birthday was 3-3, my brother is 6-6, mine is 7-7 and my son is 11-11.
I won't post my actual bday on here because internet, but my stepson's birthday is the day before mine. Kinda crazy it happened like that.
My best friend was born the day before me in the same hospital. I was his best man and he was mine. We are still friends 50 years later. :D
Load More Replies...Or if you're from the US, 3-3, 6-6, 7-7, and 11-11. We do dates backwards here.
You and your backwards dates now you've gone and messed it up lol 🤣🤣
Load More Replies...I was born on d-Day (June 6) and my brother was born on Pearl Harbor day(December 7)! what makes it even more funny is we are military kids!
I'm June 6th too, and got engaged on December 7th. Keep joking around that we need to get married on May 8th to keep up with the WWII theme
Load More Replies...My birthday is on the exact same day as my dad's - not the same year, of course. Guess I was a very special birthday present.
My husband and daughter share the same birthday too. They both love sharing.
Load More Replies...I worked for a small in home daycare years ago. Toddler room had three kids with birthdays one right after the other, and the teacher in that room was the day after. The room could take a fourth kid, per licensing. We all joked, only if the birthday is the day before or the day after the three kids and the teacher. The next enrollee was the day before, so naturally he was accepted!
My mom's birthday was 12/26, my son was born 12/26, my dad died 12/26.
Met my husband shortly after I moved to a new town. He had moved there about a month earlier. Found out on our first date that we lived about four blocks away from each other - I'd picked a restaurant close to my house if I needed to bail. We both walked to our first date. I'm sure he thought I was a drama Queen at first, two of my friends died within two weeks of each other (I was mid 30s, both were 40 or under). He called for our second date while I was shopping for a funeral dress (she was very stylish, so we dressed to the nines). He called for our third date while I was still processing the sudden death of a dear friend that morning. Bless him, he assessed the situation, asked if I still wanted to go do something in a few days (I said yes, but I couldn't make decisions right now, so could he just plan something), he said "yep, do you need to talk?" I said no, and he said "I will let you know when I figure something out, I'm so sorry," then hung up. He did exactly what I asked him to do in the moment and took all the pressure off about his part of my situation. Now he's sitting in our living room with a cat in his lap. ♥️
Random comment (and fellow pro-choice conservative here! 🤫): how are you not following The Potato God (on BP, that is lol)??
Load More Replies...He does indeed sound like the kind of person that a cat would choose to be with
My hand eye coordination is horrible, I can't hit where I aim no matter what. My husband and I were throwing leftover water balloons at each other when miracles of miracles. I aimed for his chest and hit his groin, as he was doubled over screaming in pain I let another one fly. That one landed in his wide open mouth perfectly. I was so proud of myself!
Standing in a bar near the pool table, guy breaks, cue ball flies off the table. I catch it. Twice in the same night.
My ex was in the kitchen and I was reading in the living room we were arguing and I got so pissed I threw my book at him it flew across two rooms and hit him right in the middle of the forehead
Riding my bicycle on a commercial fishing pier as a kid I lost control and rode off the edge with a 20' drop to exposed rocks at low tide.
I tried to stop myself going over by planting my feet on the edge of the pier, but I knew my bike was too heavy.
Somehow the bike stopped, halfway over at a 45 degree angle. However now the seat was in the small of my back preventing me from getting off, and I couldn't budge it at all to get the bike back up.
A fisherman finally ran over to help me and we decided he would pull me as hard as he could and I'd let the bike fall.
I jumped to the side as he pulled me back to the pier, and it worked.
However.
My bike was still there, not moving at all.
When I examined what had happened, there was a piece of rebar sticking out from the edge of the pier bent upwards in an L shape, and it passed diagonally through the spokes of my front tire and completely wedged my bike in place.
It was the ONLY spot on the 300' long pier with ANYTHING sticking out.
I most certainly *did not* stop myself and my bike from going over.
Lucky that it caught the bike wheel and not you. Being impaled on it would NOT have been fun!
Having been accidentally impaled clean through my thigh by a piece of rebar as a kid (I was skipping school and goofing off on a construction site, slipped and fell) I can absolutely confirm it is not fun.
Load More Replies...I usually don't like when people get involved in freaky accidents and somehow they "miraculously" come out without a scratch and everybody screams "oh, that was God, see, that's the proof God exists, what more proof do you need than that" because, if the person dies, that would be also a proof that God exists and it was just their time to die. But, in this case, when I read that that rebar was the ONLY spot sticking out on a 300 ft. long wall, I must agree with you. Even coincidence has its limits. God was with him on that ride, no doubt about that...
Load More Replies...There’s a small but long hill behind my house that’s made of very packed sand one day I was riding my bike on it (very close to the edge) and Sutherland sand under my bike gave way. My bike started going down the hill but it suddenly stopped which made me fall off sideways. A tall rock had been in the way of the bike so the bike stopped. The fall still hurt tho
My wife and I (both right handed) had two left handed kids. Which has around a 1% chance of happening twice.
When I was little I was left handed and I wanted to do archery so my mom ordered a toy bow and arrow for left handed kids but it took a long time to get there and by the time it got to us I had become right handed. It was ridiculous
It's not that unusual if you and your wife are heterozygous dominant for right handedness. In that case it's about 1/16 of a chance.
Same here, both parents are right-handed, my sister and I are left-handed
My parents are both right handed, and they have two left handed kids (me and my brother), but they also have three right handed kids. The left handedness comes from my grandmother who was forced to write with her right, but was really a lefty. Several of my cousins are also left handed, but I think all my uncles and aunts are right handed. My left handed brother married a lefty and they have one of each.
Me too! My husband and I are both right handed and have 2 left handed daughters.
In a family of 5 siblings and 15 niblings between them I’m the only lefty in the bunch. I do have a cousin who is ambidextrous but she favours her right hand
My parents and brother are right handed and my sister and I are left handed.
Same here. My sister and I are both left handed. My parents were right handed
Got attacked by a robin in the morning, then attacked by a hawk 3 hours later. Weird day.
Got splatted on by a seagull - it went between my glasses and my eye - that stuff is quite acidic.....
If you are significantly smaller than 1 meter, they probably took you for prey. Otherwise, you must have pi🔞ed them off in some other way and they recognized you and attempted to scare you away. ATTENTION, EAGLE ABOVE!
My mom gave birth to me after sudden onset of labor at 37weeks and 6 days gestation, had a c-section because I was breech, born at 9:48 AM.
I gave birth to my child after sudden onset of labor at 37weeks and 6 days gestation, had a c-section because my daughter was breech, born at 9:48 AM.
Seems statistically improbable to me but maybe not super odd.
the time of day being the same is a little crazy but the similarity in short gestation periods is pretty common. If a medical complication caused your mother to go into early labor you may have that same complication. And you two probably have similar reproductive structures. This is why they take medical histories of your family as well as you. Genetics. Now if you were adopted it would be a much stranger situation
I gave birth to my son at 9.48am at 36 weeks after sudden onset labour via c-section because he was breech. (Labour avoided at 33 weeks but waters broke at 36 weeks)
My best childhood friend was born one day before me in the same hospital. Our mothers were both 42 at the time. BUT we never met each other until we were eleven. We were both 70 Last February and still keep in touch.
You should tell her before she gets married/cohabitates. It would be nice for her to know that probability exists.
I have not had covid despite working in Healthcare the entire pandemic...
I work in retail and I worked all through the lockdown and I've never had covid.
On the other side there's me, I was working from home, wearing a mask when outside, got the vaccine and still caught it twice.
Load More Replies...It's almost as if, as a healthcare worker, you knew the proper ways to protect yourself from infection. Perhaps and hear me out we should listen to healthcare professionals when in a global pandemic instead of trusting what Wanda on twitter overheard at the supermarket.
But she heard it off of them there internets!
Load More Replies...My husband caught it and died from complications from it. I was around him the whole time and never did catch it.
Worked in domicile care trough the pandemic and been around a number of people with covid, still haven't been tested positive. When I had my vaccine I was told that my strange cough and feeling run down for two months the beginning of 2020 was most likely covid. Speaking to fellow "noviders" we all had a "strange" cold in the early 2020 and I suspect that we had the original strain and together with vaccines are now immune to a certain extent
My son and I have both worked fully with the public in retail throughout the pandemic and have neither had it. We did wear masks and had the vaccinations and I have had one booster.
One of my adult children has had it three times. He got the first vaccine but not the boosters. The other two have had covid once. Hubby and I are fully vaccinated and have had every single booster offered to us. Ditto the flu jabs. We both still mask up at the supermarket and at small crowded stores. No covid for either of us. I think we won’t relax until it truly does becomes just another head cold. I feel that’s still a few years away. I hope it’ll be sooner.
After losing an AirPod while skiing I was able to find it the next run
I've got lots of weird coincidence stories, but only one related to skiing. Many years ago I was skiing at Killington, VT and took the short hike to the actual summit of Killington Peak. When I got there I found a small red rubber k**b lying in the snow. It was from a Coleman Peak 1 stove, and was probably lost while a hiker was cooking a meal. I owned a Peak 1 and had lost the red k**b, but this was the first time I'd ever been to the top of Killington. peak-1-64c...d22085.jpg
Sorry, but I couldn't help but laugh at the directions on the lantern. "Off," "Light," "Run." I mean, it IS a kerosene lantern, isn't it?
Load More Replies...When I had only been working a few months after leaving school, I went walking in town, having just been paid with cash in one of those old style cash/wage envelopes. It dropped out of my pocket and I didn't realise until two hours later. Boss let me go and look. I found it lying in the middle of the pedestrian precinct after probably many hundreds even thousands of people had walked by even though it was sitting in the middle of the pavement.
Omg something like this happened at work this month, i housekeep with an older lady and she lost her fake teeth while we were doing a particular room. We looked everywhere with the boss, two weeks later we are going for a tea break or smoko for her 😂 we walk past a patch of grass and her teeth are there ❤️ so glad cos I was making jokes about a customer sleeping in the room and finding teeth in the bed 😂
Took a summer time Organic Chemistry class, one month of classes 5 days a week then a three week break then another month for the second semester. After the break I reached into the box in my closet to grab the textbook where I had hidden it and felt a sharp stab in the corner of my little finger at the cuticle of the nail bed. I was running late to class so I thought nothing of it. I became ill with profuse sweating and nausea during the day then violently ill into the night with vomiting and diarrhea and swollen adenoids. Went to the ER the next morning and they ran every test they could. Two days later I started having trouble breathing and went to the ER again. My heart was swollen up half again it normal size, my lungs were swollen, and my kidneys too. Doctors kept me for two days with batteries of tests and after two days let me go as everything was going back to normal. Then I began s******g what appeared to be a white paste and this went on for two days. At the end of which I noticed that my tongue and the lining of my mouth was almost purple in color and I had a red streak from the tip of my little finger that during the day extended up to my bicep by that evening. Went back to the ER and the doctor said he had no clue but maybe I had been bitten by something venomous. I then thought about the day that the symptoms started and went to that box in my closet and sure enough there was a little black spider in the box. I asked one of my professors about it and he told me the county Health Department had a entomology office not far from campus so I captured the little spider and went on over. The doctor there told me it was just a grass spider and there was absolutely no way it could have envenomated me for 3 reasons. He said they have curved mandibles so they cant hit the human skin, they have soft mandibles so even when they manage to strike the skin the mandible will turn and not break the surface but most importantly their venom which digests the proteins that stretch between the cell walls of animals gets bound to Platelets in the human bloodstream and is almost instantly neutralized. I showed him where the bite was as evidenced by the red streak and sure enough it was in the corner of the nail bed in very soft tissue of the cuticle where the spider could actually get a strike. He asked if I had some kind of platelets disorder. I made a quick call to the Cancer Research hospital I worked at in the evenings at that time and sure enough I had donated platelets the evening before being bitten. A process where they put you on a platelet phoresies machine and extract almost all of your platelets for donation to kids who are in need of them due to having low counts from the chemotherapy. It was at this point that the entomologist started hyperventilating and asking all kinds of questions. He was low key freaking out. He kept repeating that this was a billion to billion to one event and he'd never heard of it before. He ended up getting me to sign some papers so he could have my medical records and published a paper on it. Fun for him but not so much for me. The white paste that I pooped for 3 days was the epithelial lining of my entire digestive tract which came out as white pasty looking individual cells. By the end of the month everything was back to normal like none of it had ever happened. Interesting side note. When some spiders inject their victims and turn them into liquid that they can then drink this venom dissolves the proteins that hold cells together by running between the cell walls. These proteins re the only things binding the cells together. Without these proteins we would be reduced to a nasty white almost liquidy paste. Edit: as it has been asked many time in the comments I do not possess a copy or link to the paper the entomolgist wrote. Nor do I remember which journal it was in. This happened in the early nineties and may have never even been out on the internet. Also I don't know if that journal even still exists. Can't be that many people reading journals on entomology. Also he was a PhD in Entomology and not a medical doctor so it wasn't in a medical journal.
Soooooo I was curious and tried looking it up. I'm going on like 2 hours of sleep and didn't feel like tracking down the full article to read but this might be it, published in December, the timing works --- Title: "Envenomation by a spider, Agelenopsis aperta (family: Agelenidae) previously considered harmless". Journal: Annals of Emergency Medicine (ANN EMERG MED), 1998 Dec; 32(6): 739-741. (3p). The publishing date is December 1998. And THIS is the first part of the abstract: "This is the first report of clinically significant bites by the grass spider (Agelenopsis aperta). Two cases of envenomation in southern California are presented. In the more serious case, a child exhibited several envenomation symptoms. Although this spider may be generally innocuous, it should be considered as a creature of occasional medical importance."
Thank you for taking your time looking this up! 😍
Load More Replies...Speaking of improbable, a symptom OP wrote about has explained something that I experienced about 15 years ago. It was something that i had forgotten about and had never spoken to my doctor about as I never thought about it during my appointments. I'm actually sat here open mouthed and feeling slightly shaken.
I find it more believable that this story is generally true than that this person would make up this particular story. If you're going to make up a story, I just can't see it being this one. I also believe it's perfectly possible that the OP didn't keep in touch with the entomologist or care about his paper.
Load More Replies...Not me, but a friend. He was a merchant mariner. Lived here in Virginia Beach. He was alwaus calling and texting, posting pics from around the world. One time he'd been out a while, we knew he was heading to Dubai, but didn't know where he'd be after that. 4 months go by, nobody's heard from him. His neighbor, who I was friends with, gets married and goes to Thailand for his honeymoon. He texts me one day and said you aren't gonna believe this s**t. He said he asked a local where a good local spot to eat was that tourists wouldn't be at. Guy takes him 30 minutes from the beach, to some dive bar/restaurant with no sign, no clearly marked entrance, he said it looked so shady he was afraid he was about to be robbed and killed. He goes in, and it's a legitimate restaurant. He eats, drinks some beers, goes to the bathroom. Out walks my friend, so he took a pic and sent it to me to confirm he's ok. Imagine taking a flight several thousands of miles away, getting away from the tourist areas and going into a local dive bar, and running into your f*****g next door neighbor you haven't seen in months. S**t's wild.
I met a German girl in a 2 days excursion in Vietman. She told me she comes from a rural area and that's she's the only one of her family who even went abroad and that it hasn't been that easy for her to travel by herself. We never gave each other personal information, like email or social media. Fast forward 5 months and I'm arriving at the airport in Santiago de Chile to take a flight to Argentina. As I'm walking through the parking lot I see her exiting from the airport, as she had just arrived there. Our shock faces and the hugging took the people who were with us by surprise! She did keep traveling after all..
Good for her and the cool bond you two have! 😊
Load More Replies...UK born and bred. My brother now lives in Lanzarote. He bumped into our childhood neighbour who was on holiday there. The neighbour has lived in Indonesia for years..... Many years before, I had bumped into the neighbour's sister, who was busking in Amsterdam train station.
A guy I know who's from Switzerland told me he went to Thailand on vacation and decided to do some mountain climbing while he was there (hey, he's swiss, so...). He climbed one of the highest mountains in the country and, as he reached the top, he met another swiss guy who was also vacationing there. They had been school colleagues in 5th grade and hadn't seen each other since then...
I think it's got to be somewhat rare that the place I live in is mentioned on BP like this!
I went to a concert with thousands of people and ran into my of my best friends from high school, whom I also roomated with for four years. We had both moved out and in with our respected girlfriends in Northern CA (he to Santa Cruz, I to Paradise.....we had not talked for months), and we bump into each other at a completely different city somewhere in between amidst a sea of people.
I went on a disastrous first date in Colorado USA. A year later, nearly to the day, I saw them again, we were sharing a hostel room in Australia. They were still awful but now with an audience of international travelers.
My college advisor in hs did some b******t a*s calculations on his computer, flipped the screen around and it said I have a 1.34% chance of getting in to the school I wanted. Guess who made it in that b***h. And I got the degree now too.
Said Han to C-3PO before they flew into the asteroid field
Load More Replies...In 9th grade the science teacher asked ' what is matter ? ' . I said ' anything that occupies space ' he looked at me and said ' smart answer for somebody who looks like a bum '. I was dressed very casually for the time.
My high school English teacher laughed at me in front of the whole class when I said I wanted to be a writer. Four years later I was awarded a full ride scholarship in writing to one of the best colleges in America. Yeah, I made sure to tell him.
Hello Rocco MZ, make sure to let us know when your books are published, please.
Load More Replies...Bad bad advisors. Even if that was somehow accurate I would never show or say it that way. How awful.
My college tutor said design wasn't my thing and I should do something else. I graduated from art school in 2000 with a design degree
Twenty three years ago my husband was given a 17% chance of surviving his cancer. We celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary last week.
I'm not a gambler, so offs don't mean much to me.I give everything 50% chance.Either it happens or it doesn't.
While attempting to get medical treatment, the dr.’s office ran a pharmacy report on my medical history and prescriptions. My terminally ill brother, whose full name was only 2 letters different from mine and we had the same address and phone number, was on a shitload of narcotics at the time and through their search they pulled up HIS report and thought it was mine. They yelled at me and kicked me out of the office saying I was just looking for drugs. I was mortified and very upset and they wouldn’t listen to me when I said it was my brother and not me. I ended up calling the pharmacy board and they called the doctor and explained that since we had the same address, phone number and an extremely similar name, they had to search by social security number. The doctor felt horrible and gave me free treatment and now he tells that story at conferences he goes to. It was crazy. So of course, I had something happen to me that the doctors or nurses had never come across before. The doctor shared with me the tales of the conferences he spoke at and said none of the doctors there knew it was possible for data from 2 people to be included in the same pharmacy report either. I guess they do now!
A) if the doctor had been CORRECT about who this person was they still would be awful because they didn't get context and they would have kicked a terminal patient out for visiting the doctor. B) addicts still need to see a doctor for reasons beyond drug seeking while they can be frustrating you have to treat them you're a doctor C) addiction is a disease, as a doctor you're not supposed to kick someone out for having an annoying disease you're meant to offer the help they need. D) providing information on a patient to another patient due to a mistake is not any less a privacy violation. This doctor needs a mandatory training session from his oversight group minimum and a certification hearing potentially.
This is why they ask for your date of birth as well as your name. It is possible for two people to have the same name and DOB, but much less likely than sharing a name or very similar name.
Unless they happen to be twins with unimaginative parents.
Load More Replies...I was in the waiting room at a small clinic, they called my name and a man responded. He ended up getting an X-Ray intended for me. At the same clinic, I saw two women with the same first and last name arrive at front desk at the same time.
Your birthdate and your SSN (or whatever identifier they use wherever you live) should've been different, though. Doesn't matter how similar your names are, those are the identifiers they should've checked first.
That goes back to the parents, Keep your kids names totally different from one another.
It's very common to have multiple people in a database confused for the same person or one persons records broken out to look like multiple people. There's a whole part of data management called master data management. It's extremely important in medical records but can be an issue for any type or record focused on people or organizations, like financial records. Always watch to be sure your records are your records or you are working with the person you think you are. There are many checks that help assure this. That's why people on the phone check multiple pieces of data to be sure they are talking to you.
Dropped a glass while washing six - just six - wine glasses. It hit another glass, and shattered glass flew up out of the sink, hit me in the wrist, resulting in an arterial bleed. Home alone (house sitting). Cell service not available due to a big service fail in the area. Managed to stumble my way off the acreage to the nearest road and a driver was able to call for police and ambulance. Too close. Too damn close. I lost consciousness moments after hailing car for help. If she hadn’t stopped….
****EDIT*** FOR CLARIFICATION, TO ANSWER QUESTIONS AND TO DISPEL WACKY ASSUMPTIONS. You folks are kind. And some of you folks are wildly accusatory. Sigh. 1. Assuming I was drunk on wine, and drunk on the power of using a different wine glass for each drink I had. Lol. I don’t drink. The homeowners had had company the night before they left. Hence, the wineglasses. They wouldn’t put their “expensive, shipped home from Italy during last trip there” glasses in the dishwasher and asked me to wash them. This happened about four hours after they left to go to their summer house. 2. There was a massive cell service outage. No, it shouldn’t have happened. Read about the 2022 Rogers Communication Outage. Yeah, I should link it, but I don’t know how to do so properly. Apologies. 2(a) No, they don’t have a land line. 3. Yes, it was an arterial bleed. I knew it was bad, because I’ve watched ER (ha) and because the blood was spurting up and out all over the counter, the floor, me, the stove, the hanging pot rack, etc. 4. I’m a fainter. I quickly slumped down to the floor, having attempted a tourniquet while repeatedly calling 911. My dominant hand was injured. I’m a fainter. It was bad. I said to myself - out loud - YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BE ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE THAT DIES IN A STUPID F*****G HOUSEHOLD ACCIDENT. NOW GET UP AND WALK TO THE END OF THE PROPERTY AND HOPE A CAR GOES BY. 5. I did get up while putting pressure on my wrist and dropping saturated tea towels and adding new tea towels. The blood stain trail showed I was not steady on my feet and that I apparently tried to get in the car and drive. Blood trail continued down paved drive but also went in circles and onto the grass as I apparently fought against fainting/losing consciousness. 6. First car that drove by wouldn’t stop. I can’t say I blame them. Woman covered in blood stumbling, they may have been afraid. Car that stopped used in-car comms (OnStar? Apple? I dunno) to get help. But she wouldn’t get out of her car until I guess she was sure this wasn’t a domestic violence incident and she wasn’t putting herself in danger. She would not touch me or help to apply pressure. 7. Just as I was passing out - and if you’re a fainter, like I am, then you know when you’re going to faint and you know when you’ve reached the point where you can’t do anything to stop it - a woman from another car ran up to me and I asked her to keep pressure on - which she did. Using her bare hands and a small rag over my blood soaked tea towel. She saved my life. She didn’t have to do that, and I’m eternally grateful to her. No. I don’t know who she is. 8. Police entered the house and cleared it. Apparently believed that this was a possible domestic violence incident and thought the perp - or other victim - or that I was the perp and there was a victim of MY actions - might be in the house. They wrote that “the scene matched the story”, or something to that effect. The woman who stopped first must have told them I said I’d hurt myself washing dishes - which I’d told her in an effort to get her out of her car and applying pressure to the bleed. 9. Doctors in ER asked me what happened. Told them. I don’t know if they believed me or not, but as per normal protocol, they did ask me if I was safe at home. My license and health card showed I did not live in the area, so maybe then they believed I actually was just the house sitter. 10. I was in the hospital for about 6-8 hours. Went back to the acreage. Went to bed. Slept for about 12 hours. Cleaned the blood and glass up the next day. It was bad. Very bad. 11. I no longer use glass containers. I use only plastic cups. I’m still a non-drinker. I still house sit. I do not hand wash glasses. Ever. Under any circumstances. And when hearing a glass break I start to cry. Pathetic, but true. 12. I suggested to the homeowners that they get a landline. They did not. 13. From time to time, I still have some discomfort in my wrist. Also some numbness. I just rest it for a day or two and then it’s fine. Yes, I have a scar. Not very noticeable. 14. I had a second arterial bleed in the hospital when the resident stitching me up nicked my artery as they tried to do the repair. S**t happens. At least I was in the hospital. 15. The ER docs were absolutely amazed that I’d walked to the end of the property and gotten help all by myself. One doctor said, YOU saved yourself. Any lingering doubt was likely cleared up by police report of scene and blood trail. 16. Did this change my outlook on life? Yes and no. I’m less fearful in many ways, and more inclined to say yes to new experiences and adventures. I have developed a deep rooted fear of glassware. No joke. I won’t wash glassware. I was already aware of the random nature of life - and death - as my parents died when I was young , and I’ve had other random s**t happen to me. So. I get it. Life is random. Life is fragile. In the face of so much bad luck, I’ve been lucky. I’m still here. Still house sitting. Take care, friends. And be careful washing those damn glasses. (Edited for brevity and to satisfy someone’s unquenchable thirst for paragraphs.)
I WISH it was edited for brevity and to satisfy my unquenchable thirst for paragraphs. Jesus Christ.
I found the read quite amusing - who forced you to keep reading?
Load More Replies...This is weirdly similar to a wrist injury I have. I got it on my 13th birthday, I accidentally slammed into a window and tore open my wrist. It severed an artery and damaged a nerve and tendon. I'm chill with glass and windows and stuff (I still get anxiety when I put my palm flat against a window and I avoid touching them but that can't be helped) but I've got permanent nerve damage that makes my hand constantly pins-and-needles-y and it has weird temperature reactions (any temperature that's at all off from room temperature causes moderate pain through my little finger, especially cold temps)
I almost didn't read it but great story. I'm a medic and don't mind blood as long as it's not my own. I can pass out with my blood.
I'm a nurse and can handle blood from myself and anyone else, except for a family member deep stitches kind, though, not something a bandaid can fix.
Load More Replies...I want to know how the home owners reacted once they were told what happened.
my mother makes candles. one time she was carrying a flat box out to the car, and slipped on the stairs in the garage and dropped the box, causing the candle containers to break and one of the shards cut her in a wrist artery. she went to the ER and they thought she wanted to off herself. she still has wrist problems every now and then, luckily it healed all the the way mostly
I underwent a surgical procedure called a stapectomy to improve the significant hearing loss in my GOOD ear. Instead, I ended up completely deaf. My surgical ENT said this has only happened to 5 patients IN THE US. (He was doing research to try to help me afterwards.) I don't know how true it is, but hey, lucky me.
I’m so very, very sorry for your hearing loss. I lost hearing in my left ear due to surgery to a benign inner ear tumor called an acoustic neuroma. (My hearing tests show DEAD for the left ear.) Odds of getting an Acoustic Neuroma are incredibly slim. Then one of my best friends had one removed 6 months after me. And two other friends also had them removed a year later! 😳 My right ear is now losing hearing due to a family genes. My “good” ear hears at a moderate to severe hearing loss. I protect it like crazy!
Nearly getting killed by the same reckless/drunk driver twice in three years. The first time in 2001, I turned right. Before I completed the turn a Pontiac Sunfire zipped by going 100-110 mph. The second near death was in the driveway in 2004. I was supposed to pick up my brother from work. This time I didn't. Instead, I hear a noise that could be heard a block away. The drunk driver smashed my car and turned it around 180 degrees. His BAC was 0.20. He tried running away and the neighbor tackled him. There happened to be a police officer nearby, too. Life comes at you fast. I played softball with the kid when I was 11 years old. Drunk drivers don't want their license.
I'll never understand why or how the law allows so many drunk drivers to escape fitting punishment. Like having a drunk driver smash into them or their loved ones?
I worked for a police department processing paperwork for court filing. I have seen driving histories that were just unbelievable. Seven suspensions for drunk driving and he got his license back and did a repeat.
Load More Replies...Local PD arrested the same guy for DUI twice in one night. How? He was pulled over, arrested, a friend came and paid bail, and *while getting his paperwork finished at the police station* told his friend to take him to his car. Alerted by station staff, an officer remained in the area of the car and sure enough, caught the same guy driving it at over the legal blood alcohol limit. The second time they highly suggested he not make bail until the following day.
I was "swimming" about 20 yards away from shore where it is about 15 feet deep in lake Erie (water is a little cloudy) with my glasses on so I can see. A wave runner rushes past and the wake knocks off my glasses. I make a few dives. Try and mark my location with landmarks. Swim to shore, explain what happened and ask people if they have a mask or goggles I can borrow. Someone does loan me their goggles. I swim out and dive about 20 times. I decide I am going to take two more dives then end it and drive home to Chicago without being able to see. I go down and a bass swims under me. I decide to follow it since I had never been so close to one other than fishing. It swam over my glasses. I shoot to the surface with my glasses in my hand. The beach erupts in cheers - apparently the word got out. I was ELATED and stayed to camp and party with my friends (mostly old and a few new).
We have a narrowboat which has side doors (for ventilation) One time in a lock, someone opened the paddles rather quickly, and one of the doors came off its hinges and sank. Several days later, on the way back, my husband decided to try magnet fishing for the door, in the lock. Took about 10 minutes, but he got it back!
My twin sister and I hit the same answer to “rock, paper, scissors” 14 times in a row. My husband thought we were cheating haha! Gotta love the power of twins!
I was contacted by the FBI in regards to a criminal on the most wanted list. There were so many coincidences in our lives that the agents thought that I had to know where he was. They grilled me for a couple of hours trying to get information, but I had never heard of the guy. Incredible since: We lived two streets apart as kids, attended the same elementary, middle, and high schools, and were members of the same church. (He was 3 years older than me so we never met at school, and his family attended church during a different time slot). We both studied French at the same university. As language tutors, we worked in the same office and had the same boss and general phone number. (The age difference kept us from ever meeting, and he switched from French to Business before I got there). We both did a church missionary service in the same part of France, and even lived at the same address twice. (Our time in France never overlapped, and those mission apartments changed tenants every couple of months). When we both lived in Salt Lake, we lived in the same (large) apartment complex. He robbed an armored car outside of a movie theater on a Monday morning, getting away with a lot of cash and murdering the driver. I was working the overnight shift at a grocery store (from Sunday night to Monday morning) on that exact morning. The theater and the grocery store shared a parking lot. Every 6 months or so, the FBI checks in with me.
Had a vasectomy. It was only 2 hours before it all went wrong, but I was following all the post-procedure stuff: wear a jock strap, gentle icing, no lifting, no exercise, plenty of rest, etc. I was actually quite excited to sit in bed for a few days and find a show to binge, when s**t started going south. Was laying in bed and had been feeling a weird twinge/pulling sensation for a bit, and finally put the tablet down to get a look down my shorts. The doctor said there might be swelling, but I wasn’t quite prepared for what I saw. My ball sack had increased in size to about an orange and my lower abdomen was swelling as well. There was a black/blue bruise that was spreading down my leg and up into the abdomen. Started to google stuff and had my wife call the doctor. She finally got a hold of the night attendant, and he told her it was normal. I tried to relax and get my mind off of things… but I was a bit anxious, to say the least. I checked again about an hour later… and my balls had grown to the size of a small cantaloupe. They had swelled up so big, that my penis had been entirely engulfed—except for the foreskin—by the mass of sack around it. My junk now looked like a furry, zombified Q-bert. I had never had a panic attack before, but my brain decided that *now* would be a good time to introduce that to my repertoire. My arm went numb, the world was spinning, I was struck by an impending sense of doom and my heart felt like it was going to beat through my chest. Thinking I was currently well along in the process of dying, I had my wife call 911. By the time EMS got there I felt much better (Opiates), and I’m not Bill Gates, so I told them my wife would take me to the hospital. By this time I had to pee, and all I can say about that is it’s quite an experience to have to fish your penis shaft out of your painful, grossly swollen ballsack and *just* barely get enough of the tip out to spray urine everywhere like an epileptic with a super soaker. Arrived at the ER and they confirmed that yes… my “s**t was f****d up.” Out of a bit of horror and pity, they gave me some morphine in my IV right after the sonogram. In the chaos, however, I neglected to inform them I had just taken some opiate pain meds. (Not to mention I had doubled the dose considering my condition). I didn’t OD or anything, but there was lots of puking and feeling like I was falling into myself and other fun stuff I’d rather not endure again. Had to wait a bit for surgery, so they gave me some antibiotics beforehand to get that round of meds started. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize that I was allergic to Sulfa antibiotics. Nothing happened that night (thankfully) but for whatever reason Sulfas give me a male yeast infection. So, I got to convalesce with a tube still draining blood and fluid out of my left nut, all the while my penis was covered in slime and sores. The doctor said that the possibility of the initial complications *alone* was somewhere in the range of 0.001%, let alone the rest of that f*****g nightmare. Still, at least it supplanted “live moth in my ear canal” as the #1 worst physical experience I’ve had to endure thus far in life.
Well that was impressively descriptive. I did not enjoy the pictures in my head...
Live moth in ear canal also sounds like a statistically improbable thing....poor OP got two experiences!
That's not a panic attack, thats an anxiety attack.i should knkw, i get them and ive talked to my therapist about them
I saw an ad on a Pepsi case at a grocery store for a text to win contest to see Beyoncé in concert. I figured why not, and sent a text and was entered. A few weeks later I got a text back from the same number that told me I won the grand prize! I ended up winning 2 tickets to Beyoncé’s Mrs Carter World Tour in Brooklyn and $500 on a Visa gift card. Used the $500 for some bus tickets and a hotel down the street from Barclays. The seats were awesome and it is something I’ll never forget!
I entered a contest once hoping to win the 3rd place prize of some headphones. I never entertained winning first prize. Much to my delighted shock I won the $10,000 grand prize. I still have the email they sent me.
Wow! That's amazing!! I hope to be able to win something like that someday! Wish me luck! :)
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My son used the head rest to break a window to pull 3 children out of cars in two different accidents, both driven by women in (6 children in total) exactly 3 months apart. The first accident occurred one day after he filmed “stop the bleed” training available through a local hospital. The first accident caused by speed and the SUV flipped on its roof right in front of him and he also got the Mom out. The second one caused by a man who fell asleep coming home from third shift and crossed a double yellow and hit a woman head on taking her 3 kids to school. The woman needed the jaws of life to be extracted and after getting her kids out my son checked the male driver for trauma/bleeding and held his hand until EMTs could get there. The man was life flighted to the hospital. While my son was tending to him the local fire department arrived and took off the side view mirror of my son’s car that was off the road. :/ My son is convinced that he will have to help others out of their cars in more accidents. I keep telling him that this is not common for a civilian. Super thankful he saw the training on what to do.
TLDR: My son broke windows with a headrest and pulled a total of 6 children and an adult out of cars in 2 separate accidents exactly 3 months apart. The first accident occurred one day after he filmed “Stop the Bleed” training at a local hospital.
All of the people that crashed were extremely lucky that this man's son was there and trained.
I have 2. 1) My car, 2 days after we bought it, was shot while I was driving in to work. It happened in a hotel parking lot in a safe neighborhood at like 6am. Car and I both survived, though cops said a centimeter in and direction would have changed those results. 2) I safely stole back a waist pack from a bear. DO NOT DO WHAT I DID! It is not safe! In summary, camping in the white mountains and a yearling has been checking out our camp. Friends all go to the bathroom, one friend leaves her waist pack with her insulin and glucose meter in her tent. Bear breaks into her tent, runs off with the pack. I follow the bear. I politely ask the bear to drop the bag. We (the bear and I) both are surprised because the bear listens. I then ask if I can trade the pack for a stick. I use the stick to distract the bear and grab the pack. The bear sits and examines the stick and VERY LUCKY NOT TO BE DEAD me takes the pack and backs away slowly. I give my friend her slightly chewed pack with her meds so we can avoid going to the hospital. Then we find out my friend is highly allergic to black bear spit. She ends up in the ER anyway.
What are the odds of being allergic to the saliva of a black bear? And how many people are allergic to it but will never know?
I think I'll add this to my medical chart. Allergic to black bear sputum. I'm not allergic to anything really.
Load More Replies...I like this bear story! They're smart and being young, he sounds like he was just curious. Kudos to OP for keeping calm.
I've been hit by two F5 tornadoes. Both of which hit the same house.
I'm thinking Moore, OK. They seem to attract big, deadly tornadoes
Load More Replies...I have seen a white hummingbird
I'd love to see a white hummingbird. That's mythic! A hummingbird got caught in a net we put up to keep the squirrels from taking all our fruit. The bird's wings were tight against its sides. I cut the net away while my daughter held her hands out with the bird. It didn't move. I ran into the house and made the formula for sugar syrup. It cooled as I ran back to my daughter holding the hummie, and I poured some into her hand. The tiny tongue came out a took some of the syrup. The birdie had just exhausted itself struggling to escape the confines of the net, and the syrup revived it. After just a minute or two, it flew away. I immediately got rid of the entire net. On two separate occasions, years apart, hummingbirds flew into our house. It wasn't easy, but we got them out unscathed.
Been struck by lightning 3 times. Shocking, I know.
When I was a teenager I picked up a hitchhiker and then a few years later the same guy picked me up when I was walking after I ran out of gas. Never saw him before or after those two occasions.
Made a living as a musician all my life.
My friend had two sets of monochorionic-monoamniotic twins--the rarest kind of twins--in back-to-back pregnancies. Identical twins that share the same amniotic sac and same placenta. "Mono-Mono" or "MoMo" twins happen in about 1% of identical twin pregnancies, and less than 0.1% of all pregnancies.
Imagine just getting used to being the parents of twins, thinking "next one will be easier! We managed two this time after all!"....and it's twins again.
A couple in my hometown was in a similar situation (they had twins and wished for a third and final child)... got quadruplets.
Load More Replies...And also that all survived. That is the most dangerous twin pregnancie.
I was almost murdered in a case of mistaken identity. A guy came chasing after my car on the highway, waving his gun out the window. He eventually got in front of me, blocking my car, and stopped his car and got out. He came right up to my Window, pointed the gun right at my head, looked me in the eyes and said "Sorry. Wrong chick", then got back in his car and drove away. I still have no idea who he was or who the "right chick" was.
Went to a county fair and found a season pass on the ground with my name on it. 4 people in my area with the same name and I know 2 if them. What are the odds of that?
Years back, my best friend and I went swimming at a lake. He was so excited to get in the water that he left his phone and wallet in his pocket and lost both. It sucked, the lake gets deep quickly and is very muddy. We looked and looked, but water was too deep and it gets scary deep in lakes! Anywho, I’d say a month-ish went by, and we were swimming at the lake again, and being the smart a*s friend I am, I dove down to find some lake trash and tell him I found his wallet, but it’s like a soda can or something. (Har har har bad joke, but I’m a bad friend) Instead, what happened went like: Me: bobbing around looking for stuff with my toes along the bottom of the lake (it’s pretty deep). I touch something, and my blood runs cold cause it’s super scary to touch things in water. But this joke will happen, no matter how lame. I grab it with my long toes, a neat skill I have. Very dexterous. I hand the trash from my toes to my hand, and swim up for air, holding the trash above me so that it dramatically surfaces first. As my ears emerge from the water, I hear my friend say “are you f*****g with me?” I look in my hand overhead and I am unbeknownst to myself triumphantly holding up my friends lost wallet. It was goddamn uncanny.
I'm more concerned about the line 'I grab it with my long toes, a neat skill I have. Very dexterous.'
Is this not normal? I can pick things up with my toes and never thought it was odd.
Load More Replies...Hit by lightning. Sort of .. indirectly. Lightning hit a tree near the wellhead while I was doing dishes. Exploded the tree, fried the well and gave me a jolt that made my metal fillings so hot they burned my tongue. Other than that, I was fine.
I remember a few times I have had the most bizarre sense that the running water from my house's taps had electricity in it and I remember telling it to my parents and how bizarre it sounded but then my dad checked the pipes and wires and I think found that one of the electricity wires was touching the water pipe or something. Something like that. Almost got electrocuted when I was a handling a metal pot (I was washing the dishes) and I had it in my left hand and I reached out with my right hand to open the tap and washed my hands under the water and feeling electric shocks jolting through me. Thought I was going to die.
I got bit by a ground hog. I’ve never researched the odds of getting bit buy a ground hog but it’s gotta be pretty low, right?
Yes that's very unusual. I really hope the poster got a rabies shot! (If you're ever bitten by a mammal you don't know for sure is vaccinated against rabies, seek care right away!)
I've been bitten by a groundhog! Fortunately I had heavy duty gloves on, because I was trying to coax it out of the engine compartment of the car it had camped in.
Having the combination of red hair and blue eyes; the rarest combination in the world, at just a 0.17% chance.
I think a rarer combo would be naturally blue hair and red eyes.
I think red hair and purple eyes is probably less common (yes violet eyes are actually possible. So cool.)
Violet eyes are stunning only ever seen them once. Red hair and violet eyes...wow I have chameleon eyes,seem to change colour with emotions. Pressure in the eye give the appearanceof colour change. My eyes get a violet ring wit violent emotions.
Load More Replies...I have red hair and blue eyes. Didn’t know it was all that rare. Although I am the only red haired one out of 28 grand kids.
I have two children with red curly hair and mostly blue eyes, but they both have a different types of heterochromia as well. My daughter has central heterochromia and my son has sectoral heterochromia. They’re also almost completely identical despite being born 18 months apart and being opposite genders.
I feel like it's much more rare to have red hair with brown eyes. Red heads almost always seem to have blue eyes
Had my tonsils out, twice because they grew back. Let me tell you that throwing up blood that runs down the back of your throat after surgery was an exorcist level event. I’m glad the pain pills were huge that I had to break up into smaller jagged bits.
I was born on my parents' first anniversary. Both my parents have the same birthday (same day, same year). My husband and I have birthdays a day apart from each other.
I accidentally caught a guitar pick at a My Chemical Romance concert 12 years ago. I was standing there and had my hand at my side with my fingers kinda half way to a fist. I felt something hit my hand, looked down and it was just there. It was at the amphitheater in Bonner Springs KS so not a small crowd either
High school drop-out with a Masters Degree. Read somewhere duting my career that 1/2 of 1% of high school drop-outs get an Associates Degree.
I was hit in a crosswalk 2x as a pedestrian by the same person. The incidents were 4 years apart and in different states.
When I turned 23 I met my 2 biological half brothers. The showed me a photo of them with our father and in it they’re all smiling to show how the three of them are all missing a front upper middle tooth. When I was 7 I lost my upper middle front tooth, making it all four of us.
I won over $1,200 on a $2 wager in horseracing and then less than a week later I won over $1,600 on a $6 wager. The first was a pick 5, meaning I had to pick the winner of 5 consecutive races and the second was a pick 4 which is similar, but only 4 races.
And I hope that your luck didn't run out and that you kept that money....
I stepped in bear s**t on my wedding day. Twice.
I'm not gonna make a joke, I'm not gonna make a joke...
Load More Replies...My mom is 14 years older than her sister. Her sister (my aunt) is 14 years older than me. I am 14 years older than my niece (daughter of said aunt). My niece is 14 years older than my daughter. (Eta- COUSIN not niece 🤦🏼♀️)
Got caught in a small tornado in southern California. I was about 12 years old and skateboarding in the parking lot at my Dad's work. I remember stopping for a second and noticing that all noise around me had completely stopped. No great way to describe it other than all of the normal sounds (breeze, birds, background noise) had fallen flat. It's not that noise disappeared, rather it was like the air couldn't carry sounds normally. I looked up and the sky was a yellow color, all of the overcast clouds looked as though the sun was setting even though it was in the middle of the day. Right after I noticed the color, I also saw several large pieces of light trash circling in the air above me (trash bags, chunks of cardboard, etc). Still, no noise. Then, across the wash (a cemented channel that feeds into the LA river), a large piece of corrugated roofing loudly ripped itself off of a porch in the adjacent trailer park and joined the other trash circling in the sky. That was when I booked it back across the parking lot and back into the shop bay at Dad's work. The chunk of roofing ended up on my side of the wash. A few of the owners in adjacent bays came out to see, but don't think they saw it during its short flight. It was all said and done in probably less than thirty seconds, so I doubt it was newsworthy. Maybe not much to someone living in the Midwest, but very unusual to happen to anyone in the Los Angeles area.
Correctly guessed all the numbers of the California Lottery 20 years ago upon arriving in my hotel room and turning on the TV at the drawing time. I keep running into the same ex every few years, no matter where I go on the planet (30+ years). We have =NOT= stayed in touch.
i had my car stolen from work and caught the theif myself the next day.
I had my golf clubs stolen from my car. They don't normally live in the car, but I was supposed to go to the driving range with a friend from work and he couldn't go at the last minute and so we said we'd go the next evening instead, so I left my clubs in my car overnight. That was the night my car got broken into. Didn't initially realise they were missing as I had forgotten putting them in there, just the stereo had gone. Our building security guard found my golf clubs the next day and I got them back. Guess the thief didn't want to be seen lugging a heavy bag of clubs around the city centre many miles from the nearest golf course! Didn't get the stereo back though, but he did me a favour, as it was the awful standard one in a cheap car, and I was able to put a new one in with a removeable faceplate.
I had my car stolen and the police had recovered it before I reported it stolen. The car was used in a robbery that went wrong.
Moved from Ohio to Texas back in 2006 to be with my now wife. Was interviewing for my first career job, and one of the interviewers was not only from Ohio, she graduated from my university, AND she went to the same high school as both of my parents (two hours away from that university, so not like they were in the same place) just a couple of years before them.
I was on a train that derailed.
We were making dinner once and there was a large knife on the counter with part of the handle hanging over the edge. My ex put his hand down on the handle, it flew up in the air, flipped and landed pointy side down, directly in my big toe.
This is the dumbest story ever but the one time in my entire life that someone asked me if I wanted to buy a pair of shoes at work is the day (a few hours later) that the sole of my shoe came off. So yeah, I bought the shoes. Coworkers husband bought wrong size shoes and not sure why they couldn’t return them.
1. Lost a job to the RK riots because the building literally burned down. 2. Was on a Delta Shuttle to NYC, Tuesday morning September 11th at 830am. 3. I could go on but those two are highlights.
Rodney King riots in LA in 1991. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rodney_King?wprov=sfti1
Load More Replies...I've been pooped on by a bird. Getting pooped on by a bird has roughly a chance of 1 in 5 million. HOWEVER... I think the chances of WHERE I was pooped on make the probability ratio even larger. See... I had a seagull poop and the poop landed PERFECTLY on the breast pocket of the polo shirt I was wearing that day. I have refused to eat at the Ivar's on the Seattle waterfront for decades now. Edit: guys, I'm just going by what I googled. I was more going to the part of where the poop landed that was more of the insane odds bit.
Okay but non seattlites, go to Ivars when ur visiting here. You can chuck French fries at seagulls and they catch them midair, it's hilarious. They also have pretty good oysters
I've been pooped on several times, nothing too devastating other than my own lovebird pooping in my mouth while I was trying to get it back into its cage.... but I have 3 other bird poop stories that are pretty good. One is my parents' story when they were out cruising long term on their boat. Last can of beans and they were running low on rations and wouldn't make it to shore until the next day. Mom brings the pot up on deck and a seagull flying over immediately poops into it. My dad forevehates seagulls and has a funny shirt proclaiming it. My other story is from high school. BIG group of co-ed friends and raging teenage hormones hangingout at the beach in swim suits. My high school nemesis (long story but she was not a nice person and saw me as competition for some reason and tried to push me out of the friend group. What can I say besides "small town"🤷♀️) was standing a few feet away from me, talking to a guy I knew she had a crush on. Wearing a bikini as you do at the beach. 1/2
I happen to glance up and see the seagull release his baggage about 50 feet up. To me, it happened in slow motion and I saw it falling right towards her. Had I been her friend or a less petty teenager, I could have pushed her out of the way.... but instead I watched the impact from the altitude spectacularly splatter it all over her bare chest. I don't remember my or anyone else's reaction but she cried, a lot. Last story was hiking the Nicoya Peninsula with friends on a camping/hitchhiking adventure. We were walking along a beach when we couldn't go any further due to a cliff so of course we had to climb it. Friend 1 and I reach the top and wait for friend 2. When she triumphantly reached the top and yelled to celebrate, a flock of 20ish pelicans spooked, flew over her and did an amazing literal shitstorm all over her. TLDR birds pooping makes for some funny stories. I've always thought birds were kind of a******s bc they can s**t on you or whatever and then just fly away...
Load More Replies...The chances of having a bird poop on you may be 1 in 5 million, but only if it's the chance of happening on a specific day in a specific 10 minute window.
Pooped on the head as a kid. And as an adult, pooped on my ice cream cone while at the beach.
I've had a bird poop on the back of my jacket but not on me when I was 8 or so.
I've accidentally walked into a riot on 3 separate occasions in my life.
I was in my jeep, pulled over on a Saturday afternoon to check a text message. Two guys pulled up beside me and asked if I knew where they could buy some Jeep parts as pick-a-part yard was closed. I asked what they needed. "A brake rotor for a 96 Grand Cherokee." I reached into the passenger floorboard and picked up a brake rotor for a 96 Grand Cherokee, handed it out the window, smiled and drove away.
we call my dad papa doolittle because he has this way with animals. it's not just domestic ones like cats and dogs but wildlife. it is perfectly normal to look out the window and see deer in the yard while he is gardening. several times pregnant deer hung out there until they left to give birth and then returned with their babies. the best sight was seeing him in the garden or on the porch chair with hummingbirds around or sitting on him. and the squirrels adore him. the only trait of this that i got is that if an animal is hurt or in need it usually shows up at my door & sometimes literally in my house. am currently rehabing a bird for release that was hurt in a recent wind storm.
My birth was a pretty unlikely event given that I was born with ambiguous genitals (around 1 in 4500). The fact that I still have them 42 years later is more unlikely still since the policy then and now was "make it look normal at any cost".
At my job, I spotted an old book that was going to a used book sale. It had the old WW2 army air corps symbol. It was a 1942 yearbook from a cadet school in Deming New Mexico and my father's class picture was in it.
Two customers. One at my counter and one on the phone. Both looking for the same obscure part for the exact same year, make and model vehicle.
i bought 3 lottery scratch cards won £2 on one bought another won £6 on that one bought one more then won £100 lucky me
In Hungary, there is a unique bank deposit, on which you do not earn interest, but you can win cars with your account number. My FIL won 3 (very cheap) cars and his father also won one. The chances are just slightly better than in a lottery game.
I can do you one better. The baby girl I gave up for adoption has the same birthmark as her adoptive mom. I got to meet my birth daughter because of her mom.
Load More Replies...I once caught a fish with an auger. When you cut the holes for ice fishing you bob the auger up and down a few times to get the slush out of the hole. I was 5 or 6 at the time so naturally I was a bit over enthusiastic about this. The suction pulled a perch out of the hole.
I've gotten 3 different eye infections in my life, all rare. One was so rare the optometrist (who worked 20+ years) called the hospital because they'd never seen it, and they called someone because they didn't get it. I think I was the first case to happen in Britain, my twin was the second when she got the same condition 1.5 years later. My mum has been stopped 3 times while on holiday by border control because they thought she was a terrorist. i.e. she was in the same city and street at the same time as the attack and happens to have the same vehicle that they use. Doesn't make it better than 2/3 times she was seen carrying a large ham over her shoulder that looked like a machine gun on camera because of bad lighting. She later sold the vehicle. My brother was once carsick in the motorhome, and the second he put his head back in after being sick the wing mirror was smashed off and came flying into the window after a van crashed into it. A second later, he'd been badly hurt.
I was in my jeep, pulled over on a Saturday afternoon to check a text message. Two guys pulled up beside me and asked if I knew where they could buy some Jeep parts as pick-a-part yard was closed. I asked what they needed. "A brake rotor for a 96 Grand Cherokee." I reached into the passenger floorboard and picked up a brake rotor for a 96 Grand Cherokee, handed it out the window, smiled and drove away.
we call my dad papa doolittle because he has this way with animals. it's not just domestic ones like cats and dogs but wildlife. it is perfectly normal to look out the window and see deer in the yard while he is gardening. several times pregnant deer hung out there until they left to give birth and then returned with their babies. the best sight was seeing him in the garden or on the porch chair with hummingbirds around or sitting on him. and the squirrels adore him. the only trait of this that i got is that if an animal is hurt or in need it usually shows up at my door & sometimes literally in my house. am currently rehabing a bird for release that was hurt in a recent wind storm.
My birth was a pretty unlikely event given that I was born with ambiguous genitals (around 1 in 4500). The fact that I still have them 42 years later is more unlikely still since the policy then and now was "make it look normal at any cost".
At my job, I spotted an old book that was going to a used book sale. It had the old WW2 army air corps symbol. It was a 1942 yearbook from a cadet school in Deming New Mexico and my father's class picture was in it.
Two customers. One at my counter and one on the phone. Both looking for the same obscure part for the exact same year, make and model vehicle.
i bought 3 lottery scratch cards won £2 on one bought another won £6 on that one bought one more then won £100 lucky me
In Hungary, there is a unique bank deposit, on which you do not earn interest, but you can win cars with your account number. My FIL won 3 (very cheap) cars and his father also won one. The chances are just slightly better than in a lottery game.
I can do you one better. The baby girl I gave up for adoption has the same birthmark as her adoptive mom. I got to meet my birth daughter because of her mom.
Load More Replies...I once caught a fish with an auger. When you cut the holes for ice fishing you bob the auger up and down a few times to get the slush out of the hole. I was 5 or 6 at the time so naturally I was a bit over enthusiastic about this. The suction pulled a perch out of the hole.
I've gotten 3 different eye infections in my life, all rare. One was so rare the optometrist (who worked 20+ years) called the hospital because they'd never seen it, and they called someone because they didn't get it. I think I was the first case to happen in Britain, my twin was the second when she got the same condition 1.5 years later. My mum has been stopped 3 times while on holiday by border control because they thought she was a terrorist. i.e. she was in the same city and street at the same time as the attack and happens to have the same vehicle that they use. Doesn't make it better than 2/3 times she was seen carrying a large ham over her shoulder that looked like a machine gun on camera because of bad lighting. She later sold the vehicle. My brother was once carsick in the motorhome, and the second he put his head back in after being sick the wing mirror was smashed off and came flying into the window after a van crashed into it. A second later, he'd been badly hurt.
