Thread: Brush with death

Been using a straight for 2 years now.

Hope the OP makes as full a recovery as is possible.

Suprising how many of the members have been shot at. I wonder how many of those were during times of military or police action. Equally surprising is how many people I know personally who have been shot or shot at (including myself) and none of us are cops or had it happen during a war action.

I do not count any of them as near death, but for the one who ended up in ICU for 3 weeks. His best friend pointed an “UNLOADED” .357 mag at him point blank.

I wonder how many people lived through these things because of "divine intervention".

Jeff

I clicked on this link thinking "Hm, what kind of brush are they talking about?"

Originally Posted by TURNMASTER

Hope the OP makes as full a recovery as is possible.

Suprising how many of the members have been shot at. I wonder how many of those were during times of military or police action. Equally surprising is how many people I know personally who have been shot or shot at (including myself) and none of us are cops or had it happen during a war action.

I do not count any of them as near death, but for the one who ended up in ICU for 3 weeks. His best friend pointed an “UNLOADED” .357 mag at him point blank.

I wonder how many people lived through these things because of "divine intervention".

Jeff

Well I have never had the honor of downing a military uniform and serving my country - so that wasn't my case.

I was shot at once on a golf course in Kingston, Jamaica (if I recall, it was the 8th hole). Another time running through a coffee plantation... Well, whatever lol. Either way, I don't know if "divine intervention" was the reason, or the fact that it's hard as sin to hit a moving target when you are moving yourself... all with a handgun no less. Or for that matter, sighting a moving target on a hill.

Dang those were crazy years now that I think on it lol.

David, David, David...persona non grata in two countries.

Awe heck MLA - if someone doesn't hate you - you ain't living!

Being shot at in Kingston JA - is a sport dude! Unfortunately - allot of people get hit!

Originally Posted by mapleleafalumnus

David, David, David...persona non grata in two countries.

This is one of those YMMV im afraid. Regardless of how many "brushes" I have had, you won't ever hear me say "I bare knuckle boxed the reaper". There is no such thing as cheating death, you will die when you die.

I remember in elementary school a friend of mine was driving up north with his mother when he got a "horrible feeling", so much so that they pulled over and his mother let him sit in the back seat for the rest of the drive to shut him up.
They hit a moose, it ended up crushing the front seat where he was sitting and injuring his mother. Let me ask you....
Would they have hit the moose if they hadn't have pulled over?

I'm not lucky to be alive, I'm happy to be alive.

Respectfully,
Eric.

Well, I would call 'em close calls that could have gone the other way and been goodnight irene...Or Mick in this case...

My short list:

Lost control of a work vehicle (Ute. Easy to lose one of them in the right situation. or at least that's what I tell myself ) on a bush track in the midlle of nowhere with two directions to go. Down the side of a mountain, or up. Both were bad choices and I remember seeing a big granite boulder, backed by a huge eucalyptus tree in front of me one moment on my way up the side of the mountain, but I don't remember how I avoided it, got back on the road and regained control. There is just a whole blank, black section of memory bank at that point.

Had a suicidal work mate decide he didn't want to die alone, so he poisened me and another bloke at the same time as he poisened himself. He ended up with serious brain damage.The other bloke made a full recovery detecting a bad taste in the drink he was given, and apparently I drank enough to kill a horse in the half litre that I downed. I have limited memory of any events for some months after the event. My short term memory is still not 100%. That was some years back now.

I was shot at by one of my boss' sons. I heard the bullet buzz past my ear before hearing the report. I turned just as he fired again and I hit the dirt (military training kicked in). I shot right back. My rifle was bigger and I was a better shot, but I didn't want to kill him (I was angry, but not past the point of reasoning), so I put one in the dirt between his feet. He turned and ran. I still have no idea what he was thinking, but I told him when I got back to the homestead, that the next time he laid a hand on a firearm in my vicinity would be his last breathing moment. He left the next morning for the city. I never saw him again.


Mick

A couple of times actually. The first resulted in no injury, save for rattled nerves.
I was on my way to work, driving my pickup and had the tunes cranked. I decided to take a little traveled lane.i don't recall how fast I was driving, but it was too fast for that road. The road had no houses, and had trees and brush growing along the fence rows. I came around a curve and there was a railroad crossing, no lights, no barricade, something told me to hit the brakes. Seconds after hitting the brakes, I saw a train appear from behind the trees. After sliding to a stop, my trucks bumper was inches from the train, that was the last time I drove that route!

The second was the bicycle accident that broke my right femur, and eventually gave me nerve damage in both legs. It was New Year's Eve 2004, not being able to drive after dark, I thought I'd ride my Kawasaki mountain bike to a Church up the road from my apartment. They were having a chili supper. I started home around 8-ish, not realizing there were no street lights, and I had no head light. In between my apartment and Church there was a very steep hill. I coasted down and decided to ride the coast as far as I could. Not long after that decision I was blinded by car lights.

I eased to the right, maintaining speed, which was a bad move. The next thing I knew I felt grass hitting my shins, then a very hard jolt, akin to being hit across the leg with a ball bat. I flew and rolled to a stop. As I lay there I thought that I'd best call for help, not being in pain...yet, I somehow knew my leg was broken. I later found out that i had hit the t post of a road construction sign.

It was the first time in awhile that I'd carried a cell phone. I called an ambulance and friends at church. The next day, Sunday, I went in for surgery, having a rod implanted in my right femur. Sometime after the surgery I developed breathing problems and was placed on a ventilator. A week or so later, as I was being released from ICU, I told the nurse that I felt like death warmed over. Her reply was, "that's natural, we nearly lost you a couple of times". I was admitted on 12/31/04 and released 01/25/05.

Can't say how close to death i've been but there has been few times when it would have been possible.
Been shot once during my deployment but those dudes poorly missed, didn't get even close. Hope i missed too.
Once in a local pub a wino tried to stab me with a knife but he was so drunk that it was easy to take the knife away and give him a little hug.
Been several times on a motorcycle accident, surprisingly nothing serious but with poor luck they might have been serious.

Back then, in the army exercises i once got influenced on a battle gas. Long story not to be told here. Guess it was not lethal but strong enough for me to knock off and wake up in the army hospital.
Maybe the scariest thing was on deployment when a dude from an allied country was playing with his Beretta, pointing at us. Upon checking we realized that the weapon was loaded and the safety was off. Damn i got scared.