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Several years ago, I was almost washed out to sea after going too far out on the beach.

About 4 years ago, I was walking across a strong river in Moree, NSW, when something in the water hit my leg. If i hadn't wedged my foot in the riverbed, Id've fallen over and been washed downriver.

1 - Nearly drowned in deep end of pool, lifeguard did not see me so somebody else swimming had to pull me from under the water.
2 - Took very large dose of penicillin after a minor operation not knowing I was allergic, I wasn't able to breath very well so I went outside and then I fell into anaphylactic shock.

I went to a British soccer match once.

when i was 6 i fell down on the ground and where i fell were pieces of glass and one piece went 2inch deep just below my left eye, and i wasnt blinded, but i have a scar under there

Almost got taken out to sea >.<

not yet suprised though cause im a jr firefighter

twice. I was born with a disease that should have pwned me, and had a surgery that was near fatal, which i posted about in the "show us your battle wounds" thread.

So, twice I have come to near death, and the reaper seems to be on break during them times. The reaper must be union. what an asshole.

When I was two or three I was at a park in Idaho.  The park had a baseball diamond.  My uncle was teaching my mom how to bat, but neither of them knew I was standing just behind them.  I was out of view of my dad who was pitching as well.  My dad thew a fast ball, and of course my uncle missed.  The ball clocked me in the head at something like 70mph (I'm guessing).  That wasn't so bad compared to the bat.  The ball and bat pretty much hit me at the same time and I went flying backward a few feet.  I was knocked unconscious and remember waking up momentarily in the back seat of a van.  There was blood in my eyes (at least the one that hadn't swollen shut), so everything had a rosy tint to it.  I blacked out again and woke up in a hospital bed.  The baseball made a huge lump and later a bruise.  It gave me a black eye in my right eye.  The bat gave my a black eye in the left eye and gave me quite a few lacerations too.  It left me with two scars, one above and below my left eye.  It's gives me a great story to pick up chicks though!

Now that I think about it, Idaho is a real death trap for me.  When I was six, I was at my grandmothers house and I had just woken up.  I had been sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor.  Just to goof around, I crawled into my sleeping bag upside down, got up and started hopping around with my brother (I have ADHD just in case you think that sounds incredibly stupid).  I started hopping toward the bed in the room (my bother was sleeping on it) planning on just falling softly onto the bed.  Unfortunately I came up way short and cracked my head on the frame.  It was a metal bed frame so, it was pretty damned hard.  Actually, I was very lucky I missed.  If I had  hopped one more time before falling, I would have broken my neck and crushed my trachea.  Earlier that morning my brother wet the bed (he was four at the time), so the mattress had been removed to be cleaned and dried.  The frame kind of sticks up to hold the mattress in place, so instead of hitting my head on the frame, I would have landed on my neck.

When I was 13, I was towing my brother around on my bike, and he was wearing skates.  My mom came and found us because we hadn't told her we were leaving.  Since we had rope, I thought it would be fun to tie the bike up to the back of the car and have my mom tow us around on it.  It took some coaxing, but I convinced her it would be safe.  My brother got to go first, and then me.  During a strait area she sped up, though better of it, and slowed down.  Unfortunately I was not riding the brake, so I continued to travel faster than her.  Now hitting the back of the car on a bike, not so bad right?  I would have proffered that. I drove over the rope while getting closer to the car.  My mom saw I was getting too close so she sped up to keep me from hitting the car.  The rope snapped up and popped me into a HIGH wheelie.  Nearly vertical.  Then when the rope went taught, I was flung into the air.  I landed right on my chin and broke my jaw.  I was lucky however because I landed right next to my handle bars.  One of them was sticking strait up when I landed and could have, again, broke my next if I was half a foot to the right.

Just last month I was riding my dual-sport with my dad over in East Washington at the sand dunes.  We were riding to the top of a hill (not on sand, this was a rocky area in a tight ravine.  I came to and near that looked like it would just barely let me and my bike through.  It was a very steep little hill and the ravine came into a V at the bottom.  I slowed down to take it, and climbed through the V a little too fast.  When I reached the top, I was still pointing my bike toward the sky, which I thought odd.  I noticed I was falling backward and I thought to myself:  "Okay, your in a bit of a mess here buddy.  You should probably smash the rear brake and let of the throttle."  That seems like a good idea, but I was a little too panicked to follow such slow instructions.  So instead I thought this:  JESUS CHRIST HOLD THE FUCK ON!!!!  I tightened my grip on the handlebars which in turn opened up the throttle completely.  The rear tire flew out from under me and I was tossed five feet down the hill onto some very sharp rocks.  One of the sharper ones (more than a 90 degree corner) nailed me right in the middle of my back.  It didn't hurt.  "That wasn't so bad," I thought.  Then I looked up and saw 350lbs of motorcycle falling down on me.  If a sharp rock pegging my spine didn't hurt, this will.  The bike almost landed on when, but it got stuck at the bottom of the V.  I was stuck under it though, with my thigh up against the exhaust.  I started yelling like a mofo and saw my dad vault over me and my bike.  He attempted to pick the bike off of me, but it started breaking loose from the V and getting tighter.  I told him to stop, and I eventually crawled out with some sever burns and banged up legs.

Now about my near paralization.  The day was REALLY hot.  Something like 92 degrees.  But I had my rain gear with me just in case.  Luckily I stuffed them in my backpack and took em with me.  They probably saved my ass from sitting in a wheelchair the rest of my life.

I think that's all I got.

BigmacK wrote:

When I was 2, jumping up and down on a rocking chair. I flew across the room, and nailed my head on the corner of our brick fire place.

Took off about 2 inches of brick, 1 1/2 inches ended up inside my head.

Plastic Surgery FTW!

is that why you wear the yellow helmet??

I nearly burst my appendix - the doctor, surgeon, consultant and just about everybody pretty much said they were surprised I wasn't dead already.

I learnt one thing from that - you go see the doctor when it feels like someone's slicing your belly open with a rusty hacksaw...

I got shot up in Karkand by some enemy support troops, luckily... my squad leader called in an artillery strike to clear our path...

My bro once strangled me until I passed out, when I woke up i didn't know where I was, it was like a brain re-boot!
"Where am I? What year is this? Who's the president!"

I also got run over once for running out behind a bus. No damage done, except to the psyche of the woman driver, she had to be committed from the trauma of almost killing the world's sexiest guy!