Anonymous wrote:Too many to cite ranging from driving drunk to doing drugs to working with one of the Kray twins (google em) in London who owned a business in partnership with a client and almost getting shot in the process. I was then a student.

It is a miracle that I am still alive and today I am a pretty staid person!

Anonymous wrote:My parents used to drive drunk with us. One time, I remember my father was so drunk, swerving all over a dark and winding road that my mother made him stop and switch with her. She was so drunk that she turned on, and then couldn't figure out how to turn off, the windshield wipers, so she just drove with them on, even though it wasn't raining. My little sister and I were clinging to each other in the back seat. That was the worst, but no means only, time.

Almost drowned in a pool when I was four. My mostly deaf great uncle didn't hear me screaming, but my older sister did and pulled me out.

Attacked by a dog when I was eight. Ended up with nothing more than a whole bunch of stitches, but the dog certainly could have killed me.

Anonymous wrote:At 4 years of age at a public pool I decided to cross under the line separating the deep end from the shallow end to see what the deep end was like.

I was not aware that under the line was not an incline to the deeper end but an immediate drop from 3 ft to 6 ft. I sank way over my head and bobbed up. People were around me but did not hear my weak, half-choked cries for help. Everyone was busy doing their own thing.

I saw the life guard far away sitting in a chair on a tall white wooden platform. He was not looking my way. I tried to wave to get his attention but I was just one of many people in a pool. He did not look my way. He was looking down at his feet at the people under him.

After several times going under and coming back up I could not stay afloat anymore. As I drifted under the surface I opened my eyes and saw the sun shining above me as I sank lower.

As I was drowning I thought to myself, "I guess this is what it is like to die. Mom will be really sad." I was sad not because I was drowning but because my mom would be heartbroken to find my lifeless body in the pool. I always tried to spare her feelings. Once, when hit in the head by a rock by a mean neighbor kid, instead of going home I went up the road to a neighbor and washed the blood off so mom would not freak out.

I was now beginning to run out of air. I could hold my breath no more. As I resigned myself to die, I saw two arms come at me and a pair of hands grabbed me and lifted me out of the water. It was a girl of about 14 years.

I was so happy I wasn't going to die. I said aloud "You saved me!"

The girl laughed and walked me under the depth divider and put me back in the shallow part of the pool. I thanked her and told her again she saved me but she just laughed and walked away. I was a little angry she did not seem to believe me, that she thought I was playing a game.

As fast as I could I made my way to my mom. She was sitting with my dad and my uncle, aunt, and cousins. Mom offered me something to eat.

She had no idea what had just happened to me, and at 4 years of age I could not put into words how to tell her that I had been one breath away from death.

Anonymous wrote:These making anyone else crazy anxious? Yet like I'm compulsively reading them.... Shit, my hypochondriasis just jettisoned.

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Anonymous wrote:Someone tried to kill me.

Close calls with driving.

Kill you? Why?

Anonymous wrote:I know this sounds crazy but the second my son passed I died with him for at least 2 min. As I watched him take his last breath I felt my stomach rise up, kind of like when your going downhill on a roller coaster. Then I saw my DH in the corner of the room from an above view (like I was walking on the ceiling) and I could also see my MIL pacing back and forth in the hospital hallway, also from above. Then I felt a huge drop and felt like the wind was knocked out of me and realized I was sitting again next to his bed. Very hard to explain, but I KNOW I left with him for a split second and God or whoever plotted me right back down. It would of been too easy to have left with him, I had to stay and raise my other kids.

Anonymous wrote:Someone tried to kill me.

Close calls with driving.

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Anonymous wrote:Liar. A 4yo doesn't have such thought process.

Anonymous wrote:At 4 years of age at a public pool I decided to cross under the line separating the deep end from the shallow end to see what the deep end was like.

I was not aware that under the line was not an incline to the deeper end but an immediate drop from 3 ft to 6 ft. I sank way over my head and bobbed up. People were around me but did not hear my weak, half-choked cries for help. Everyone was busy doing their own thing.

I saw the life guard far away sitting in a chair on a tall white wooden platform. He was not looking my way. I tried to wave to get his attention but I was just one of many people in a pool. He did not look my way. He was looking down at his feet at the people under him.

After several times going under and coming back up I could not stay afloat anymore. As I drifted under the surface I opened my eyes and saw the sun shining above me as I sank lower.

As I was drowning I thought to myself, "I guess this is what it is like to die. Mom will be really sad." I was sad not because I was drowning but because my mom would be heartbroken to find my lifeless body in the pool. I always tried to spare her feelings. Once, when hit in the head by a rock by a mean neighbor kid, instead of going home I went up the road to a neighbor and washed the blood off so mom would not freak out.

I was now beginning to run out of air. I could hold my breath no more. As I resigned myself to die, I saw two arms come at me and a pair of hands grabbed me and lifted me out of the water. It was a girl of about 14 years.

I was so happy I wasn't going to die. I said aloud "You saved me!"

The girl laughed and walked me under the depth divider and put me back in the shallow part of the pool. I thanked her and told her again she saved me but she just laughed and walked away. I was a little angry she did not seem to believe me, that she thought I was playing a game.

As fast as I could I made my way to my mom. She was sitting with my dad and my uncle, aunt, and cousins. Mom offered me something to eat.

She had no idea what had just happened to me, and at 4 years of age I could not put into words how to tell her that I had been one breath away from death.

Of course they do. Well, normally developing kids do.

Well, someone tried drowning me when I was 21 and the last thought in my head while trying to get out was "my moms reaction to my lifeless body"

Nicely written but I'm not buying it.

And your brain was deprived of oxygen for a while, I'm guessing..

I don't know why everyone is giving this PP such a hard time about this. I remember being 3 and diving off a diving board with one of those "bubbles" of the 1970s on, being face down in the water, someone grabbing me and pulling me out. It was really, really scary, so the details- the bubble, the pool, the bathing suit I was wearing at the time - are etched in my mind. It is a personal flashbulb memory.

Anonymous wrote:Couple weeks ago we went to the movies and saw brad Pitt in World War Z. I thought I was going to die of boredom.

Anonymous wrote:I know this sounds crazy but the second my son passed I died with him for at least 2 min. As I watched him take his last breath I felt my stomach rise up, kind of like when your going downhill on a roller coaster. Then I saw my DH in the corner of the room from an above view (like I was walking on the ceiling) and I could also see my MIL pacing back and forth in the hospital hallway, also from above. Then I felt a huge drop and felt like the wind was knocked out of me and realized I was sitting again next to his bed. Very hard to explain, but I KNOW I left with him for a split second and God or whoever plotted me right back down. It would of been too easy to have left with him, I had to stay and raise my other kids.

Anonymous wrote:Couple weeks ago we went to the movies and saw brad Pitt in World War Z. I thought I was going to die of boredom.