mine when i was 10 and climbing a tree and nearly falling out of , scared i was going to die.
Being a passenger in any military (Marines++) helicopter. I hated them all and feared for my life every second. I watched a USMC CH-46 crash and kill two people from 20 feet away and then had to fly on one to the next job to a carrier a 100 miles away. The fear of horrible death during that flight still makes me sweat.
Mine is also an aircraft incident.
Landed in snow, aircraft skidded, wing briefly touched the ground, a few sparks.
Geneva, several years ago, no casualties, but seriously scary.
Too many to count.
Being several feet across from a called in bomb by the Ku Klux Klan after they had bombed our radio tower. That was one. So many, plane near misses where our plane was ordered into the path of another plane and narrowly avoided, the plane surged up, all of the overhead compartments flew opened, luggage raining down on us, people screaming and praying. A flight over water where we were in a WWII bomber with ropes as safety belts, barely skimming the water, sparks flying out of the propellers.
Car accidents where it was a miracle I wasn't killed. Attempted kidnapping in a bad part of town. Murders where I was with the murdered just hours before. Near drowning. Too many too go into.
Big spider in my room I don't even want to speak about it
Had you been eating travel sickness pills?
Although they do what they are supposed to do for me, they seem to have a side effect of making me see insects or spiders whatever.
This is actually true, though a sample of one is meaningless
Was mugged in Chicago when I was 16, guy took about twenty dollars off of me and knocked me over.
Accidentally elbowed a scorpion.
I walked by a building that exploded at my university and watched the mushroom cloud of fire come from the top. That was pretty bad and the subsequent pandamonium.
One time when I was at my friend's apartment late at night, me and two other friends were leaving and some old guy was shouting at us from across the street. We assumed he wanted money or something, so we ignored him. Then as we were backing out of the driveway in his truck, a younger fellow came up to the door of my friend's girlfriend and tried to open it, and I saw something red that he was holding in his other hand, and noticed it was the laser on the gun he was holding. I slid down to the floor and told my friend he had a gun and my friend sped off as the guy hit the window with his gun, but the window didn't break.
Who are you, Liam Neeson?
Once got caught in a rip tide when I was in a sea in Australia, kept dragging me further and further out! Somehow managed to swim to the side and back to shore :/
I've been in situations that are supposed to be scary, but I guess I was too young/slow to understand,
When I was a toddler, I fell off the high chair(i think that's what you call it). A strap tangle around my leg and prevented me from hitting the ground head first.
When I was about 6 or 7, my mom and I were in a swimming pool in China, she was holding me up because I wasn't tall enough to touch the floor. She slipped and pushed and kept my head underwater. There was no life guard. I don't remember being scared, at all and to this day, I still love to swim.
Aircraft turbulence scares the **** out of me. On the India-Dubai leg of the Emirates flight to the USA, there are several periods of severe turbulence and I hate it !
I used to travel every January for our annual leadership conference, and I dreaded that leg of the journey .... thats one part of quitting that I will love !
The recent air crashes are certainly not going to help the next time I fly for a vacation
I remember when I was fourteen, some of us kids in the neighborhood were launching model rockets. The engines fired with a car battery burning a Nichrome wire. Being one of the older kids, I was the one to carry the car battery to the sand pit about a half mile away. It was a hot day, and I felt the easiest way to carry the car battery was on top of my head. After a while, I felt a drip, (I thought it was sweat), trickle down my forehead. I wiped it off, in the middle of carrying the battery. to the lot. I returned from the lot. A day or two later, I looked in the mirror and I saw a little first degree burn down, my forehead just around my eye, and down my nose, where I remembered the "sweat" I wiped off. To this day, I am frightened when I think of how close I was to getting the Sulfuric acid from the battery in my eye.
Geez, Evo. What dreadful sins did you commit in a previous life??
A few of my friends and I were launching fireworks in an orchard near my house. One of the fireworks "fell over", shot into a tree, and exploded. We all froze for a second praying to god we weren't going to burn down this guys orchard. Thank god it only nuked the leaves.
A family friend has a number of driving stories. The best one is the time she drove across a railway level crossing and a train took the door handle off her car. Hard to picture exactly how that could be the only damage, but that's what she says!
Mine would have to be tracking down my violent and mentally unhinged brother in the dark without a flashlight (he was seen wielding a sledge hammer). Nothing like wondering if you are going to get a sledge hammer in the face the next time you turn a corner.
What's that? I should have called the police? Well, he had threatened to commit suicide, so I had to find him as quickly as possible.
Disclaimer: The overwhelming majority of mentally ill people are nonviolent. If anyone thinks this post is stigmatizing mentally ill people, I will delete it.
While I had been afraid in my life, including getting scared out of my mind when I had the bright idea to spend a night in the only woods in the country known for having bear and wolf populations (and when it's so dark you can't even see your arms, every squirrel you hear is a direwolf) or dragging myself through the constant low-level dread of a depression, I don't have any riveting stories of hair-splitting frights and life-threatening situations. I was lucky there. Mine are rather silly and whimsical, since that's how most of my life was.
For example, I was once walking my dog in the woods, when all of a sudden I found myself face to face with a wild boar sow with squeakers. I don't know, maybe a dozen metres ahead. A precarious encounter, I realised, as even a sheltered kid such as myself would know sows with young are at their most dangerous.
But I had with me my dog, Bari, whose breed (a Karelian Bear Dog) inspired confidence and maybe even a bit of an expectation of witnessing a heroic spectacle of ferocious beasts battling it out.
Bari was never the brightest pup in the litter, but this time he showed himself to be smarter than I would usually give him credit for. He took notice of the sow a moment after myself, freezing in place, all tense and alert. Then, with a high-pitched yelp defying his proud pedigree, he turned on a dime and vamoosed towards pastures greener and more pig-less, leaving me dumbfounded at such a blatant betrayal from the man's best friend.
I did have my heart on my sleeve as I hurriedly made to follow my brave companion (I should have named him Sir Robin, in hindsight), but the sow must have been too stunned by such a masterful re-enactment of the Shaggy and Scooby routine to follow.
I've encountered both wild pigs and black bears while hiking. Pigs are, by far, more terrifying.
Most of the bears sort of remind me of big, scruffy, skittish Labrador Retrievers. I still give them a wide berth, though!
I was in a train wreck. Myself my grandmother and grandfather coming home from church, way out in the country, at a crossing I'd been over hundreds of times just a few miles from home. It was late summer so the corn was high. You couldn't see down the tracks without driving up onto to the berm. My grandfather was already 90 by then. Grandma is in the back. I'm riding shotgun. Grandpa eases up the berm and stops right on the tracks, then looks to see if there is a train. There is. Right there. Enough time for me to say, "go grandpa! Go grandpa! And for him to shift the car into reverse, then back down hard into first, and hit the gas. We pull forward and I can see just the face of the train and the light, lined up right on the door. Horn blasts, boom, it launches the car into the air rotating (it really did feel like slow motion). I remember being quite calm, thinking, "oh, okay, maybe we'll be fine." Right before we hit a big signal post and land with the front of the car possibly back on the tracks -I couldn't tell, and I think I clenched my teeth, then the train nicked the bumper, knocking us backward into a field.
Silence, hissing, train brakes screeching. Then Grandma's moaning and calling the lord. I get out, Grandpa gets out. I look over the hood and mouth, "that was a close one" (cause he was pretty deaf) He looks at me. He's an old farmer; he's had more than a few close ones. He reaches into the car and pulls out his Kleenex box holder. Sets it on the roof.
It only took five minutes or so for the vol fire department to get there from town, which is pretty amazing. Great guys. My brother in law is one now. Grandma had a small cut on her nose. A few days later grandpa's got a new car (delivered). My oldest sister suggested later it was a plot to kill me... which is actually the scary part.
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