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Posted on 5/6/13 at 3:08 am to TupeloReb
Posted on 5/6/13 at 3:08 am to TupeloReb
I've had a few that scared others more than it did me, especially my mother.
When I was 6-7 years old I was climbing a tree with my cousin and fell out of it landing on a metal spike that went deep into my thigh. I had muscle tissue coming out of the gash. Didn't scare me but it did scare just about everyone who saw it. Honestly don't even remember it hurting.
Couple of really bad broken bones where it stretched my skin. Those were creepy.
I think the only time I've really been scared was when I woke up in a hospital not knowing who, what or where I was. Was rear ended by an 18 wheeler coming home from work and hit my head on the steering wheel.
When I was 6-7 years old I was climbing a tree with my cousin and fell out of it landing on a metal spike that went deep into my thigh. I had muscle tissue coming out of the gash. Didn't scare me but it did scare just about everyone who saw it. Honestly don't even remember it hurting.
Couple of really bad broken bones where it stretched my skin. Those were creepy.
I think the only time I've really been scared was when I woke up in a hospital not knowing who, what or where I was. Was rear ended by an 18 wheeler coming home from work and hit my head on the steering wheel.
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Posted on 5/6/13 at 6:49 am to Freedom77
Great story man 
Posted on 5/6/13 at 7:21 am to TupeloReb
Was robbed at gunpoint at Bon Marche mall after going to see Jurassic Park...1994ish.
This post was edited on 5/6/13 at 7:21 am
Posted on 5/6/13 at 7:47 am to HoustonGumbeauxGuy
Breaking down on the Cross Bronx Expressway
Posted on 5/6/13 at 8:32 am to TupeloReb
the day my 10 year old son had a brain tumor removed
Posted on 5/6/13 at 12:02 pm to beulahland
I haven't had anything really crazy like some people here, definitely no near death experiences or ghosts or anything. There are a few things that stick in my mind as being "scary" though.
-When I was in college, I left the bars pretty late one night and walked by myself to the shadiest projects in Athens. It is documented that multiple police offers have been shot/killed there. I walked right in and played 'Hey Mister', but was looking for coke instead of alcohol. I ended up finding a group of people and when I got my wallet out to pay up one of them jacked me in the face and took my wallet and started running. I was stunned and just kinda stood there for a minute trying to collect my thoughts, when I guess the nicest of the bunch brought me my wallet back (no money in it, obviously). Safe to say I never went back there again.
-I'll preface by saying I don't condone drinking and driving, and I'm not trying to rationalize or justify my behavior, because it was stupid. But the first time I ever drank and drove was my first semester of college. I went to a party at a fraternity and got pretty liquor drunk, then walked back to my dorm. Some friends were at a party a few miles away so I drove over there and drank some more. On the way back to the dorm I got pulled over by a cop for going a few miles over the limit. I guess they didn't notice anything because they let me go, but that few minutes when I was pulled over was probably the most scared I'd been in my life up to that point.
-In high school me and 3 friends were driving around just looking for some mischief on a Saturday night. There was a Wal Mart in the neighborhood that was abandoned and hadn't been used in a while. We drove around to the back and were going to try to get inside and just see what was inside. I was the smallest of the group, so one guy pulled back this metal sliding garage door thing and I slipped inside. I walked around to open the door to let them in and when I pushed it open a ridiculously loud siren started going off. It was just me in the building and I got through a tiny little opening, so at that moment I was terrified. Luckily my friends aren't shitheads, and they pulled the shite out of the garage door thing and I slipped back out and we left.
-When I was in college, I left the bars pretty late one night and walked by myself to the shadiest projects in Athens. It is documented that multiple police offers have been shot/killed there. I walked right in and played 'Hey Mister', but was looking for coke instead of alcohol. I ended up finding a group of people and when I got my wallet out to pay up one of them jacked me in the face and took my wallet and started running. I was stunned and just kinda stood there for a minute trying to collect my thoughts, when I guess the nicest of the bunch brought me my wallet back (no money in it, obviously). Safe to say I never went back there again.
-I'll preface by saying I don't condone drinking and driving, and I'm not trying to rationalize or justify my behavior, because it was stupid. But the first time I ever drank and drove was my first semester of college. I went to a party at a fraternity and got pretty liquor drunk, then walked back to my dorm. Some friends were at a party a few miles away so I drove over there and drank some more. On the way back to the dorm I got pulled over by a cop for going a few miles over the limit. I guess they didn't notice anything because they let me go, but that few minutes when I was pulled over was probably the most scared I'd been in my life up to that point.
-In high school me and 3 friends were driving around just looking for some mischief on a Saturday night. There was a Wal Mart in the neighborhood that was abandoned and hadn't been used in a while. We drove around to the back and were going to try to get inside and just see what was inside. I was the smallest of the group, so one guy pulled back this metal sliding garage door thing and I slipped inside. I walked around to open the door to let them in and when I pushed it open a ridiculously loud siren started going off. It was just me in the building and I got through a tiny little opening, so at that moment I was terrified. Luckily my friends aren't shitheads, and they pulled the shite out of the garage door thing and I slipped back out and we left.
Posted on 5/6/13 at 12:10 pm to WestCoastAg
The summer before my Senior year in High School, I decided to be Billy Badass and travel the world because frick PC with everyone else my age. So I joined up with a medical mission team from a local church and flew down to Lima, whereupon we drove 6 hours out of town and up into the foothills of the Andes. Stayed there for a month or so, pulling teeth, dolling out meds. It was seriously one of the cooler experiences I have ever had.
The night before we got the frick out of dodge, though, some villagers who didn't take too kindly to our Jesus work (this part of Peru was heavily pagan Catholic) sabotage the power lines running up the mountain. That entire night we were without power in a very poor village in the middle of winter and everybody in that village knew that we were the reason. Didn't sleep a wink that night and watched the hostel door for hours, expecting someone to come in and end it all.
The next morning, a couple of rickety vans arrive from the bottom of the mountain to transport us back to Lima. We load up and speed out of town.
But, on the way down the mountain (which, by the way, consists of a dirt road the width of one car; on one side is the mountain wall, on the other is a thousand foot drop with no railing) we had to squeeze by a truck full of poeple heading up the mountain. I shite you not, had someone in that van shift their weight even slightly to the left, our van was going over the cliff. The squeeze was so tight we took off the truck's side mirror and after we passed, we all had to pay the truck driver $50 American apiece so he wouldn't shoot us for damages to his truck.
From then on it was bizarre as shite (walking around Lima for half a month and being pretty much offered the world because I was a white American) but holy hell I thought I was going to die on a Mountain a few thousand miles from home and my parents would never have known how or why.
The night before we got the frick out of dodge, though, some villagers who didn't take too kindly to our Jesus work (this part of Peru was heavily pagan Catholic) sabotage the power lines running up the mountain. That entire night we were without power in a very poor village in the middle of winter and everybody in that village knew that we were the reason. Didn't sleep a wink that night and watched the hostel door for hours, expecting someone to come in and end it all.
The next morning, a couple of rickety vans arrive from the bottom of the mountain to transport us back to Lima. We load up and speed out of town.
But, on the way down the mountain (which, by the way, consists of a dirt road the width of one car; on one side is the mountain wall, on the other is a thousand foot drop with no railing) we had to squeeze by a truck full of poeple heading up the mountain. I shite you not, had someone in that van shift their weight even slightly to the left, our van was going over the cliff. The squeeze was so tight we took off the truck's side mirror and after we passed, we all had to pay the truck driver $50 American apiece so he wouldn't shoot us for damages to his truck.
From then on it was bizarre as shite (walking around Lima for half a month and being pretty much offered the world because I was a white American) but holy hell I thought I was going to die on a Mountain a few thousand miles from home and my parents would never have known how or why.
Posted on 5/6/13 at 12:35 pm to TupeloReb
Last summer me and my friend were driving back to the apartment he was staying in for the summer. The apartment was in a fine neighborhood but was fairly close to a really sketchy part of Richmond. I parked the car in the parking lot behind the apartment complex. Unfortunately the lot wasn't well lit.
As I'm opening up the car door, I feel a poke in the left side of my ribcage. I look to my left and see a skinny white male with a hoodie on holding a switchblade to my ribcage. All he would have had to do was press in, and he would have run the knife through my heart.
He demanded that me and my friend get out of the car and give him the keys and our wallets. When we gave him our wallets (I was doing my best to stay in the car and hold onto the keys), the guy got pissed because there was no cash in them. Looking back on it, he was definitely just a drug addict looking for cash, not exactly a hardened criminal who would have just stabbed me and taken the car.
He got us to walk to an ATM, knife now pressed against my back. While I was about to withdraw cash, my friend punched him in the face as hard as he could, and we made a break for his apartment. Once inside, we called the cops, but they weren't able to id the guy. My friend moved the next day.
Looking back on it, I was really lucky for 2 reasons:
1) The guy wasn't a very good armed robber.
2) My friend was there and was patient enough to wait for a good opportunity to get away.
As I'm opening up the car door, I feel a poke in the left side of my ribcage. I look to my left and see a skinny white male with a hoodie on holding a switchblade to my ribcage. All he would have had to do was press in, and he would have run the knife through my heart.
He demanded that me and my friend get out of the car and give him the keys and our wallets. When we gave him our wallets (I was doing my best to stay in the car and hold onto the keys), the guy got pissed because there was no cash in them. Looking back on it, he was definitely just a drug addict looking for cash, not exactly a hardened criminal who would have just stabbed me and taken the car.
He got us to walk to an ATM, knife now pressed against my back. While I was about to withdraw cash, my friend punched him in the face as hard as he could, and we made a break for his apartment. Once inside, we called the cops, but they weren't able to id the guy. My friend moved the next day.
Looking back on it, I was really lucky for 2 reasons:
1) The guy wasn't a very good armed robber.
2) My friend was there and was patient enough to wait for a good opportunity to get away.
This post was edited on 5/6/13 at 12:37 pm
Posted on 5/6/13 at 12:38 pm to Crowknowsbest
Y'all should have double teamed him after you got him on the ground
Posted on 5/6/13 at 12:39 pm to TupeloReb
Posted on 5/6/13 at 12:48 pm to Crowknowsbest
Not in that way purv
Posted on 5/6/13 at 12:52 pm to TupeloReb
I was fricking with you. Anyway, we really didn't want to mess with the dude with the knife anymore.
Posted on 5/6/13 at 12:54 pm to Crowknowsbest
I know. Did he chase y'all after?
Posted on 5/6/13 at 1:00 pm to TupeloReb
i've flipped 2 trucks.
one was a meh. i was going about 40 and flipped through plowed dirt. was not a biggie.
2nd one i fell asleep at the wheel going about 60 and woke up to swerve and miss a deer and flipped down a 10 foot embankment and really thought i was going to meet the Maker then. came out unscathed.
all that to say buckle your seatbelt.
i also got stabbed in the head repetitively with a pencil from a fellow classmate. why? people around him were making fun of him and I had the pleasure of sitting next to him. He later apologized and said that he didn't mean it towards me since I wasn't doing anything to him. He just lashed out and I happened to be closest.
one was a meh. i was going about 40 and flipped through plowed dirt. was not a biggie.
2nd one i fell asleep at the wheel going about 60 and woke up to swerve and miss a deer and flipped down a 10 foot embankment and really thought i was going to meet the Maker then. came out unscathed.
all that to say buckle your seatbelt.
i also got stabbed in the head repetitively with a pencil from a fellow classmate. why? people around him were making fun of him and I had the pleasure of sitting next to him. He later apologized and said that he didn't mean it towards me since I wasn't doing anything to him. He just lashed out and I happened to be closest.
Posted on 5/6/13 at 1:01 pm to TupeloReb
When I was small (2-3yrs old) I opened the door on the car driving down the road (didn't have car seats back then) and fell out of the car. Didn't even have a scratch on me. I don't remember it but my mom apparently just about lost it.
I was at a party in college and left with a few guys. We were in a brand new toyota 4 runner. When we pulled out onto a busy 4 lane road a car clipped us (driver didn't see it or something). It spun the 4runner around and we started rolling. I didn't have my seatbelt on. The truck rolled 3 or 4 times and as it stopped I was thrown into the back seat and was about to be ejected.
I was at a party in college and left with a few guys. We were in a brand new toyota 4 runner. When we pulled out onto a busy 4 lane road a car clipped us (driver didn't see it or something). It spun the 4runner around and we started rolling. I didn't have my seatbelt on. The truck rolled 3 or 4 times and as it stopped I was thrown into the back seat and was about to be ejected.
Posted on 5/6/13 at 1:04 pm to TupeloReb
I think for a few steps but he wasn't going to catch us. I don't think I ever ran so fast in my life. Really it was just kind of a blur at that point. I was just running full bore and wasn't totally aware of where he was behind us.
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