I was 7 and spending the night at a friends house when my friend decided to get one of his dads guns out and show off....well needless to say it was loaded (was locked in a gun safe but my idiot friend got the keys and unlocked it) wasent 30 seconds after the gun was out it went off....through and through to my right lung. I was pronounced dead twice and brough back within 2 minutes of one another. Still here and kickin!!!! Besides, I am to much work for God and the devil would be afraid I would take over!!!!

 

Holy crap I don't even think I qualify after all these stories.

The closest I came was when I was 11. It was summer time and most of the times it was just me all by my lonesome. My best friends was with their dad's, my older brother was at work, and my younger brother at a friends. My favorite thing in the world was shooting my Daisy Powerline 880 air rifle at anything and everything. Old car windows, beer cans, birds, the neighbor little chihuahuas, and sometimes the neighbor.

Anyways, I was walking around this garage that had been turned into a junk yard of sorts. I found some beer bottles and started shooting away. One of the bottles still had the twist top cap on and when I shot it I heard a loud pop. Glass flew everywhere. I felt a warm drip on my neck but nothing too bad. So i went home and looked in the mirror. I had a 1" wide hole cut into the right side of my throat. There was hardly any bleeding at all. I could actually blow air out of it. I put some gauge around my neck with some bandages over the gaping wound and took a nap. My mom got home and asked why I had all that crap around my throat. So I took it off and she freaked right the fork out.

Running to the emergency room the docs rushed me to get a X-ray to look for any glass. Nothing was found to their surpise. They said the glass missed my jugular by a meer fraction of a inch. So they stiched me up and sent me home.

Course I was back 2 more times that summer. For my adventures with a old riding lawn mower. It was a old pull start mower that I had removed the engine cover off of because the rope wheel wouldn't rewind. So I pulled the wheel out and put it on top of the engine. Wrapped the rope around that and pulled. I did it a hundred times. but this time the wheel flew off and smacked me in the head putting a nice gash right above my right eyebrow . Again mom freaked and I got more stiches.

2 days later that same mower and the process of starting it up... the mower was in gear when I pulled the rope it ran foward and my hand smacked into those fan blades on top of the engine. That pulled the a good layer of skin off my fingers on my right hand. That time I freaked out and ran inside. Mom washed the dirt off and I nearly went into shock as the everything started to white out. She zipped me to the ER again. Everyone knew me this time. They washed my hand in medical wash and wrapped my hand up. So here I was in one months time, stitches in my head, my neck, and wrapped up hand and only 11 years old.

 

mostly doing stupid stunts on my bicycle. I remember once i was towing a skateboard on a rope, and it slide under a car and i kept going when the bike stopped. actually hit hard enough to crush my helmet. i was maybe 11

another time when i was about 17 i think i was accelerating hard and my chain jumped off the last gear so my pedal went from full resistance to nothing, and i just flipped right over the handle bars doing about 15. I pulled the bike over with me and was skidding on the pavement. I managed to get ontop of the bike for the most part. I had a partial black out, I was still conscious and breathing but i couldnt see anything.

 

Hate to bring a dead thread to life but I got one that is nothing compared to all the ones above. I was riding a four wheeler up a steep hill and it went into the wheelie position and I fell off the back. Seemed like slow motion as I had barely a second to get out of the way before it fell on me but thank God for reflexes cause I bet that would have messed me up.

 

What the hell were you searching for to find this???

 

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I got ran over when i was 5 years old by my old man 1953 ford pickup... then when i was 8 my brother's Continetal Mark V fell of the stand and landed on top of me ( i really dont remember what happen because i was in the hospital the next few days). when i was 13 my mom ran my foot over with her 1979 ltd crown victoria.... hmmm when i was 17 i was ridding my brothers yamaha 450cc and well lets just say i ended under it in mid air... till this day i have only broken both of my big toes and my arm... no major injury for now lol

 

oh i fell of my roof top and landed on my sisters nova ha wont forget to keep my balance while being up on the roof again lol

 

At the age of 17, I was a passenger in a car that was going too fast on wet roads and I told the driver to slow down because the curve we was about to go into, there was a bridge and we wasn't going to make it. I knew all the backroads there, but he didn't. He said we would make it, but at the last minute, he realized we wasn't and hit the breaks. We hit the gaurdrail head on at 80+ mph and went over head first. It was like in slow motion till we hit the ground that was about 30'. After that, it was like someone hit the fast forward button. After flipping 7 times, I was hanging out the side window when the car come to rest on all 4 wheels. If it rolled one more time, it would of been on me. We stopped about 4' from the bank of water that had a drop off to 10' of water on that river. They said we never should of survived that wreck. I can't believe that I walked away from that one. You can go to the place of the accident and the gaurdrail is still bent around where we hit it. That was almost 23 years ago. Guess it wasn't our time.

 

bucket seats I think

 

One time before i had my license, i was with my buddy in his s-10 and anther freind. It was a reg cab so we were all sitting across the front. He gets the idea to try to reverse realy fast and then cut the wheel to whip the front end around on dry pavement. Well as soon as he did that the truck slid halfway through then hooked and the truck flipped through the air, it went passenger side down first but we were going so fast that the only part of the cab to touch the ground was the drivers corner. We were only backing up so it only rolled once and landed back on its wheels. There was antifreeze and oil everywhere as well as his toolbox smashing open and everything everywhere. We were all un injured somehow even with no seatbelts(although i sometimes have a sore neck for no reason). The best part is after it flipped we pushed it to my uncles bodyshop, witch was right there and were we were backing out of, to "hide" the truck. right before we flipped there was a car going up the road that must have seen us flip, but by the time he turned around and came back the truck was gone and there was just debris all over the road. I imagine that guy was freaked out as it only took 2 minutes from flip till we were gone, and he came back to check if we were ok.

 

When I was about 8 years old (in the 60's), the town was dumping old refidgerators and such to fill in swamp land near a navagable river. We would take the copper out of the motors the knock the doors off and set them into the river and use them as boats. We had a flotilla of refridgerators and use to have naval battles. Some were destoyers, others were battleships depending on the size. There were bricks along the shoreline (from a historic brick factory long gone) and we used that to throw at our enemy ships. The idea was to splash the opponent, but some went long. We soon carried plywood to deflect the brick missles

We generally were at the mercy of the tide, and floated down to the bay,a place where the Coast Guard Patrolled. They got us out of the refidgerators, and tried to scuttle them, but the would not sink due to the insulation. They ended up towing them ashore and having the town pick them up. We were released to our parents and told never to do this again, But we did, just never floated down to the bay again. My parents never really punshed me for this, guess he understood, but they told us not to get in trouble with the authorites anymore.

 

I think I was 10 or 11 at the time, I used to race dirtbikes and we were out screwing around on them getting in some practice. My buddy at the time had a Yamaha and I raced a Suzuki RM80. We decided to race to see who was faster. The track we were on had an enormous straight away on it and me and my buddy were side by side 6th gear WFO when my little brother cut in front of us on his minibike. I had nowhere to go so I broadsided him. Luckily I hit his bike and not his leg but the impact launched me 30' and knocked me out briefly. When I came to I had torn the leg off my pants and a nice hunk of meat out of my shin. He was fine but I still have the scar and divot in my shin 34 years later.

In my early twenties (seems like I was a kid now) I worked for a car dealership and was driving a newer Pontiac 4 door (I can't remember what model) back from the body shop were it had just had a full repaint do to hail damage. I was turning left only a few blocks from the dealership and then I woke up in the hospital with a nose bleed and throwing up. I was told I was T-boned when a new Canadian ran a red light. I had a severe concussion from my head going through the drivers side window and the impact of the crash. The police officer that came to talk to me in the hospital and get my side of what happened told me that if the impact was a foot more to the front of the vehicle than it was that I would probably would not have survived. I had that concussion for 10 weeks and to this day I don't remember the accident at all even though I was told I got out of the car and was walking over to the tool that hit me when I collapsed. The car was a total write off.

About 5 years later we went to a wedding in another city. There was a very long break in between the cerimony and the reception. We went to the bar. I was trashed by the time dinner rolled around. I was barfing and being driven to the hotel by 9:00 pm. I stumbled in and ran to the bathroom. I tripped and dive tackled the toilet head first. Lights out. My brother was mad he had to take me home so he bolted from the hotel to go back as soon as he let me in. I woke up the next day with a huge bump on my head and a nose bleed. You guessed it my second severe concussion (about 7 weeks this time). My doctor told me I could have died (drunk, knocked unconscious and alone = bad) and to be sure to not to get another concussion or I would probably have permanent brain damage. This one was all on me and a real eye opener. I toned the party down after that. I have noticed that I get more headaches than I ever used to.

 

im only 15, and so far all i have had was a four wheeler wreck at roughly 45 to 0 lol! gotta love tall grass and washouts that swallow the quad... knee is outa whack. i was about seven when i shot a few coon out of the loft in my barn and i climbed up to get em out but i couldn't get back down so i jumped out of the loft i had dislocated my shoulder and knocked myself out. still have prob's with the shoulder i can pop the thing out of place whenever i want. Creeps the G/F right out!

 

Trying to cross a river-flooded road on an ATV some 20 years ago. Was about 15f, river was flowing over the road from R->L about 15mph. Understimated the depth of the water, ATV went sideways about 15 feet and off the side of the road, then underwater.

Somehow it managed to stay running, I fell off and managed to get it somehow back on the road and about 10 feet back towards shallower water over the road. My coveralls now soaked and starting to freeze.

Just my luck that a guy with a flatbed went around the road closed signs about 1/4 mile back and saw me. Put the ATV on his truck and me inside, as I was shivering uncontrollably.

Dropped me off at my driveway about 2 miles up the road where I managed to get back to my house, left the ATV in the driveway until it warmed up a few days later. It actually started ok after I drained the oil and lubed everything.

If the guy hadn't come along and gone around those signs I don't know if I would be here today.

100% true.