Close Escapes!

[cideristhefuture]

Mine sweeping 6 bottles of larger from the bar of one of the roughest clubs in Glasgow.

Not something I had done before or again.... My glaswegian friend was very concerned for our health!

[trinder]

First aged three, I was pushed into a pond by an older sister, after I told her I could swim. By the time she walked across a field to get my dad I was floating lifeless on the top. I was duly pumped out and lived to tell the tale.

Many years later diving in Tobago I got carried away by a strong current, only to find my breathing apparatus wasn't working properly. I panicked when I couldn't see anyone else, so didn't use my auxiliary, but luckily the dive instructor managed to reach me, give me air and a slow ascent.

OMG
someone stole your life and turned it into a series. "Cloudstreet" well just the dying part only in water that is " say slowly " wadderr"

[Thomzo]

My mother 'died' when she was having me. She was given gas and air but the air ran out so she was left just breathing the gas. Fortunately, my dad noticed that she wasn't breathing properly when the doctors didn't, and she was resuscitated.
Zoe

[Stonehead]

Has anyone had any close escapes? These are some of mine. The list is not exhaustive as they say

I've had a few scrapes. Okay, quite a few. However, they're far outweighed by the number of times I've been around when someone else has come a cropper. Depending on your point of view, they were either unlucky to have me around (as they came a cropper) or were lucky to have me around (I'm a very experienced first aider).

27 February 1993 stands out, though. Blown off my feet by an IRA bomb. A number of other people weren't so lucky. After helping where I could, I made my way home on foot, bus and tube. I vaguely noticed people looking at me rather strangely but didn't realise why until I walked in the front door and saw myself in the mirror. I was black and grey with soot and dirt, with the odd streak of pale skin where I'd rubbed myself/sweated, and had blood spatters everywhere. When the light hit me, I glinted from all the tiny specks of glass on my clothes and skin.

Other than that, I have numerous scars from falls (rock climbing), crashes (cars and bicycles), fights, sailing, work accidents (should I mention the steel spike in the bum?), animals and more. I'm recovering from my fifth fracture at the moment. Actually, it's a double fracture and a dislocation so does that count as fifth and sixth? Hmm. I think my earliest scrape was pulling an iron onto my head when I was two—the point stuck into my skull and I still have a nice dent plus scar.

On the other side of the coin, I've found myself on the scene of numerous vehicle incidents. I have no idea how many, but I just spent a few minutes recalling memorable ones and counting them. I gave up when I passed 30. Some of there were extremely bad, eg an armoured personnel carrier onto a car, a motorcyclist through a barbed wire fence, an articulated lorry at speed into the rear of two cars, a people carrier and another HGV, etc.

I've had someone have a heart attack in front of me on the tube. Another dropped outside the restaurant I was having lunch in—I was in a window seat and saw him drop. An old boy keeled over next to me in a supermarket. And an elderly lady who lived next door to me went while pruning her flowers.

I've seen someone get shot. I've seen someone stabbed. And I've been on the spot very soon after another shooting and a couple more stabbings. And don't even get me started on pub brawls/assaults.

I should have been a copper or a paramedic.

And don't think it's stopped since I moved up here: knocked off my bike by a hit-run van driver, the incident with the pigs that saw my wrist broken, a car crash a year as people insist on targeting our stone walls, fences and trees, a horse rider thrown back first across one of our gates, the OH smacked in the head with a hoe (wasn't me!), several lads injured at rugby training and games (serious enough to warrant ambulances), and the list goes on.

No, you really don't want to be around me!

[happyhippy]

Bill1953,Your story was truly hilarious,I had tears streaming down my face reading it as I could picture it happening! It would'nt of been funny at the time though right?
Well I have 4 close escapes,all happened when I was residing in Australia.First one,my 2 year old daughter was having an afternoon nap in her room,and i decided to check her.As I entered her bedroom,I noticed something black on her net curtain.Closer inspection,and it was clearly a red back spider(highly dangerous).I knew I could'nt leave it there,so took off my flip flops and squished it between them.Second one,I was rock climbing with my then boyfriend,I went to put my hand on a rock higher up,I happened to look first and there,coiled up was a red bellied snake,one bite from one of those and you're dead within 30 minutes! Third one,I was gardening out the back,had to move a big log to get some weeds out,and to my horror a scorpian ran for me,yes with its tail up!!!I had to put my spade through it,as my young kids played out the back alot,and I could'nt risk it stinging them.And lastly when I was a young teenager,we used to go to the beach at night sometimes(too hot to go during the day)with our parents.Me and my twin sister were on a floating air bed thing,minding our own business.The moon was shining on the ocean,and we were about waste high.I noticed a "fin"coming towards us,and from experience we knew it was'nt a dolphin!!!!We were outta there quicker than you can say Jaws!lol lol

[bill1953]

I'm having a hard time trying to decide whether I am a very very very lucky person as I haven't had any near misses that I am aware of, or just plain boring I'll take boring thanks.

You're neva boring x