Feedback Monday (#47)
Monday is here and isn't it grandiosely mediocre!?!
Gotta love the beginning of the work week. So much promise . . . so much work to be put aside for another day.
Let's get right into some feedin' back, shall we . . .
In keeping with our spookier-than-imaginable theme this month, we're gonna venture out onto the edge (out past that creepy old house that nobody every comes back from).
What was the closest you've ever come to dying?
That's it, that's the assignment. I don't mean to overly ruffle any feathers out there in PS readerville, but we've probably all had one of those incidents occur in our lives where the next day you woke up and thought to yourself - "Hey! I'm lucky to be alive!".
Here's your chance to stare death in the face and tell us all about it.
Should be particularly interesting . . .
Ben O.
posted by Ben O. | 9:14 AM
10 Comments:
scrotum
I was just about to exercise my "blog-owner" administrative powers and zapp the above comment like it was a june-bug haphazzardly flying into one of those Red-Neck-Georgia-Special Porch-front Bug Lanterns, when . . .
I decided not to be so quick to judge.
If that's what you see when you stare death in the face, then far be it from me to judge.
Ben O.
BTW - I think that Walgreens has a cream for that, Anon.
trapped in a car after an accident. Looking back I was in the back of a small hatchback, no seat belt, the front seats did NOT lock in place, I did fly forward because my nose was broken. I was 11 years old, and I look back now, I can't believe I lived through that and DIDN"T fly the front windsheild to become a splat on the highway. I'm lucky to be alive.
jeebus mcb i guess you are!
can't say that i have anything quite like that.....actually i've got nothing besides the fact that i was really sick as a kid, and was in and out of the hospital a lot due to my allergies/asthma
guess i've been sort of lucky then
Hey Ben!
Though every day's an adventure, and you could get killed walkin' your doggie, the first time I remember being aware that I might actually die was when I fell off a small part of The Niagara Escarpment (a really big cliff). We were on a field trip in the eighth grade and my group and I were walking pretty close to the edge. (We were told not to be there beforehand, but I guess we weren't listening). The ground started to crumble, and since I was closest to the edge, I started to fall...As I was slipping, one of the girls I was with grabbed me by the wrist. She was a strong, athletic girl, but I'll never forget the look on her face when she said, "I can't hold you"...She let go and I started to fall. It was weird, 'cause I didn't know how far I was gonna fall and it seemed to take a long time as I watched my friend's sad face getting smaller as I fell...Then thing's went kinda black for what seemed like a split second. I was lying on my back and I could hear a commotion way up above me...I had landed (hard, I might add, on my back yet!) on a ledge that was about 20 feet down from where I had just been...I could hear the people above me discussing a rescue plan. As they were doing so, I stood up, brushed myself off and climbed back up. They were surprised to see me. Aside from being a bit muddy, I was remarkably uninjured and I didn't have to participate in all the lame activities that were going on for the rest of the afternoon.
As I was falling I thought "THIS IS IT" though...
So that was one of my earlier brush with death stories.
Take care out there, Ben!
Your Pal,
Zambo.
The closest to death I've ever come was riding the old white roller coaster at Boblo Island back in 1978. I was a skinny child and the bar didn't lock down enough to keep me in my seat. As it went down the first big hill, I came out of the seat and over the bar. I had the presence of mind to reach down, grab the bar and thus keep my skinny ass in the car. You couldn't get me on a roller coaster for at least four years after that.
I nearly drowned when I was five years old. All the big kids were jumping into the river, and I tried it too. Nobody noticed that I had gone under. I could see everybody's legs, but I couldn't get anyone's attention. Finally, one of my sister's friends noticed and pulled me out. I thought I was a goner.
Two stories come to mind:
First was canoeing with my Dad when we went sideways over a short (2-ish feet) waterfall and got caught in the hydraulic cycle of the river, where the water basically was shoving us under while our life vests were trying unsuccessfully to keep us afloat. We were not able to break the surface until my dad grabbed my life vest and shoved me up out of the top. In so doing, he pushed himself down under the bottom and got spit out a few feet downriver. Scary...
The other was a car accident where, long-story-short, my Jeep Cherokee ended up on its side with me staring at oncoming traffic on the opposite side of the freeway than where I started. The first vehicle to stop was an 18-wheeler, and I shudder to think what would have happened if he had been a little closer and not able to stop... The scariest part was that the sandwich I had on the center console ended up about 20 feet away from my car, open-faced on the pavement. Dude, seat belts rock!
Clearly, God is not done with me yet.
When I was about 8 or 9 I was alone watching TV in our living room and I don't know what it was, but I started to choke on something. I remember not being able to breath and I tried to swallow whatever it was, but that didn't work. Somehow whatever it was got dislodged and I went back to watching TV, totally freaked out. Never told my parents though. Just didn't know how to start that conversation.
And twice, I nearly fell off a cliff. You'd think I'd be afraid of heights, but no. Too stupid to be I guess.
I must refer you to a post on my blog fo rthis one. Good story.
http://plaingeek.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-we-have-to-fear-is-blackhawks.html
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