I knew this guy in high school peripherally. He was in the "cool crowd" of rocker-type guys, and I was a nerd. New girl arrived at our school from another town, she and I became friends and a few months later she started dating him. At first she seemed cool, and we would talk about everything. At one point, however, she starts talking about how she has been hooking up with her ex-boyfriend behind cool guy's back. Just before the end of the school year, she tells me she is pregnant and that she knows it belongs to her ex-boyfriend. She is laughing and really proud of herself because cool guy is going to "do the right thing", withdraw his college application and go work at the local gas station to support her and the baby. Her ex, the father of the baby, is kind of a loser so she thinks it's the best thing even that she can mess with him while making cool guy support her. I didn't really know this guy that well, but I got his phone number from an acquaintance of mine who knew it. Cool guy knew I was friends with his girlfriend, but was still pretty surprised to hear from me. I told him all about her ploy, and said "get a paternity test, it isn't yours". This guy was incredibly stoic, but after a sizeable pause he just broke down crying for a few minutes, then thanked me. They broke up, and cool guy went to college and made something of his life.
When I was 7, I got lost in Spain without my family. I had been lost for about 5 hours, really late at night and had been going down some dark alleyways and car parks. I started asking random strangers if they spoke English, but there were only middle aged men walking around alone. One guy didn't speak English, but gave me a cuddle and took me back to his house around the corner. At this point I'm crying my eyes out and just appreciated the help and kindness. When I got to his house it turned out he had a family and the son was learning English in school. He got out his school workbook and asked me my name, then they took me to the police station. My parents picked me up about 10 minutes later as they were driving around in a police car.
That man could have been anyone, and I could have been kidnapped and never seen again. Not your ordinary bullet dodge.
I had my police car pulled over off the side of this rural road, with the emergency lights on. I had stopped because there was a man splayed out in the middle of the asphalt; turns out he was super out of it and decided to take a nap during his walk home. I had just helped him to his feet, and placed him in the back of the car to drive him home, when I hear an engine revving hard. I closed the car door, and straightened up, just in time to have my car smashed out from in front of me by a pickup truck. I felt the trucks side mirror clip my body armour. The driver was out of it, and had decided to go looking for his friend; that friend was the guy I just picked up.
The guy in the back seat survived the impact, because those old Crown Victorias had massive trunks. The driver went to the hospital, and in the coming months, he plead guilty to impaired driving. I remember the collision analysis showed that the guy hit my car at 145 km/h. It was a wild night, and I still have major hangups when I have to stop my police car on roadways.
Back in my raving days, in the early 2000's before it got trendy, I got deep into ecstasy use and subsequently became a small time dealer. Small time over the course of a few months rapidly became pretty big time. One night after re-upping (buying more ecstasy to sell) I went over to my buddies house to play counter strike until the early hours of the morning. On my way home I got pulled over.
I had 2,500 green triangle ecstasy pills in my trunk.
I pulled out my license and registration, laid it out on my lap before the cop came to my window and proceeded to be as polite as possible. The cop asked me why my eyes were red and asked if I smoked weed. I said absolutely not (I never liked weed, weird I know) and I told him we were playing counter strike for 8+ hours and that's probably why.
He ran my license (which was clean), came back to my car and said, okay drive safely and let me go. I left that scene shitting bricks.
Had he looked in my trunk, I would have been arrested and looking at a distribution felony and at least 12-25 years. Not to mention it would have destroyed my life.
I stopped dealing and raving after that.
Today I have a lovely wife, my own home, good health, thriving business, healthy toddler and another one on the way. Talk about bullet dodged. My life and the life of those I love would have been drastically different if it played out the other way. It should have. I am the lucky one.
I lose sleep often thinking about that.
Work IT/Network Security for a company. Someone mentioned finding a flash drive in an envelope in the mail.
You wouldn't believe the sigh of relief when I managed to get hold of it right before management decided to try plugging it into their terminal.
Back when I was young and impressionable, someone stopped me on the street and asked if I'd like to do a free personality test. After enthusiastically filling out the answers to a long list of probing questions, the person who'd approached me asked how old I was. Since I was under 18 they said they'd have to get a parent's permission to give me my results. They call my mum, who tells them to stick their test up their arse (or words to that effect), then proceeds to give me an extended talking-to about trusting strange people with my personal information.
And that's how I learned who the Church of Scientology were.
On temp job I'd made several hours of corrections on a long document saving version after version. When finished I deleted all the extra copies and emptied the trash only to realize the one copy I saved was the untouched original. It was a busy office but as my heart sank someone announced: "Everyone stop what you're doing, we just lost funding on the project. You'll be paid through the day but you're free to go." Never empty the trash!
I got dumped by my ex. I was sad and depressed because I had been dumped. After all, I had been dumped for another man, so I did have a feeling of just not being good enough instead of being in a relationship that didn't work out.
After a while she starts sending some messages. We talk a bit and suddenly we start fighting. She was the first one I had opened up to and told my thoughts deep down that I hid for everyone else and she threw them back in my face in the most hurtful manner. I was shocked. When I reflected about it I realised she had been doing it during our relationship too. We'd have an argument, I'd present my points of view in a calm manner etc. and she'd just suddenly fling stuff to wind me up. Later found out she also had lied to me about her age. Treated myself to a nice pizza and a good bottle of scotch to celebrate the dodged bullet.
I was making a day trip in Colorado to do some sight seeing. It was just me and the dog, driving a few hours over Wolf Creek Pass. I felt a little off and stopped up near the top of the pass to get some fresh air at a waterfall. I figured I was just sleepy and at altitude so I decided to actually hike the mile round trip to the falls and wake up a bit.
On the way back down the trail I had a seizure. If I'd not stopped I would have been coming down the pass when it happened.
I ran out of fuel once. Normally, that wouldn't be so bad but I was flying a Cessna 152 over the Mojave Desert at the time. It's really not a bad glider. I had to land on the highway. The landing went perfectly. The CHP pilot (with whom I was in communication during my unpowered descent) landed at the nearby airport and brought me 10 gallons of AvGas. I climbed on the wing and dumped it in. The CHP blocked off both ends of the road for use as a runway and I took off into the sunset.
I dated this guy briefly in college. He got into a horse riding accident early on in the relationship. Horse fell on him. Broke his ankle, pelvis and hip. Apparently had a prior addiction to pain pills I was completely oblivious to.
He quickly relapsed. Tried sticking it out and helping him. I did my best and I couldn't handle it. When I told him I was done with the relationship he proceeded to call me the worst names in the world. Begged me to forgive him and then tried asking me to come hang out. I couldn't do it.
I knocked my girlfriend up. I was supportive and told her I'd take care of her and the baby. She decided we weren't ready so got an abortion. A week later after that found out she had been cheating on me.
I had a type of bone cancer (Ewing's sarcoma) when I was 10. It usually shows up in the bone itself, which usually makes one lose whichever limb the bone is in. Mine, fortunately, started in the surrounding flesh and was working its way towards the bone. The tumor grew so fast that I only realized it when I bumped my leg against a rock that I should not have hit (the tumor was about the size of a softball). Because of finding it like this, we got to it early enough that it could be removed before it reached the bone. I still got 9 months of Chemo to make sure it was all removed though. I kept my leg, although I have a large scar on the outside of my left leg above the knee running to mid thigh, and a large dip in the same area. Also have some kidney damage relating to the type of chemo they gave me, although things are looking up there. This May I was 6 years cancer free, and I would've lost my leg if we would've caught it any later.
I was traveling to somewhere on a highway behind a logging truck. When we were going uphill, the truck changed lanes and a log slipped off, bounced between the car I was in and another car, and rebounded off the highway into the nearby forest. There was no one immediately behind us.
I once took a girl online out to dinner at a nicer place in our town. She was horrible to the server and actually got us kicked out because she called the manager names. After that we were walking out and she wanted me to go back to her place to "watch a movie" which I refused and went home.
Two months later I was reading the paper and saw her in the police blotter for assaulting her boyfriend with a golf club.
I was "bouldering" unprotected in the Owens Valley like an idiot, descending. Slipped, fell six feet down with outward momentum onto a ~10 foot wide shelf, only just stopping myself before the 50 foot drop to death/injury/pain. Still spooks the hell out of me to think about.
Lived outside of St. Louis in my early childhood, woke up screaming in the worst pain of my life and then felt my face get sprinkled with something.
I actually got shot in the hip, and when I sat up a bullet went through my window right where my head was just at. And what sprinkled me in the face was tiny pieces of glass.
I once went on a date with this guy who used the entire conversation to try and figure out how much I would be missed.
The hairs on the back of my neck were tingling for the only time in my life as he asked me about every friend, family member, co-worker, roommate- how often I saw them, how long I would go between texting and calling.
Needless to say I suddenly had 5 overprotective older brothers who were PI's and cops.
When I was about 23, I was asked on a date by a South American girl who was maybe early 30s. We went on a date, but it wasn't the most interesting evening, we didn't really click and the language barrier meant we couldn't really get past basic conversation.
I was a little resistant to go on a second date and felt it was fair game to say, "Sorry I didn't think we clicked". Next time I saw her in person though I was berated with a bunch of insults hurled as she claimed we were supposed to get married and have kids and that I was "the one". Very glad I was able to back away slowly and dodge that bullet.
When i was back in high school, I was walking near the field when they were practicing their discus throw.
One of the discus was wrongly thrown and was headed for my head. A friend who at that time was walking towards me saw this and yelled for me to duck.
The discus went past my head and landed behind me. Then I realized that I could've died if my friend haven't warned me.
Imagine a 2 KG flying disk lands right on your forehead.