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Yea didnt you ever see cast away? The guy tries chippin away at the coconut for hours hahaha. That isnt a rigged movie coconut. They will most definitely kill you if they fall on your head.
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[ QUOTE ] [ QUOTE ] If you're 55ft under, you are NOT getting to the surface safely on one breath of air. [/ QUOTE ] I hope you failed your scuba test, because you are dangerously wrong. [/ QUOTE ] I think he is saying that depending on the amount of time you've been down there, just getting to the surface alive doesn't mean that much. [/ QUOTE ] My point was that air is compressed significantly under water. It takes only 33 feet of water to equal the atmospheric pressure that you are used to walking around at sea level. Because of this, you can take a deep breath at almost any depth and it will expand as you rise. Every scuba diver should already know this because it means that holding your breath while surfacing is incredibly dangerous and could literally cause your lungs to explode. You could effectively take one breath of air at 55ft under water and surface on that single breath while slowly exhaling to avoid [censored] up your lungs. You might spend some time in a hyperbaric chamber afterwards if you get decompression sickmess, but that is far less serious than drowning. Probably also worth noting the fact that the OP was surrounded by other divers who all have spare regulators that he could easily breath from, making drowning extremely unlikely. |
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Blood sugars dropped very quickly while I was grocery shopping. I blacked out and then had a seizure on the Safeway floor; fortunately my girlfriend was with me and managed to shout at enough bystanders while she ran and got emergency sugar and helped force it into my system.
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#64
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I haven't come that close to death, other than falling asleep at the wheel once and some drunken nights.
My brother's ex-Army, and he was in a helicopter landing and deployment exercise. As the chopper was hovering just above the ground while he and his team were getting out, the pilot had to make a wind correction, and I guess he over-corrected. The rotor blade dipped and decapitated a guy who was less than two feet behind my brother. ScottieK |
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I blacked out and passed out outside a club on the curb. Only thing is my head and torso were in front of oncoming traffic. My friend who didn't even come out w/ me came and saved me. He received a text message that read, "Can't see, puke bad, asian club, between two honda civics. save me." I am glad there aren't that many asian clubs in DC.
I was ATVing for my first and only time, hit steep jump and went completely vertical. The bike came back toward me a little in mid air, but when it hit the ground ass first, somehow managed to roll back over me w/o hitting me anywhere or crushing any part of my body. I had no helmet. Mexicans don't believe in them. Biking in the streets of Beijing. Enough said. If you want to die, rent a bike and then try to get from point A to point B. |
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About 2.5 years ago I was in Baltimore visiting my girlfriend at the time (this is before I moved here) and was parking at a meter on the right side of Lombard Street near her downtown apartment after coming back from lunch. I was digging in my center console for change for the meter and somehow neglected to check my mirrors before opening the door like I always do in that situation. I open the door and am about to hop out when, BAM! the door is ripped out of my hand and torn off by a passing bus (the bus stop was right in front of where I was parked). If I had opened the door and stepped out a second earlier I would have been hit by the bus and almost certainly killed.
As it happened, I hadn't even gotten out of the car yet (I had one arm and like half a leg out) and my girlfriend had already gotten out and had her back turned at the moment of impact. When she turned around to look she didn't see me at first and thought I was under the bus or something and started screaming. Honestly I think it scared her a lot more than it did me, I mostly remember just being angry rather than scared. The bus was over the lane line when it hit me and the Maryland Transit Authority ended up buying me a new car. |
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When I was about 9, I was playing w/ some firecrackers with my friends. My buddy had a tiny shed in the backyard where the lawnmower was. We decided to light them inside to see how much louder it would be. I didn't know at the time that gas fumes are flamable. Just as we were about to light the lighter, my buddy's father comes out and stops us. Apparently, he saw what we were about to do and ran out the house to stop us. I'm pretty sure I would be a crispy critter now if we had lit the lighter.
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When I was 15, I was at baseball practice. It was raining, so we had to practice indoors. We were setting up the batting cage when my friends and I were goofing around. My friend Matt grabbed a rope that was attached to the cage and started tying me up as a joke. At the same time, the other guys were pulling the cage net out. As the cage was being pulled out, the rope pulled tight, slipped up to around my neck, and lifted me off the ground. No one seemed to know what was going on and that you'd have to pull the cage back, so everyone was looking for a knife instead. I blacked out after about 15 seconds of not being able to breathe, but apparently my 6'6" coach and 6'5" starting pitcher had to lift me on their shoulders for a good 2 minutes before someone realized you only had to pull the cage back. [/ QUOTE ] I'm having trouble following this. Can you draw a picture or something? |
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#69
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My near death experience: Playing on a travel baseball team when I was about 14 years old. Kid who has since been drafted by the Cubs is pitching. Throws about 70mph and is a lefty. I'm a lefty hitter and decide that I will bunt. As I square to bunt, the sun gets in my eyes and I completely lose the ball. The ball hits my square in the throat. I'm unable to breathe for a good 12 seconds (scariest 12 seconds of my life). Finally, I catch my breath but am still in shock. We find out later that the ball actually hit the very top of the bone right below my throat. God knows what would have happened if the ball was throw a half-inch higher.
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I was probably 3 or 4, had not started going to school yet and liked playing with mom's sewing machine to the point where she had to put chains and a lock on the handles after this incident.
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() hi-res needle pic So yeah, needle through digit on left hand. I'm guessing I started making enough noise to get my mom to come and be horrified before loosening the needle from the machine and then taking me to the hospital where they had to put me in a straight jacket. Story is the circulation/blood/(something?) was being blocked from my finger and going up my arm to my shoulder and then heart before they got the needle out. If it got to my heart I would've died is the story. No scars or anything and I don't remember anything from the day, just what I've been told. |
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