62 People Reveal Terrifying Moments That Nearly Cost Them Their Lives—and How They Miraculously Survived
I was walking into a Miller’s Outpost (tells you the time period) and the ‘M’ from the sign above the store fell down and hit me on the shoulder. It was a big glass sign. One moment sooner and it hits my head. Because it drew blood, the store offered to give me any item I wanted so I wouldn’t sue. I chose an awful red cardigan. I was 16 and dumb.
When I was about 9 or 10, I was in the basement helping my grandma do laundry. She had a big braided rug on the floor and I was bouncing all over the place. I was wearing socks and jumping on and off the rug.
She bends over to get something out of the drier and reaches across the rug to grab something. I realize what she’s reaching for is a snake, just inches between the two of us. I yell at her to STOP, we both scream and the snake quickly takes on an aggressive posture.
I run outside and grab a broom and my grandma starts beating the poor thing with it. Grandpa hears the commotion and rushes downstairs and delivers the last blow. Turns out that little nope noodle that snuck into the house was a venomous copperhead.
I was freshman in college and came back to my hometown for fall break. I decided to go to a football game to hang out with some old friends. On the way home, I stopped at a red light and when it turned green, I pulled forward, as usual.
From the left, a truck suddenly hit me. He was speeding and ran the red light, t-boned me right in front of my driver’s door. I luckily got out with just an injured knee and fractured clavicle and some bruising.
It haunted me for a while that, had I pulled forward just a little faster or he had been just a quarter second slower he would’ve gone straight into my driver’s door and I likely wouldn’t have made it.
He wasn’t even drunk or under the influence, it was just a 16-year-old kid not paying attention.
I was swimming with my dad and my younger brother in a lake. We had one of those decent sized blow up rafts that we brought out to play around on.
I thought it was cool to swim underneath the raft and surface on the other side. Well the third time I tried this my little brother jumped into the raft and his body slammed into my head while I was swimming underneath, completely disorienting me.
I remember just inhaling tons of water and trying to figure out which way was up and every time I tried surfacing I’d hit the bottom of the raft and become disoriented again. I could feel myself starting to black out before I pulled myself up around the side of the raft.
No one even knew anything was wrong until I started heaving up water and coughing.
Similar to this when I was around 8 I didn’t know how to swim very well and was at my grandmother’s neighbors home playing in thejr pool with a friend my age. Accidentally stepped out of the shallow end and slid into the deep end and remember just sitting at the bottom staring up at the surface and starting to black out. Friend’s mother dove in and saved me.
Still love water though. 10/10 would swim under blow up raft again.
I briefly looked at my phone to skip a song on Spotify and barely missed walking right in front of a my neighbor’s truck. I didn’t notice at the time, and was actually told by said neighbor the next day. It’s a weird feeling knowing that you were completely oblivious to almost being gone.
Not really a time thing as much as a distance thing. I was at a car festival (BMW e30 fest) and this modified BMW e30 with a 4.4 supercharged V8(400 hp-ish) was doing a burnout in 3rd gear, so the wheels were spinning, probably at like 80mph, something like that.
Anyway, the car moved a bit forward and I just hear “whoosh **PTING**” and this walnut sized rock just flew straight past my ear. My best friend and I just locked eyes and went “Whoah” and then continued watching.
I just don’t want to know what a walnut sized rock does to a human head when it’s traveling 80 mph.
Later we got drunk and watched flames shoot from exhausts. Was fun.
I was like 6 or 7 when my dad and i were driving to his parents summer cabin. Suddenly, a huge moose runs from the forest, from our right, and across the road.
I mean, there’s no small moose, let’s get that straight. But this was out of this world *huuuuuge*. And we avoided hitting it by literally just a second. It was *so* close that i’m sure we would’ve hit it if either we or the moose gained a second somewhere, we would’ve been gone for sure. Hitting a moose with car is almost surely an end sentence anyway but that thing was just so extra large that there would’ve been no chance.
Climbed out on a thin rocky ledge…mixture of dirt and rock. I’m way above tree tops. Slip on some moss, dig my fingers in to the dirt and somehow do not fall. I climbed back across the ledge and back up two rock overhangs faster than I’ve ever climbed anything in my life. My friend was amazed he said I looked like a monkey climbing outta that situation….
When I was learning to skydive I was trying to complete a level that involved turning 360 degrees clockwise and anti-clockwise in the air. First two attempts I could turn clockwise but not the other way for some reason.
Cue the third attempt jump and again clockwise goes like clockwork (if you’ll pardon the pun) and so I try and turn anti-clockwise, but instead of going that direction or just not turning (like I had previously), I began to spin clockwise faster and faster and faster. I eventually span up to what I worked out to be ~200rpm pulling about 15G. I could feel myself blacking out and my arms being forced outwards, but instead of pulling when I started spinning like I was supposed to I kept fighting it and making it worse and instead looked at my altitude and pulled when I would have done normally.















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