62 People Reveal Terrifying Moments That Nearly Cost Them Their Lives—and How They Miraculously Survived
I was walking home at 2am and these guys in a truck started trying to run me over and at the last second I dived into a small wooded/bramble area and went the 7 feet to fence behind it amd hid. They then tried to find me for a while and left.
I waited for an hour probably then decided to sneak out. I saw their truck sitting at the end of the alley with no power on, so I snuck along the wooded area till it merged with the road and made a break for it. They almost ran me over again, but I made it to the path behind a house that was too narrow for them to fit.
Probably 2 seconds from being ran over both times.
Got one! Rolled up over a small hill and signaled left. No oncoming traffic so I drift to the middle of the road on a lazy north Maine “highway”. Start to slow and hear screeching breaks… look to the rear view and only see grill of the pulp truck that just barreled over the hill. Impact. My truck is whipped around until I’m basically driver door to driver door with this semi. We slide across the oncoming lane and my truck drops into the ditch, but the pulp truck keeps going. The back of the rig starts tearing up my hood, then hits the crossbar by the door. More shattering glass. The whole side of the car begins to crumple towards me like a tin can. Can’t tell if it’s real time or I’m going to pass away slow-mo. Trailer and what’s left of my truck stops about 8 inches from my face/chest. Breath and exit with almost no injury.
My boyfriend, myself and a friend of ours were night swimming. Another friend almost knocked an industrial flood light into the pool while we were in there and caught it by the cord at the last minute. The idea of that guy having ended a human life was funny enough to make the experience less scary but still, dang. We were almost gone! Wow.
Checking tire pressure on the drive tires of a semi. I was between the two rear axles and the front was raised on ramps. The brakes failed, I felt it shift and I slid out before it completely rolled off the ramp.
I was working construction during summers back in high school. This is kinda hard to explain, but we were scrubbing the giant wooden beams that formed the support structure of this barn/garage that was around four stories tall with a chemical that made the wood look better. Dumbest job I’ve ever worked on.
Since it was a big building we were using wheeled scaffolding (with brakes) inside to get to the roof beams. This building, being a garage as well, had long drainage troughs running the length to drain fluids from vehicle repairs and whatever else. The problem is that the drainage troughs didn’t have grating over them at the time, leaving them completely open. So as I was moving my three story scaffold from one beam to the next, both of the wheels on my side fell into one of the drainage troughs. You ever read those stories about mothers lifting cars off their children? It was one of those moments. Adrenaline kicked in and I heaved all of that tube steel out and back onto level ground, saving myself from being crushed as the area I was in had nothing to stop all three stories from crashing down on my head. Nobody else saw a thing it all happened so fast. I took the next two days off work (happened on a Wednesday) so I had four days off to recover my sore muscles.
If I had been anywhere but exactly in the middle of the broad side of the scaffold, I would’ve been gone nine years ago. Alternatively, if I had been on the other side I would’ve ended one of the other workers.
I know this doesn’t fit the exact letter of the question, since it’s more about placement than timing, but people in real life don’t usually believe me so I don’t get many chances to tell it.
I was driving home pretty late at night after work when I still lived at my parents’ house. Their house is about half an hour out of town on a good day, and you have to take rural highways and gravel roads with plenty of steep hills and tight curves.
It was the first snow of the winter and it came very suddenly and heavily, the roads were completely covered and slippery. I was making my way home slowly, barely going over 20 mph. One second it seemed like everything was fine, the next second my car was sliding what seemed like way too quickly. It was moving at an angle directly across the oncoming lane of traffic while a semi was approaching and going way too fast to ever slow down in time in the snow. Thankfully, my car got across the road and hit a snow bank in the ditch before the semi got to me, but if my car had slid just a second later I can’t imagine that I’d still be alive.
So yeah, now I am deathly afraid of driving in snow and will do just about anything to avoid it.
I was driving home late one night on a major freeway and on a curve when I turned the corner when I noticed the car in front of me suddenly slow to a stop and turn on their hazards, so I did the same (we were going 75 so this was very abrupt, and scary because there were cars behind me). The scene in front of me was horrific. A car had gotten on the freeway going the wrong way, and there were major collisions littered all over the freeway of people trying to avoid them, and not more than 10 feet away was the car that caused it all, totaled, facing me. I couldn’t even believe my eyes. No police, no fire department, and I was the first person to call 911.
With cars going 75 mph, one second later and I almost certainly would have been involved in one of those crashes. I think about that moment all the time and feel so lucky that I avoided it so narrowly.















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