80 Life-or-Death Moments When Gut Feelings Became Unshakeable Lifelines
Sidenote, often during the visits, they’d have me blow into a tube hooked up to a computer to check my lung strength or capacity or something. It was synced to a three little pigs animation, and the harder you blew, the more houses would fall down. It was good if you could get the brick house down.
So we tell the doctor that I’m having a hard time breathing, they take me to the lung test, and I can’t even get the first house down. They rush me to a bed, are checking my blood pressure, which is going down fast. They put me on oxygen, and do two shots of epinephrine, an adrenaline type shot that gets your heart pumping. They told my dad to call my mom because they weren’t sure if I’d make it.
Turns out I did make it, and I’m not allowed to get allergy shots anymore, and since I was only 4 of the 5 years, my allergies are still here, and it’s annoying as ever.
That’s my story of how I almost died, but survived almost solely because I stayed longer than I needed to even though I had the opportunity to leave the clinic. Had we left, I would have been a couple miles away from the clinic and who knows if there would have been time to get back or know what was wrong.
Just after I turned 21, my best friend wanted me to go out with him on St Pattys day to bar hop. There is nothing that prevented me from going, I had to work the next day but that never stopped me before. My gut told me no. I declined. A few days later I ran into his ex, and he had an accident, got his cousin to go with him. He ended up off the road, hit a ditch and flipped the car several times, his cousin died and he lived.
Might not have died, but a serious injury was close. Made a wrong manœuvre while landing with my parachute after a skydiving jump. Found myself at low altitude going with the wind instead of against the wind at quite a high speed. Managed to go with side wind still (second wrong manœuvre due to slight panic). Last second just before impact I remembered to put my legs together and slightly bend my knees, a tip I got from a more experienced skydiver after some other student broke his ankle. I fell on my side, my parachute dragged me for a few meters, but besides a dirty suit and a scare I didn’t have anything. Others who saw my hurrendous landing had already jumped into the van to come see if I was OK.
It was my 15th jump, 8th solo jump. Not jumping anymore.
I was walking my dog around 11:30 PM some months ago. I had studied all day for my midfinals and needed some fresh air. I headed towards our local park and met up with one of my neighbours. We talked for a bit. Mid conversation I spot a man walking into the park, clothes blacked out, no dog with him. At that time, you were only allowed to be out of house to walk your dog or for medical reasons. Strange, I thought.
When I finished my conversation with the neighbour, I noticed the SAME man, walking the SAME path, heading into the park. A few minutes had passed since I first saw him, so I thought to myself, something is not right here. I decided to take a different route, not in the park.
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