80 Life-or-Death Moments When Gut Feelings Became Unshakeable Lifelines
Meanwhile I had made a new friend that night, the first time I saw him I felt like I should talk to him. Turns out he drove there alone and was staying sober to drive home. By 5 am everyone was talking about grabbing an after party coffee and some snacks. People were piling into cars. I told my friend one last time I wouldn’t drive with H. I got in the car with my new friend, knowing he was 100% sober. We pulled out onto the country road, as it snaked through the trees. H came speeding out and passed us way too quickly. As we drove around the next corner we went through a cloud of dust and debris.
H’s car was wrapped around a telephone pole. 2 of the 4 passengers were dead, including the kid who got in the seat I would have been in. My friend was alive but has permanent injuries to this day.
Edit: I appreciate everyone listening to my story, please don’t drink and drive, please help your friends realize how much damage it can cause.
A few years ago, I had a cold that just was not getting better over the course of a week. I was exhausted all the time, taking time off work because the incessant coughing made me puke a couple times, and just overall feeling worse than I had in years.
One night, I realized I was having pain in my chest while breathing. Generally that’s a “seek medical help immediately” thing, but it was already getting late and I would have had to drive myself to the hospital (I’m the only one with a license in my house). I decided to wait til the next morning. I didn’t want to make a huge fuss or have people worry about me, and I thought going to the ER for “just a cold” would waste hospital resources and my own money.
But as I laid in bed trying to sleep, I suddenly started getting extremely anxious about my condition. It shouldn’t hurt that much just to breathe. I told my partner I was going to the hospital just to be safe, and we both hopped in the car.
Double pneumonia.
I was only in the hospital a couple of days after that, but it could have killed me if it went untreated. I don’t wanna think about what would’ve happened if I went to bed that night.
Basically the lesson I got from it was hospital bills and possibly bothering people are better than risking death. I’ve been far more adamant with myself and others seeking care after this experience.
A s******l kid tried to k**l himself by crashing into my car head on. At the last second I veered right (US) and jumped the curb. He was still able to adjust and smack me pretty good, but nothing like a head on collision.
I was running down escalators to catch a train during winter and happened to slip on some ice on the platform. I slid quite fast on my b*m, and I ended up getting stuck in the middle of a train and the plantform, thigh high. I couldn’t get myself out because of the awkward position, and called for help. The platform was full of people who just stared.
I was pulled out by a drunk person JUST before the train started moving. Had a pulled hamstring and cuts and bruises in my arms and hands.
Still get quite angry thinking about the bystanders not doing anything but gape.
I was driving on the highway one morning, fog was super dense. I had the headlights on and was probably going about 50-60 mph. There was a red Honda behind me that wasn’t quite riding my a*s, but was maybe a little closer than I would have preferred him to be given the weather.
Suddenly, my hands are moving on their own and abruptly jerking the steering wheel into the lane to my left. No brakes. No mirror or blind spot check. I remember thinking to myself, “Why the hell did I do that?” As I look back over to my right in time to see the Honda that was previously directly behind me slam at full speed into a 3, maybe 4 car pileup that I didn’t even realize was in front of me. I missed it by maybe half a second.
Still don’t know what it was that kicked my reflexes off but I’d probably be either dead or crippled for life if they hadn’t.
About ten years ago, my mom and I stopped at Taco Bell for lunch. I was driving and she was the passenger. I parked my pickup truck with my front end facing the street, in front of an electrical post.
I thought we were eating in, but my mom said no, let’s order to go. She told me what she wanted and said she’d wait for me in the truck.
For some reason, i just did not want to leave her there. I was insistent that she come in with me. “What if i get the order wrong?” I said. “Come on, just come in with me.” Mind you, i was like 20-21 at the time, plenty old enough to go in a restaurant order on my own. But something just told me she had to come too.
She relented and came in with me. I had just barely finished placing the order when i heard a strange sound outside behind me. The cashier taking my order looked outside right after returning my debit card and says “wow, that crash looks bad!”
I turned around and it turns out that a drunk driver (at 2PM on a Wednesday) zoomed down the wrong side of the road and slammed into the post i was parked in front of. The driver died on impact. The post collapsed and crushed the cab of my truck on the passenger side.
