A near death experience...

[Dragonlord11_7]

I've had alot of near-death experiences, being a klutz. I've almost drowned about 5 times. Swallowed a penny (heavy metal poisoning i think), rear ended (i was sitting in the 3rd row, uber close to car) but survived thanks to Mercedes quality. My most recent one was when I was in London. We were going to the very same museum where the first bomb went off, but got stuck in traffic. We woulda have been near the bomb were it not for the traffic.

 

[Towncrier]

I know two people who passed away on TWA 800--my friend and his father. The rest of the family had gone ahead of them to Paris, so they were not on that flight. It's amazing how such little decisions can end up making such a big difference later on.

How sad. When they announced that three people from Ohio had perished on TWA 800, I wondered to myself "what are the odds that I'll know someone". Unfortunately, I knew the parents of one of the men killed on that flight as they were members of our church. And it just so happened that the man who died graduated from the same college as I did the same year that I did (although I never met him in person as far as I know). When I saw the name Akerstrom, my heart sank. He left behind a wife and two young children.

As far as near death experiences, I saved my brother from being run over by a truck. We were on our way to school on a winter day. As we started to cross the street, a large truck turned the corner. My brother slipped and fell as he tried to stop from crossing the street. I ran at him as fast as I could and grabbed him. The two of us slid across the street and out of harms way.

 

[ead79]

cstraub, thank you. We weren't especially close friends, but we had gone to middle school together, then went to the same high school for our freshman year. We didn't see much of each other in high school (it was a big high school and we were in different classes), but his death was still such a shock and my heart just broke for his siblings and mom who survived.

How sad. When they announced that three people from Ohio had perished on TWA 800, I wondered to myself "what are the odds that I'll know someone". Unfortunately, I knew the parents of one of the men killed on that flight as they were members of our church. And it just so happened that the man who died graduated from the same college as I did the same year that I did (although I never met him in person as far as I know). When I saw the name Akerstrom, my heart sank. He left behind a wife and two young children.

It's interesting that you should mention that. For some odd reason, my mom and I were transfixed by the news about the flight 800 crash, even though since it was early in the coverage they weren't releasing victims' names yet. We stayed up half the night before finally going to bed. The next day my friend called me and said that she though that Ashton was killed in the crash. At first we weren't sure it was him, but when we saw his dad's name listed as a victim too we knew it was him for sure (his dad's name is pretty distinctive--Lamar). It was so shocking. As a teenager I never thought I was bullet-proof, as they often say about teens. I knew early on that something terrible can happen to anyone. As it so happens, I lost another friend from high school in a plane crash a couple of years later (the Korean Air crash). Both of them died before they were even 18 years old.

I'm happy to say that my friends' family is doing very well now. His siblings are doing very well, and his mom has remarried. They were actually featured on a Dateline NBC special that was really moving.

 

[OK!]

Whenever I book airline tickets I always wonder if I am sealing my fate. So far I've picked right but the thought is always there especially after reading a story like yours.

I do the same thing, even going so far as to (I can't believe I'm admitting this) paying attention to the flight number and wondering if it sounded like a flight number that might be found in a headline, e.g. after a crash. I'd never had a concrete reason for this but after we lost 2 family members on the Chalk's seaplane crash last December off of Miami, the thought enters my head a little more.

My experience was in ninth grade while I was being treated for a routine UTI. I was given a sulfa-based drug I'd never taken before, and when I didn't respond to treatment in a reasonable amount of time, the doctor upped the dosage slightly. I soon started experiencing crushing fatigue (I lay in bed one night debating for 45 minutes about whether I could physically get up and walk across the room to get a drink of water), breathing problems, and nausea so severe I'd throw up if I even smelled food. I vaguely remember going to the hospital for a chest x-ray, but apparently I kept losing consciousness in the wheelchair. I think it was soon after that that I started running a super-high fever (something like 104-105) and broke out in a disgusting rash over my entire body, and evidently had some other problems that were even more gross that were uncovered during another doctor's visit, but I was asleep and don't remember them (thankfully) and my mom said she'd spare me the details. At any rate, after some more aggressive treatment (because I was on the verge of suffering brain damage as a result of having the high fever for so long), they were able to get things under control, but I was advised to immediately tell any doctors I see in the future about the severe sulfa allergy. I usually ask them to put it in all caps with several exclamation points if possible.

 

[hlbtimes2]

I almost bled to death delivering my first child. I had an induction that went bad, and became a c-section. My uterus wouldnt contact after the delivery, and I was loosing a lot of blood. They gave me 2 units of blood and scheduled the OR for a hysterectomy. Thankfully the nurse was able to get the bleeding under control before the hysterectomy so they canceled. I was in and out of consciousness for a couple of hours while this all went on. I would come to and hear what was going on, but it was like it was happening to someone else. I remember coming to and seeing my husband sitting next to me crying. He was sure he was going to loose me, and had no idea how he was going to raise a new baby on his own. I remember feeling someone near my right shoulder, but in the pictures there isnt anyone there. I think it was my grandmother coming to watch over me.

 

[ryanmilla]

Well, mine doesn't even come close to comparing to some of the tales already told here and it seems that a lot of people in my area have similar tales, but here goes.

I, along with other people from my company, were scheduled to meet with Morgan Stanley to propose the sale of our Internet Startup company on September 11th, 2001. Our meeting was scheduled at 8:30am on the 64th floor of Tower 2. Our boss decided to reschedule the meeting to Wednesday the 12th two days earlier.