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I got better, though.
Worth it.
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Anyway,
my friend was at a party in Brazil at a friend's mansion. The friend's dad is a high up dude in the Coca-Cola company, so apparently he was loaded. So, they were all partying on the pool on the roof of the place listening to music, drinking, and such.
There was a wall surrounding the pool, but it was just low enough to get on top of, so everyone apparently sat on the wall and continued partying. At some point this dude my friend knew started singing along to Nsync's "Bye Bye Bye" song and did the hand movement for it and.. toppled over the edge of the wall and died when he hit the ground.
that is terrible
but I laughed
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That's kinda sad.
Also holy fuck Pony. That is going to give me nightmares.
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fun fact: that's not the most horrific death i've seen!
When I was around 7 or 8, my mom was downstairs watching TV. I was in my room upstairs, I grabbed a donut from the kitchen (I didn't even like donuts) and was on the top of the stairs when my dad drove through our garage and into the stairwell at full speed. He said the gas just stuck or something. The railing shot off and landed right in from of my mom on the couch. Only the top 4 stairs were left.
Pretty sure without that donut I'd have been dead either on the stairs or impaled by the railing or not walking for the rest of my life.
I mean I've seen someone die from massively bleeding out of every orifice, but that kid thing makes that sound pretty tame. I don't even want to know what could be worse than that
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We talked it out later, best as she could speak, and no charges were pressed. She was on a liquid diet for a while though. Made me very scared of myself for a long while.
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My story:
I am going to preface this by saying that I am an extremely competent rider, and skilled enough to know my limits and the limits of the quad I'm riding.
At the time I rode a 400cc Honda. rear paddles, aftermarket exhaust, re-sized sprocket, etc. Most of the stuff you usually want to do if you're in the dunes a lot. These are things that provide optimal power for sandy conditions.
There was a hill. Something like 5, maybe 600 feet tall from the lowest point. Of course, this is the point you want to clime the hill from because why the fuck not?
Now this hill didn't have a low-slope. It wasn't exactly straight up either. It curved back for the top 70 feet. I don't know what the fuck kind of sand wizard voodoo has to happen for a dune to look like this, but it did.
I feel fairly confident looking at it, as I'd watched a few other people go up it without incident.
Getting a decent run I get into 4th gear (the highest) before the foot of the hill, and, as I ascend, slowly start dropping gears to second, to keep my RPM up.
Nearing the part of the hill that bends back upon itself and the space-time continuum, I start feeling the quad losing power.
No problem, I think to myself. I'll just shift into first and turn around, done it before, easy.
I shift, and hear the engine rev a lot higher.
Fuck. Bad.
It slipped into neutral instead of shifting to first. Something that happened rather infrequently on the quad I was riding.
Still having a little momentum left, of course, I try my best to turn, and shift into first while doing so.
No dice.
I can feel the front end start to pull up, and start seeing less sand than sky.
I know that at this height, if I hold on, and it rolls, I will, at worst, die, at best, have most of my ribs and at least one appendage destroyed.
I try and shove myself off the side of the quad. Shoelace, unknown to me, lodged around part of the foot peg. This is not a good thing.
Side evacuation foiled, quad still pulling back and at the point of no return, a last ditch effort is made.
I throw myself off the back of the quad, pulling my shoelace free in the process, hoping, praying, that I will have enough time to roll out of the way before this thing drops down on top of me.
For the record, I did not.
Now, the position of my body was not a good one. I was on my back. Staring up at the quad, now balanced mostly on its rear-left wheel, as it slowly eclipsed the sun, now well past the point of "this shit is coming down."
The following happened in this order:
Thud.
Everything goes black.
Not because I blacked out, no, but because there was now a several-hundred pound death machine on top of me, and my face was quite literally buried in the sand.
There is a rather sharp pain as one side of the handlebars, with a few hundred pounds of weight behind it, comes crashing down into my upper-arm.
Rear bumper lands on my leg.
An eternity of not being able to breathe, that was, in fact, only about 2 seconds.
Physics worked its magic and the quad kept rolling, not on its wheels, no, but as a boulder would roll down a mountain.
After pulling myself out of the sand and being checked over (one of the people we were with is an EMT),
I look down the hill.
It landed right side up 8-)
I am unscarred, save for an annoyingly large muscle knot and bruise on my arm.
Half a foot to the left, and the handlebars would have come straight down through my goggles, destroying my face and, more importantly, my brain.
It took something like 8 months before I was able to work up the nerve to try that hill again.
I made it.
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But I have put pretty much everything in my life ever, all my knowledge and all my physical conditioning is in my hands and feet playing piano. It is the one thing I am excellent at and I have worked so goddamn hard at that.
So my biggest fear isn't really death but getting injured in a way that I can't play anymore. Death at least it'd be over. But living my life without being able to do the one thing I've worked my ass off to do? The one thing I'm good at, and something I've banked my entire future on being able to continue doing? Man I'd probably end it myself at that point 'cause god I don't even know what I could do after that.
it was a baby
but
if the dude living below me doesn't stop hammering nails into the wall at this time of night I'm gonna have a whole new death story
she lived in the middle of NOWHERE. i got lost on the way there. after a long weekend, i had to drive back for school. there was also a shitstorm of a blizzard going on then.
i was in a rush so i was going i think 45 even in the thick snow. like a dumbass, i lost control and spun ass-backwards across the lanes. i hit a snowbank, and it knocked several speakers and panels loose.
i spent 12 minutes getting it back on the road and headed the right direction. i went 15 the rest of the way until mass where the snowing stopped.
shit was fucked yo
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Holy crap
Um, I guess I was technically dead at birth
I was born by ceasarian because a: I was coming out in a really weird position (like, almost sideways) and b: the umbilical cord was wrapped around my neck.
Other than that, well, I wouldn't exactly say I've lead a sheltered life, but I've never come near death... I did nearly lose an eye once .at like 4 years old. I was pushed off a double-decker bed by my (now ex) stepfather while holding a glass of milk glass smashed and i landed on a piece just above my right eye. Still got the scar.
Oh boy. That guy. From what little I remember, he once locked me in a washing machine.
And blamed me.
My sister is the one with all the anecdotes, since she was old enough to remember them. But yeah, not a nice guy.
He got sent to jail for a while for reasons that I don't know.
So I was driving to Track practice my Jr. Year of high school. Practice was at the middle school about 10 miles away from the High School, the area has many trees. So about a week before this my mom gave my sister and I these stupid little guardian angel clip things to put on the visors of our car, the little angel had a banned that said "Drive Safe". So on my way to track I dropped my phone on the floor of my car, I bend to pick it up and am fishing around for it, not looking at the road. Something hits my head, I look up and swerve away barely from hitting a tree dead on at 50 mph. The thing that hit me? The cheap clip on the dollar store angel broke and the angel fell on me causing me to look up.
When I was in hospital getting my fractured pinkie fixed up (it was serious okay) there was a girl about 12 or 13 years old on the other side of the hallway getting told that she would never be able to play violin again after getting her hand run over by a lawnmower. Kind of heartbreaking.
Myself, I have almost fallen down a cliff once and a very steep hill once, and when I was walking back to the guy I was staying with's house at a sports exchange in another city for high school I had my hood up because it was raining a little bit and got some racial slurs yelled at me by a car driving the other way, which then turned around and drove towards me and then a bunch of guys got out but I had already run into some random person's back yard and through the whole block to another street.
We won the softball game the next day though.
Oh and my dad took me out rabbit shooting once with a borrowed rifle and when we were trying to calibrate the scope, we couldn't see where the shots were landing and gave up and took it back to the guy we were staying with, where we realised the barrel was blocked nearly all the way up to the firing chamber. That was a big "oh shit" moment.
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I know this is probably a horrible question to ask, but why the fuck would someone attack someone in their sleep?
And wow, Pony. I can only imagine the kind of scream coming from that child's mother.
Good lord.
When I was 3, my parents and I were walking downtown, my sister in my mother's arm and me holding onto her other hand. I was wriggling a bit trying to explore, I guess, and managed to run out into the street. I would've gotten splattered by a streetcar if my dad hadn't dropped the shopping bags and snatched me away from there.
Another time when I was 10 or so, I was getting geared up for some trick-or-treating with some of my friends over and a friend's mother. I was walking downstairs to meet my mom and sister and managed to slip on the carpeting and slide down. I was a little stunned but I panicked when I realized I couldn't pull myself up. Then I couldn't breathe. I ended up dragging myself a few feet to the bathroom where they were putting on makeup, making these horrible croaking noises to try and ask for my inhaler. I was plenty scared, but the screams of my friend's mom and my own mother were so much worse.
I ended up getting up okay a couple minutes after using the inhaler, but it was still freaky stuff.
I've also been on the subway on three separate occasions during a suicide. Never saw the gory details, but my feelings and those of the operators seemed to go from shocked at the first time, somewhat indifferent at the second one, and then pissed off at the third suicide, with people actually saying loudly "I can't believe someone had to go and do a thing like that!" and an operator yelling "GET DOWNSTAIRS, PEOPLE, SOME ASSHOLE JUST WENT AND JUMPED."
Funnily enough, it was at the same station each time.
early evening, after a day of surfing, we pulled up around a block away
to witness a woman in her 20s jumping from a high rise building to her death
she wasn't in one piece after she hit the ground. and she didn't die straight away either
that will stay with me til I die
god damn
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But there is one thing that has stayed with me for years. In my local pub a few years ago, there was this young woman who had just recovered from a heavy bout of drug induced psychosis and all kinds of other problems. She used to just hang out in the pub and chat to random people, saying she wanted to make friends and get her life in order. She acted a little strange, but I had quite a lot of respect for her for her positive attitude. A few times she came and sat with us and just talked and talked and talked and talked. Yeah, she was odd. But we humoured her as she was essentially a nice person who had a lot of problems. And she never did or said anything inappropriate.
But a lot of other people in the pub used to make fun of her and talk about her behind her back. And by behind her back, I mean.. like.. behind her. Not really giving a shit if she heard. And there was this one evening where she sat down with a big group of people and started chatting away with them. All of them looked uncomfortable but in that "isn't this funny! She is wierd! kinda way" but the woman looked really happy to be chatting to a big group.
But when she got up to go to the toilet, the big group moved tables to get away from her. And when she came back, her reaction was horrible. She was upset, embarrased. As expected. And people just basically laughed at her. It was appauling.
I found out a couple of weeks later in our local paper that she went home and hanged herself that night.
I know it's not my fault, and that I am not a massive douchebag like a lot of other people were in that place, but still. I always fucking wish that I had been more friendly and most of all I wish that I had followed her out that night and tried to console her.
I am a much nicer and more accepting person because of that experience.
And I stopped going to that pub. Those people should be fucking ashamed of themselves.
You're cursed with immortality and having a death aura which causes people around you to suffer crazy-inopportune deaths.
My guess is you're thousands of years old and have been cursed by some or all of the Greek gods.
So.
Might want to get that looked at.
which i figure some of you might morbidly want to hear
but i will spoiler it because it's pretty awful even for this thread
i'm walking in the same direction as traffic on my side (but i'm on the sidewalk, so this isn't dangerous) when suddenly i hear the squeal of someone's brakes to my left
now, it's winter. people skid and slide and shit all the time, so hearing screeching brakes is not uncommon. but, like anyone else, i still look over.
i basically see a head-on collision in progress. someone from the other side was trying to pass someone or change lanes or something (i didn't really see how they came to be in the wrong lane) had a header with a person in the lane beside me.
both cars slammed into each other at a pretty good speed, brakes be damned. it wasn't the worst header i've ever seen (that might be another story for another time) but it was a pretty bad one.
now, normally when i see a car accident, i'm one of the first people to drop what they are doing, rush over, and start helping people. i have first aid training, and some pretty advanced medical knowledge beyond that, so i try to help.
not this time
this time i stood on the sidewalk and watched silently.
why?
because in the back of the car in the lane next to me, i saw a baby seat. it was in the passenger's-side back seat of the car, so i saw it from my side of the road. i didn't actually see a baby in this seat, mind you, because i was far enough away and there was enough fog on the windows that i didn't see it too clearly
but what i did see, at the moment of impact when i looked over, was the white baby seat slamming forward into the passenger's seat behind it. You know how baby seats lock in at the bottom, and the top? well, obviously this seat was not secured at the top properly, or the piece broke, or something because it just titled straight forward, smashed into the passenger's seat at basically the speed of the crash itself, and then swung back to where it was
i didn't see a baby in it, i couldn't. not from where i was standing. so, i thought to myself, maybe it was empty? maybe that's why it wasn't secured properly.
but then i could see through the window at the back of the passenger's seat, and all i could see was blood.
so i stood there, frozen. i would like to think that in a time of crisis, i'm a man of action who will rise to the occasion and do what must be done. and most of the time, this is true! there's been other car accidents and other situations where people were hurt or in danger, and i was a first responder.
but not this time. this time, all i could fixate on was the image in my head of the baby seat slamming forward, and the blood on the passenger's seat.
so i just stood there. i knew i should go over there to help, but i couldn't. i didn't want to see what happened. i didn't want to be a part of that situation. i wanted my legs to move but they just stood there, and my hands firmly clutched my grocery bags.
fortunately for the people involved in the crash, other people around the area didn't freeze up like i did. traffic stopped, couple people got out of their cars, and a guy from the Wendy's ran out with a phone in his hand telling people he'd called 911.
i saw a man and a woman who ran from my side of the street run over to the passenger's side of the car, and they looked in the windows to see if someone was hurt. when they got to the back seat, they both just stood there, and stopped moving so franticly. then they quietly walked over to the other side of the car, where another guy was helping the woman who was driving the car out.
(as an aside people, in a car accident like this, don't move people. unless the car is on fire or something, which in this case it wasn't, don't move people from the car. leave them there, and perform first aid to the best of your ability till an ambulance arrives)
but, in this case, maybe the people helping her out of the car saw the back seat, and wanted to get her out of there asap? i don't know, all i know is when she got out of the car, bewildered looking and with her nose bleeding, eventually she got her bearings, and immediately turned around and shouted "PATRICK" and looked back in the car, while people tried to stop her from doing so
then, she just
started
screaming
now let me tell you something about the noises human beings make. everybody has heard people screaming before. everybody knows what it sounds like to hear someone scream out in pain, or fear, or panic.
but let me tell you something, the sort of wailing a person does in that situation is not a noise you hear before, and nothing prepares you for it.
she just started making this loud, high pitched screeching that you don't even think can come out of a human being. and she's screaming so hard that she will go long periods of her mouth just gaping open, no noise coming out, as she's literally screamed all the air out of her lungs and can't stop screaming to breath back in.
then she'll gasp, and start screeching again. it was awful. it's like i said before, watching people have to deal with death is way, way worse for me than having to deal with death.
so i just stood there. numb, quiet, un-moving. i just watched everything happen. at the time, i had convinced myself i was the kind of person who didn't care about this sort of thing, that my cold numbness was a lack of emotional connection to the events i just saw, that i was the sort of person who just didn't care.
but i cared. it affected me a lot more deeply than i could really understand at the time.
anyway, after a few minutes, i couldn't watch this scene anymore, so i went into the Wendy's across the street and just sat down, and watched for the flashing lights of the police and ambulance and stuff
when i saw that, i walked back out, and gave a statement to the cops (statements are important when you witness a fatal car crash, folks, and the police want as many as they can get)
when i talked, my voice was even and emotionless. i just gave the cop a just-the-facts summary of the incident, and the cop seemed sorta uncomfortable. the way i sounded, the absent way i described everything, i think he just took it as i didn't give a shit about what i just saw, like i had saw it on TV or something.
after that, i went home. i didn't tell anybody i knew about it at the time, and i didn't really think about it until quite some time later, when i started to have nightmares about it.
but, as i started to address these sorts of issues in the last couple years or so, it's an incident that's come up and i thought a lot about why i reacted the way i did, and stuff.
this is actually the first time i've talked about it online, even though it only happened a few years ago and it was during my time posting here.
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That reminds me of one from when I was in about 4th or 5th grade.
On the blacktop at my school a year or so before they'd painted a big map of the US in the space between the 4square ( actually circles o_O) courts. For whatever reason, the yellow paint used on some of the states got really slick when when it rained. We'd entertain ourselves in recess by running across the map the sliding on the yellow states. This particular day I was making a run at Tennessee, when right as I hit the part where I slide, this other kid decided to do a cartwheel in my direction. So I'm sliding and can't stop, and his whirling foot kicks me in the chest and knocks me down. It knocks the wind out of me. I stand up and breath in, then find out, I can't breath out.
I'm standing there in this group of kids asking if I'm okay, and all I can manage is this really pathetic squeaking noise. I was able to breathe in a couple more times when I felt short of air, but couldn't breathe out still for about a minute. I was at the point where i felt like my lungs were completely full when finally whatever was wrong released.
That's probably the closest I've felt to death in an immediate sense.
A long, very sharp knife which frankly should not have been in the dishwasher in the first place was pinned in place by virtue of its length. The tip was trapped in the upper drawer, so when I was pulling the lower drawer, it stuck, so I pulled harder. And harder. And then ping, it came whooshing out, as did the knife. It cartwheeled through the air and embedded itself firmly in the cupboard door behind me. As it passed, I felt it skim my throat, although I hadn't been cut.
About half an hour later my Dad found sitting on the floor, still in shock.
Killing myself unloading the dishwasher would not have been a warrior's death.
oh no
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I am emotionally hyper sensative to unfortunate things happening involving children.
So, going into this, I knew I probably shouldn't have read it.
Yep.
Shouldn't have read that.
My mate invited me to a party in a town not too far from ours. Our home town is considered quite rough, especially compared to this one, so we expected a nice chilled out night with nobody starting fights for once. We just like to drink and party we aren't violent but getting in fights seems to be random a lot of the time.
In this case, we go to the party and its pretty good. Big house, chilled out. We go hide our beer out back (if you put it in the fridge, SOMEONE will drink it) and head inside. The only people that don't seem to be having a good time are about 8 guys dominating the living room, so we steer clear of them - let them be assholes on their own - were here for a good time.
After a while, the usual happens, we find a couple of girls etc and I use one of the rooms upstairs. Were just about to leave when the inevitable happens.
"alright mate"
Its one of those guys. His friends as well. Theyre chavs. Bloody great chavs. Instead of having a problem with me one on one, hes decided his friends are going to tag along. He hits me. They hit me. I'm used to getting punch though, and they seem worried that I didnt go down. But its still 8 against me, and I can't run, so I just have a laugh while they beat me. If you hit them back, they'll use weapons. Thats what theyre like. Odds are, if I'd try to fight the 8 guys (which I wouldn't have been able to do) it would end up much worse and I could get knifed or something unpleasant so I just let it happen.
I'm still concious when they finish, so I hobble downstairs and to the taxi. They're not done with me. I get kicked to the pavement and they kick and stamp and punch and I black. This all didn't hurt so much because I was pretty drunk, but still sober enough to realise I was in a fair bit of trouble. When I wake up my buddy is in the taxi and I'm on my back watching the stars. They hadn't put me in the taxi because he was afraid i'd cough blood. He did wait for free though, what a nice man.
Turns out it was one of the guys sister or something, I never really understood or cared. The following morning I had a couple of bruises and a swollen face but all in all, it wasnt that bad. It could've been far, far worse. That was probablyt he most savage beating I've had, though, and one of the closes to death.