when i was 9 i walking down a very narrow trail on the mountain side to go fishing in the river below. my dad was behind me. i got a bit to close to the edge and the ground collapsed under me. don't ask me how but as i fell through i was able to grab some roots as my dad yelled my name. he hoisted me up. had i been alone i would not have been able to hoist myself up and i would have fallen probably 50 feet on the rocks below and into the river. my dad gave me a hug and told me not to tell mom of this incident

I was born premature and in the days after my birth my parents and the doctors weren’t sure if I would survive so they baptised me in the hospital. Thankfully, I grew healthy and here I am.

7 years old, on summer break, Mom yells "look both ways."
She and her friend are now 2 blocks behind us.

My friend & I cross
a fast inner city through-road,
on our bikes.
No one looks Left or Right.

Roar of rubber on asphalt....BANG.

I was 2 seconds ahead of him. 2 seconds decided he'd get hit, instead of me.

He shattered the windshield of a giant 70s Cadillac with his head, in a 35 zone.
Rushed to a children's hospital like St. Jude's with a fractured skull.
Spent 2 weeks, then made a surprise visit on his release.
I was so happy to have my friend back alive.

40 years later, I've no memory beyond standing over his unconscious body, tangled in the bike frame,
thinking: "so this is what a dead person looks like."
Then came a mournful wail of distant sirens: firetrucks. That's where everything goes blank.

Death brushed past us, that sunny day; then carried on.
Reminding 2 foolish boys that no one is too young to be taken.


We were incredibly fortunate.

My best friend looked up to me; followed my lead. And I lead him into that.
I still carry the weight of that responsibility to this day.

I had a dka incident where my sugars went down to 56 if they wouldn't have got it back up I probably would have went into a coma and died.
At the same time I had pneumonia and sepsis.
That was November 2025

I walked up Mount Snowdon in the summer. At the top i could only see a few inches ahead as the mist waa so thick. I looked down and realised i was standing on the edge of a broken 4snowpile and my footprints were the only ones there. If I'd not looked down and taken another step, I'd have gone over.

I was raped and beaten, back in 1994. went to the police and hospital. Terrified that I had caught AIDS, which was the big bad scary thing for my generation.

3 months of, pretty much, being a basket case and thinking that I was going to die. Thankfully everything came back as clear and I could rebuild my life.

When I had cancer and lost 85 pounds in 4 months and couldn’t use a feeding tube because everything came right back up

I've had two close encounters with the worlds #2 most dangerous snake. Once when I was like 5 and it slithered across my foot. Another when I was a teen, throwing rock at the beach and the snake was under the rock.

They told me my heart stopped for 3-5 minutes when I was having surgery. When I was 8.

I fell of the Jetty on my bike narrowly missing a rusted sharp pole. A few months after the surgery.

I hit a truck on my motorcycle in 84 and had internal bleeding in 2013 that was no fun felt weak and sick but recovered. Was finally given 2 units of blood and was amazed how it brought me back to life so quickly

1. Crossed a rail track while the train was coming with full speed and was just 100 meters. I just escaped with 1 or less meter, felt the gust.
2. During my illness when I was almost unconscious, my mother saw some men in black robes standing besides my bed in the day time.
3. During my first brain surgery I had out of body experience, saw myself being operated in OT from 10 foot apart.

Death is the truth that we easily forget while living.

I came down with a case of spinal meningitis as a kid. I spent some time in the hospital, but don't remember how much.

The doctors were so sure I was as good as dead that they suggested bringing in a priest to say my last rites

Was born premature, so that was a close one, another time I got stuck in the middle of a wide river during a thunderstorm, while holding onto this post. I was exhausted and my feet and shins and knees were all sliced up from these damned oysters. And I kept getting stung by these jellyfish and the water was really rough. I remember at the time being alright with the idea of being dead, since I was pretty sure the next couple of months were going to be hell, AND THEY WERE!!!! But it was still scary and my body and brain was in total panic, adrenaline survival mode, so the dying would have been awful. But so often in the months to come I was like FOR FUCK SAKE!!! I should have just died in the river and been done with it. All the family problems, the smashed up house I was living in and repairing, my insane cousin, throwing most of the shit I owned away, rehoming most of my pets. Not bashing my cousin's head in with a small baseball bat that I didn't even know I'd picked up, he was going off his head as usual and I was calmly laying things out to him. And then there was the bat in my hand, it felt so safe and calming in my hand. Gripping that wood made me feel calm, my poor wife thought I was going to bash his head in. But nope, I got away from him, my family, the busted up house and we just left. Oh, the neighbours going berserk about the construction noise, that was a laugh. And I could see it all coming while I was clinging onto that post out in the middle of the river with the storm all around. Just die there and I'd be saved from it all, but the storm subsided and I swam back to shore to my friend who thought I'd drowned.

I don't know for sure,but narrowly avoiding being struck by a speeding cab on a crosswalk could have been it.

When I had my psychotic episode, the police were called to perform a "welfare check". I was psychotic and thought they were serial killers. Eventually they broke the door down, found me hiding, and decided to tase me, and because of my psychosis, I thought the taser was a real gun. When they tased me, I thought they shot me and I was in the process of painfully dying. I didn't see any light or see my life flash before my eyes. I did feel a sense of closure and sort of just accepted my fate. Thankfully, it wasn't the end, and I was probably more likely to die when multiple of them were kneeling on me like George Floyd.

I was in a coma for a couple of days thanks to neurosarcoidosis in 2010.

I'm not totally sure. I used to have something they told me was 'vasovagal syncopy' which is a fancy name for fainting.

In reality, my breathing and heartbeat slowly shut down till it turned off. I remember a few odd occurrences, feeling like i was in space, seeing the 'all' of the universe. I've felt the first signs of rigor morits. I've felt what its like to seemingly take a 'first breath '....fyi - it hurts like all fuckery .

I dunno if i ever reached dead Dead, but i know i lost air and hearbeat more than once for a little bit.

Edit: for me, at the time, it was never traumatic - it always happened when i was relaxing. Its like i just relaxed too much and slowly shut down.
It was the switching back on that was the traumatic part.

Having my open-heart surgery. It was a 50/50 chance of survival because I had congestive heart failure unless they replaced my mitral valve.

Since i was 13 i have had cancer. I go for years with nothing showing and then out of the blue it comes back. Twice i have nearly not made it. !st time the stitches came open in the night and i nearly bleed to death.

idk there were probably days and things i was at risk and didn't even know but the closest i ever felt to death was in my 20's..

Being ready to go through with my intrusive thoughts, but snapping out of it at the last second bc my cat needed me.

I called the ER and got help instead.

Had serious breathing problem after surgery

I got caught in a current...it took my shoes. I swam out of it

Had a few close calls with epilepsy and seizures

When I broke my neck in a car accident.

Almost got wiped out by two cyclones / hurricanes.

Fainted at the clinic during treatment.

Running with the bulls in Pamplona - 😳
so I did it again. 🤓

I took a lot of drugs and alcohol. Later I walked into the ocean and got caught by the current.

Accident

I was doing a late night dark moon ritual to the Morrigan. I had some barely cooked steak as an offering to her, and at the end of the ritual, I had a piece along with some red wine.

I did not chew it thoroughly at all, and I almost choked on it. I had to reach into my own throat and pull it out.

Do not recommend.

combat... one or two incidents...

My brother and I both almost drowned at the same time.
We we got too close to a waterfall and got sucked under some rocks.

Sepsis

Birth...

Walk.

My friends and me stole a car when we were 15 and rolled it in a field and down a hill after hitting a tree stump

wandering onto the sw images section 🤮

Actually dying a few times and returning.

My car tried to kill me last year by suddenly bursting into flames very close to me.

Nearly drowned when I was 4 dad wasn't paying attention

I choked on a bite of food. I went two minutes without air. Scared the daylights out of me.

Fat chick fell asleep on top of me

May 30th, 2024

2 slit wrist and 7-9 overdoses.