𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐

OP thanks for the story; you really made me laugh with your description of falling off the wall like “rainbow colored bricks.” Yeah many of us have diced with danger. Hitchhiking back in the 70s brought me in contact with some shady characters. Meeting strangers at a party is classic.

Different type of memory. I'm five. I'm in our living room. Nobody else is in the apartment, except for my mom who's drying her hair in the bathroom. I'm eating some candy. Suddenly, it gets lodged in my throat and I can't breathe. I can't scream either. I'm about to pass out, when all of a sudden, I manage to violently cough the candy out. My life almost ended at five. I'm so grateful I could reach the age of 45, but the memory of that day still haunts me.

[quote] He pulls his car off on to some random dessert road a

Was it cheesecake road?

OP dessert has two s’s because you want two. Desert has one s because you only want one.

Once when I was about 5 or 6 years old my family rented a beach cottage across the road from the beach with another family from our hometown - it was an uncrowded area and a short walk from the steps of the cottage through some low sand dunes to the beach.

I don't think I had spent much time in the ocean, and I didn't realize that most people just peed in the water. I had the urge to pee but didn't want to go back to the beach house, so I waited until the urge was so strong I didn't know how long I could hold it. Then I raced out of the water and across the road to the cottage.

But I didn't check the traffic, a car screeched its brakes and narrowly avoided hitting me. It all happened so fast and I was focused on not wetting myself, so I just rushed into the cottage and peed. Luckily the driver of the car didn't stop or make a scene, and a couple of minutes later I was back at the beach.

My mother had noticed that I was gone but hadn't heard the car breaks screech. I think it was then she told me it would have been fine to pee in the ocean water.

I still think sometimes what a miracle it was that I was not hit by that car. (And that I was kind of naive not to realize everyone peed in the ocean.)

Did you get the aids?

[quote] a totally desolate dessert

Was it meringue?

With as many men I've been with, I didn't have any close calls with any of them. (Yes, I'm a whore.)

I suppose you could call parachuting from a plane, hang gliding, climbing a mountain, driving over 100 MPH, walking late at night in NYC, etc. as possible brushes with death.

Though I did have a situation similar to the one R2 wrote about - when I choked on a ribbon on my Easter outfit (when I was about 4) and my great grandmother pulled the ribbon out of my throat. Could this be why I don't have a gag reflex?

Well, there was that time I made a porno with Luka Magnotta.

Getting caught in a riptide at the beach. Hard to understand how scary it is until it happens.

R10 Yeah I once swam too far into the ocean and on the way back to the shore gulped a bunch of sea water and was absolutely exhausted - if there wasn’t that buoy that I was able to grasp onto with my last ounce of strength, I would have definitely drown

I was taking a lefthand turn onto a busy road, with my brothernin the passenger seat. A semi truck was barrelling towards us but had its turn signal on, so I went ahead and took the left hand turn, thinking the truck was about to turn right. He didnt turn at all, just drove straight ahead and we almost collided. I saw him in my rearview, he stopped the truck and jumped out in the middle of a busy road and was screaming at me. I always hesitate to turn when an oncoming car has its turn signal on.

You should have stayed there, OP. Death is not even an option.

I'm 2 years and 3 months older than my younger brother. I remember my mother changing him in a bassinet and I was on the floor underneath.

I'm guessing he was around a year; maybe less? so this goes back pretty far.

I picked up a hanger and put it in an electric socket; BIG BLUE FLASH;

the guys at my dad's office the next day after he told the story said: your kid got real lucky.

there were other instances; a lot of times I walked away from a bully; often, I thought I should try to have the My Bodyguard moment where the kid bloodies Matt Dillon's nose.

But those are movies. I played it safe.

no, not a bassinet.

It was changing table, duh.