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Age 6...put my hand through a screen door window...nicked an artery and severed alot of nerves and a few muscles...6 hours of surgery and 58 stitches later I could use my hand about 98%...lost some feeling in my pinkie finger...
In the Southeast Pacific, lies the sunken city of R'Leyh. There lies C'thulhu waits to return to our world with the other Great Old Ones. A hideous creature of enormous size and alien power, it waits for it's time to return patiently. For it has all the time in the world while it waits for the stars.
Super Tornado outbreak of 73, one twister hit 1/2 block from our house.
Summer 80, I wrecked on my bike. I accidentally hit the brakes in a turn, the bike threw me on the curb and broke my femur. A few inches more,and I would have been paralyzed. Spent the summer in traction and a body cast, missed the first 6 weeks of high school.
Super outbreak of 89 I was in college and was getting over to the union building which had a basement. I was knee deep in water and had lightening all around me.
Last edited by mitchedwards; Apr 15, '08, 8:01 AM.
I think the biggest scare for me was in college. I was in a fraternity and we had a pledge who was older than a normal college student and was an ex-policeman. I didn't particularly care for him because he was extremely arrogant but I wasn't mean to him, just didn't hang around him.
One evening there was a party and he was either extremely drunk or stoned (I don't know which because I was not around him) but he was being obnoxious and slurred speech. I noticed he had his police revolver in his hand for some reason and I asked him to put the gun down. Next thing I know he points the gun straight at me and tells me to make him. I can't even explain how scary the situation was....I didn't know if the gun was loaded or not, he was beyond intoxicated, and I had no idea what he was going to do. Thankfully, someone talked him into putting the gun down and it was loaded!!!
I wanted to call the police but was peer pressured into not doing it. A few days later, I demanded he be blackballed as a pledge or I was leaving. Although some people thought I was going a bit overboard I had enough support and we promptly showed him the door.
"The farther we go, the more the ultimate explanation recedes from us, and all we have left is faith."
~Vaclav Hlavaty
So back in 87 I'm sitting on the side of the road changing a tire on Route 28 which is the road that runs out to the Cape Cod portion of Massacusetts. It's summer so it's pretty busy. My wife has a 16 passenger van parked behind me and is watching me change the tire. She decides to move from between the two vehicles and stand to the side so the traffic can see someone and be aware we are there. As she does a car rear ends the van which in turn hits my car,(and me as well), I end up in the far left lane after being knocked all the way across the highway with my left side of my jeans completely ripped off. I had skidded about 30-40 feet on my left leg and road burned everything off from my knee to about 5 inches above my ankle. The guy that hit me had a massive heart attack and was foot to the floor for over half a mile. They estimate he was doing over 85 mph when he hit me. The rest of the traffic had stopped only because no one had wanted to pass him because of the erratic driving, otherwise I would have been hit by the passing cars when I was knocked into the highway and probably killed. The tire I was holding in my hands at the time had been driven into my legs so hard I had the treads from the tire bruised across my thighs for over two weeks. The man that hit me died, though they think he may have been dead before he hit me from the heart attack. He was in a Dodge Omni, a small hatch back, he had moved a parked 16 passenger van, and my Dodge Aries K car over 40 feet. When they removed him from the car they did so through the hatchback, because it was the only section not embedded in the van. He was still in the bucket seat which had been ripped from the floor and pushed through the back seat into the hatch area. Incredibly there was almost no blood at all in his car. He barely had a scratch on him. I now never let my AAA membership expire. I will never change another tire on the side of the road ever. I have used up my one chance now I let someone else do it.
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