Have you ever cheated death?

Yes many times during the London Blitz in WW2 when being bombed night and day. Plus being machine gunned in the hopfields and on the evacuee train.

3 years ago I survived serious sepsis I was in an induced coma for a week and all together hospital stay a month my hands and feet were completely black and I was incredibly lucky that I didnt lose any of my body parts

I nearly drowned when I was 4 years old I remember being on my back in the swimming pool going down and down very slowly and trying to reach for the bar to grab onto. My eyes were open and I could see the lights in the ceiling. I heard my mother screaming and a man jumped in and pulled me out.

Alypoole

How do I do that please?

I use my phone for GN. This is how I would start a new post. Click on Forums. Select Health. Top right corner you will see a v in a pink circle. Click on the v and select the instruction to start a new post.

I see I’m not the only poster whose cheating death experience involved being thrown by a horse. Anyone who rides falls off/is thrown at some stage. I only had one serious fall, thrown by a huge hunter type who had a reputation for behaving badly. I lost my hat flying through the air, landed on my head, unconscious, subsequent X-ray showed my top 7 vertebrae bent the wrong way.
Dangerous wonderful thing, riding

You know when they say "Where were you when such and such happened"? Well I can never remember but the one time that I can, it was two days before my eighteenth birthday. My older brother had an electric guitar and this particular day, I decided I was going to have a go with it. My dad had made a "stereogram" (remember those?). I was holding the electric guitar with one arm across the strings as I used my other hand to start a record on the stereogram. The second I touched the arm of the record player, I felt the shock go up my arm, everything when black and I came round on the other side of the room. My mom was in the kitchen and heard a loud noise and rushed into the front room. I remember her saying "Whatever happened?"to which I replied in a dazed fashion, "I dunno". I could have been electrocuted before my 18th birthday. I've always been very careful with electrical appliances since then.

I was coming back from a school field trip with my friend, we were the only 2 taking geography so had made our way to north Wales and home again. My dad was picking us up at Bristol station.
We were having a coffee in Birmingham, it was late evening and few people about, while waiting for our connection when a swarthy little man approached us and asked where we’re we going? We said Bristol and he said no problem, his car was outside and he’d take us. We politely refused but he became persistent. Luckily a Railway person saw him and as he came towards us the guy quickly walked away.
It was a while later when I saw a photo of Fred West that it clicked......

How do I do that please?

Alypool hello. If you want people to respond to your post it will be better if you re-post it under Health. More people will take an interest, rather than your question being lost under a different topic. Hope this will help you.

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Because, Welbeck, it was on the wettest night of the year. I told him I needed to go home, but he insisted on carrying on with the journey. I begged him not to, but he left me standing in the rain and drove off. I had to find a taxi and get into a hotel (in a city I’d never been too). The fact he was deemed okay to drive was beyond me. It appears he’d had an epileptic fit or seizure of some sort. I thought it totally irresponsible that he got into a car. He could have killed more than only me and him. I will only travel in a car with him for less than an hour. Yes, I was furious about the whole thing.

Heavens, MooMoo, you're certainly accident prone. I've managed to get to 82 without breaking anything! (Tempting Providence?)

Nearly choked on a piece of beef, fell downstairs and punctured my lung, fell over a bannister whilst standing on a stool whilst changing a light bulb, fell out of the bath and dislocated my Shoulder, then finally falling off the bottom step and breaking my ankle in 3 places and had to have it operated on.

I was walking home from school with my friend and her mum. A car mounted the pavement and my friends mum just managed to shove us out of the way. I have not thought of this incident for over 65 years but reading all these stories it has come back to me

You have to 'Report' it Alypoole and ask GN admin to remove it. All the best - assume you have a health programme now?

Sorry this is not on the correct forum. How do I remove it? Sorry

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I had a scary moment when my handbag caught in the train door and the train moved off, with me running alongside, trying to untangle myself from the straps. I freed myself before we ran out of platform and my handbag went off with the train. It happened so quickly and I was so shocked, that instead of raising merry hell, I received the train drivers apology with grace! They had eventually seen something amiss and reversed, the doors opened and my handbag fell to the platform. It was scary

Susiewakie, you reminded me of a similar thing that happened to my family, on a camping holiday. It had been a very windy night. We had just walked past a big beech tree in the local park when an enormous branch crashed down right behind us. Some children had just passed us, and we rushed back, wondering if they had been crushed. Luckily it had just missed them too.

I went to a local country park on a very windy day with DD and DGD1 who was in a buggy about 2 then .We walked around fed the ducks sat on a bench to have a snack and drink .The trees were creaking horribly we spoke to a man with cute dog. Then walked along the path literally a minute later heard a huge crash and a tree had crushed the bench we had been sat on ! The man with a dog came running back white faced! He thought we would be dead ! Lucky escape

I hadn’t thought I’d these incidents as cheating death, but upon reading some of the above, realise they were. Some common themes.

As a child, apparently, 1 year old in my Walker, I turned in the gas job. My mother used to leave the wicker laundry basket on top of the hob. Thankfully my mother escaped the fire with myself and my 18 month old sister. Not sure to this day how they know it was me who turned on the hob.

As a young child, about 4, I choked on rare roast beef from a family party buffet. No air whatsoever, fell to the floor choking. Fortunately, my uncle was a volunteer EMT and he had some equipment in his car. After not being able to dislodge the meat from my throat, he had a tool that he used to reach down and pull out the meat. I remember the feeling of the meat stuck in my throat, not being able to swallow, not being able to breathe.

I too had far too much alcohol and had to have my stomach pumped followed by short stay in hospital. Aged 12. We never had alcohol in our house. Really didn’t know. Was visiting a friend after school, as you did back then. No parents home. The family were from Italy and they made their own wine. The children, my friends, were allowed to drink what they wanted. They sipped their drink but as I was thirsty and didn’t know about alcohol, I drank quite a few large glasses, as you would water or squash, on a hot day. Next thing I knew it was next day when I woke up in hospital with a very sore throat.

The last story I was told but don’t know all the specifics. Apparently when I was born, I had an inguinal hernia that needed repair asap. I had some type of bad reaction to anaesthesia effecting my lungs and was in todays equivalent of nicu (with such poor prognosis that my parents brought in a priest to baptise me and give me last rights.

i don't quite understand that, Truddles; i can see it must have been v traumatic, but why were you angry with your husband.

About 6 months ago I was travelling to Portsmouth with my husband. It was in his left hand drive car, which he had just bought. He’d been driving for about 4 hours (he wouldn’t allow me to drive his new baby). We’d stopped during that time for a lunch and loo break. We were about ten minutes away from our next turnoff when he said he felt very hot. I opened the window. We were on the inside lane on a four lane motorway, which was busy.
Next thing, the car was drifting into the next lane. I shouted that we were drifting, turned to look at my husband who had collapsed over the steering wheel. As he went further into unconsciousness, his foot was a dead weight on the accelerator. We were travelling faster. I was screaming by this time, and reached over to try to steer the car, which was almost impossible as his weight was fully over the steering wheel. We crossed four lanes of heavy and fast moving traffic. We hit the central reservation side on and skidded down it for several yards. The traffic cones had slowed us down and I thought I’d put on the handbrake (even if we skidded and were crashed into, I didn’t have much choice). The car miraculously stopped and I put on the hazard lights. My husband was still slumped over the wheel with his eyes wide open. A man ran up to the car, called the police and ambulance, and parked his van behind the car with his hazard lights on. Another car stopped to help. I was just sobbing. My husband then came round and said “What happened? Who are these people?”, The witnesses couldn’t believe what they had seen. The police took statements and took us to the local hospital. My husband was checked over and he was allowed to leave!!! I was fine but in shock. He carried on with the journey but I found a hotel and took a train home the next day. I never actually wanted to speak to him again, but we got over it. I couldn’t relay the story to anyone without crying for several weeks after. If we ever have a heated discussion now, I always say “I saved your life. Don’t make me regret that”.
Well, neither of us are at all religious, but the car’s previous owner had been an Italian priest…. I call it the blessed car, now. We all escaped without a scratch (car had scuffs from skidding down the central reservation. I just had a sore throat from screaming).

I was a reader. My mum would become angry if I read after lights out. So... I stuck my lamp under my pillow to read (took the shade off first). I must have dozed off but was woken by doors slamming and frantic shouting that something was burning. I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and, as I did this, flames began to envelop my pillow. I was very scared and called down. Quick thinking saw said burning pillow thrown out of the window.
I nearly lost my face, hair and life.

gosh. some of these are almost unbelievable !