Well it’s not like they knew me or insulted my mother.
Fifteen have tried.
Three have succeeded.
I have never been attacked by anyone, but your story reminded me of something that happened to my mother in the 1960s.
She was living with my dad in Glasgow at the time; she had one kid (my older brother - I was not born yet). She was being somewhat stalked by the adult son of a doctor living across the street with his dad, but thought he was just a harmless crazy person.
One day, she was walking down the street with my brother when someone shot her with some sort of pellet air gun. The wound was not serious, but what was truly disturbing was that it just missed my brother’s head (it went into my mom’s leg just above his head). She hobbled over to the doctor’s; she had no idea where the shot had come from. She used the doc’s phone to call the cops.
She noticed that the doc was acting very strangely, kept minimizing what had happened as a “prank” and really nothing of a nothing - no need to get the cops involved, and the like. He tried to convince her not to call but she insisted on calling anyway.
Turns out the cops were more curious. They were very interested. Why? Because of a series of attacks on women in the immediate area - women who looked, in all cases, very much like my mom. One, a hairdresser, had been beaten to death with a hammer behind her shop only a couple of days previously. They took the doc’s son in for questioning.
As it turns out, it was the doc’s son - he confessed right away - and the doc had more or less known his son was increasingly dangerous and making threats and assaults on women (maybe not the details about the murder - but he must have suspected), but tried to cover it up. The attack on my mom had been from an air-gun shot from the doc’s own second-story window.
The son was eventually found not guilty by reason of insanity; I do not know what happened to the dad.
I’ve had a few but I had a rough youth. In the right thread I may bring up another.
One I don’t mind talking about ---- I was riding towards a Vets Club on my Harley when the guy who had been sitting in his car near the road pulled out suddenly blocking the road. I had to lay it down to avoid t-boning him. I was laying there not moving when he opened his door, got out and looked at me. He then drove off. When the cops caught him later that night he admitted his intent was to kill me; he was actually quite proud of it. His daughter had run off with a biker and he was drunk. And all he saw was a bike he wanted to crush – metal and flesh both. He got 1 year probation and 100 (or 200 – I forget) hours of community service. He was not required by the court to pay for my bike or my medical costs. This was the 70s when it just wasn’t legally possible for a biker to be “murdered or injured” - except by another biker.
(After he drove off, a car came up behind me. An Impala driven by this tiny old lady. I hit hard enough that my helmet got torn off and I was laying there looking like your classical “body outline” from a cartoon. She walked over and looked down at me, walked over and picked my helmet up. She then took out this lace-like hanky and wiped off my face screen and put it down. She walked back over to me and looked down and asked “Are you alright?” I asked her to unlace one of my boots and she did. I then asked her if my toes were wiggling and they were. I said I was OK and at that point started getting up. The whole time I was laying there, from the time I threw the back tire out to when the lady came up, nothing hurt. I hit hard and I knew I hit hard — and nothing hurt. All I could think of was I broke my back and neck. That fear was great enough that I didn’t move a muscle until after she checked my toes.)
My ex made two serious attempts with her car. She followed me right through a solid block wall and on anothe occassion ran her car through my front office window at at least 30 limes per hour, I saw her comming and got out of the way. I was chased by an ex boyfriend one day out of prison and he shot my car full of holes. Another guy thought I was seeing his ex and tried to run me over, went to jail got out and came after me with a russian cycle used for cutting wheat. I happily beat the living shit of him that time and didn’t bother with the police, he was back in the joint a few days later for something else anyway.
A couple of guys once ran into me with their car while I was riding my bicycle once. It took them a couple of tries but I finally went flying off the bike. I hit my head really fucking hard and had a moderate concussion in spite of wearing a good helmet. There was also a hairline fracture of my pelvis, some road rash and cuts and bruises, but I’m alive.
It was pretty cool taking the helmet back to the bike store for the free replacement. It was crunched on one side and snapped nearly in half. The guys at the store put it up on a display as a reminder of why it’s good to wear a brain bucket.
Oh, honestly, who didn’t get that! 
“It’s an 88 Magnum. It shoots through schools.”
That’s a lot of limes.
Someone somewhere has got to be making and selling those handicapped placards. I need at least six.
I’ve been shot at once (they missed, which was pretty remarkable considering my size), had guns flashed/pulled on me twice. I’ve also been hit in the head with both beer bottles and pool cues, but those were half-assed “hollywood bar fight” manslaughter attempts rather than full-on attempted homicide.
Oh and I did get attacked with a knife once, years ago.
There have been two times I’ve been in fear for my life. I don’t know if either counts as “Has anybody tried to kill you?”
The first time was when I bet against my friend while he was street-racing. I knew he had a better car but he was a lousy driver. I put my entire paycheck against him and won. Later, the guy I bet against saw me and my friend talking and thought we set him up. When I got up to use the restroom at the fast food place we were at, he followed me and, when I left the restroom (they were behind the place and you had to leave the building and go through the parking lot,)he confronted me with a gun to the face and demanded his money back. If my friend hadn’t followed him with his (legal to carry) .45 and stopped him, I might be dead now. The money was in the car and I only had about twenty bucks in my pocket. No shots fired, but definitely scary. It was my last street race.
The second time was with the same friend. We were drinking at a local bar and we we too drunk to drive so we decided to walk to his house (about three miles.) A car came up to us and slowed down and something was thrown at at us. We watched the car make a u-turn so we ran to the other side of road. They continued to stalk us, throwing shit at us (the next morning, we went back and saw it was just 7-11 cups filled with whatever.)
We walked past an old cinder-block fence and my friend pulled a piece off and threw it at the car the next time it passed. It went through the windshield and the car stopped, five teenage guys getting out. After seeing me, pissed off, and my friend (a genetic freak,) the boys had a brief conversation with us and each other and decided to get back in the car and leave us alone.
Was she driving a lemon?
Yes.
She tried to put her lime in his coconut.
I have a peanut allergy. One of my ex-girlfriends once threw a peanut into my mouth when I was yawning, for shits and giggles. She thought it was hilarious. It’s a fairly mild allergy, and I did manage to spit it out, so I was fine. However, there was no way for me to know, and sure as hell not for her to know, whether swallowing a whole peanut might send me into anaphylactic shock, or something. I wonder if she would still be laughing quite as hard if I had ended up in the emergency room.
The building next door to one I used to work in was blown up in a terrorist attack. Of course, the terrorist in question wasn’t trying to kill me specifically, but I had walked past that spot literally a thousand times, and could very easily have been there on that morning. So, yeah, I kinda took it personally.
That’s about it. Nothing as good as some of the stories you guys have, though.
Not an attempt, but a threat.
Long, long ago, a guy and girl were among the followers of a band I was in. Then the girl decided she liked me, and began making this quite clear. Knowing that she was supposed to be “with” the other guy, I made a genuine effort to discourage this. But…well, she was very hard to resist, and we ended up together.
A bit later, I had temporarily left the band and they carried on with another guy. As I was still good friends with the other members, the girl and I went to one of their gigs, and old boyfriend was there. He took me aside out in the parking lot and told me that if it weren’t for the presence of all the others, he would have killed me. I have a feeling it was just talk, but you never know.
Soon after, he got together with another girl, and went on to marry her. He realized that I had done him a big favor, so we were “friends” of a sort again.
It’s been 10 or 15 years since I’ve seen him, but last I heard, he had become a serious coke addict, his wife divorced him and his life had spun totally out of control. So apparently he reverted to type.
Yes,
Sniper killed one, shot another, missed three more. I charged her and didn’t die because she had not closed the bolt on her rifle after reloading so nothing happened when she pulled the trigger. I took away the weapon. Then she tried to stab me to death but missed and got herself in the leg.
I guess attempted suicide counts.
No I had not has this happen to me.
My mom. She suffered from severe depression and at least twice formulated plans for the murder-suicide of herself and her children. Fortunately, she did not go through with her plans and lived to receive effective medicine when it was developed.