Despite an active life, I’ve had nothing that would qualify as a near miss. Which is fine by me.
that happened with me too as a child. Indians go to Hardwar to take supposed ‘holy’ dip in river Ganges. The current was strong and there was slippery algae on river bank. I was saved by someone I dont remember who.
another time when I was making a fire alarm for a school project using starter of a tube light. my brother switched on the power while my hands were on the wire, I got electrocuted. thank fully for him I didnt die but was shaken up.
have banged by head against wall couple of times(un-intentionally) resulting in stitches on eye both times and on head once. Broken my leg once resulting in being bed-ridden for 3 months. thts all so far.
Shh…I started shaving to hide my identity.
[hijack]That reminds me, thankfully I don’t think I was in danger of death but one time I did fall into a medium-flow creek in the middle of winter. Fortunately I was able to get back up before the water had even soaked into my clothes, so I actually was able to complete the rest of the hike with just soaked boots. I didn’t know that that was possible, but evidently waterproofing sometimes means something in winter gear.
I said 5-9 times, depending on how near the death was. I’ve probably lost count 
Swimming in ocean, tumbled and dazed by surf, inhaled water, barely managed it back to shore.
Stuck under a rock in a deep fast river, tumbled around for what seemed like forever, then was popped out when the river got tired of me.
The driver fell asleep at the wheel on a windy mountain road (exhausted from skiing). I, in the passenger seat, looked up from the book I was reading to see we were in the wrong lane head-on with a bus. I grabbed the wheel and missed the bus literally by milliseconds and millimeters.
Driving and got distracted and looked off the road for too long, looked back on the road in time to nearly have been smeared against a logging truck stopped on the side of the road.
Got stuck in a tree wallow while skiing off-path. Took me over two hours to dig myself out, repeatedly getting re-covered by snow and slippage.
A few nasty bicycle wrecks that left my bike in tangled pieces, including a head-on with a car in traffic.
Two big ones:
Hit a 20’ light post with my car that came down on the car. The whole passenger side roof of the car was squashed to waist level. Thankfully I had no passenger.
Had someone try to shoot me then stab me immediately after having just murdered someone else.
If you don’t mind me asking, what’s the story behind the stabbing?
Gee, after reading all this, my near-death experiences seem so…tame. Not that I want to repeat any of them, especially the 7 broken ribs/collapsed lung/8 days in hospital with chest tube one.
Girl went nuts at my university, brought a rifle and started shooting people. Killed one, put a hole through another’s hip, and holes through a few backpacks (didn’t lead them enough). I investigated the noise and saw her crouched under bushes. Took a few seconds while we looked at each other and nodded hello before I realized that was a rifle she was holding. Charged her and took away the gun, she pulled a hunting knife. She over-hand stabbed; I dodged; she followed through too much and stabbed herself in the leg pretty bad and gave up.
What makes it a real almost-died situation is that I did not realize, but she had been reloading at the time and had several rounds already loaded. As I charged she leveled the gun at my chest and pulled the trigger. Thankfully I flustered her a bit by running at her and she forgot to close the bolt. My knowledge of firearms is pretty limited, but I believe that is the only reason I am alive.
Lucky me.
Apparently I nearly died twice before I was three years old. I don’t remember either of the incidents obviously but Mom filled me in.
When I was just learning to walk I tripped over something in the yard and fell face-down into a mud puddle. I somehow couldn’t pull myself out or roll myself over, and my face was stuck in the mud. The puddle was in a spot in the yard that was lower than the rest so Mom didn’t see me fall and didn’t find me for a couple minutes.
About a year later I had a life-threatening allergic reaction to penicillin.
I nearly had #3 a couple weeks ago, if I had left the house a minute earlier I would’ve been the car that got T-boned by the taxi driver running the red light instead of the car ahead of me.
Glad you made it to this life and even more happy to see that you decided to stay! 
Damn near fell off a tall cliff into an icy glacier lake that had sheer walls around it, with no shoreline, and no clear way to get out of the water. That probably would not have been survivable.
Four.
Two near-electrocutions: The first involved a non-insulated screwdriver and breaker box. It did not go well for me.
The second was when I was still a reporter and was covering a school fire when a transformer blew up because of radiant heat and dropped power lines into a puddle of water caused by the fire hoses. If not for an especially-alert fireman I wouldn’t be typing this today. Snatched me up onto the running board of a fire truck a split-second before the line made contact with the water.
Nearly shot by accident: a cop friend violated Firearms Rule Number One. After he’d cleaned, dry-fired, and reloaded, he didn’t put his weapon away. If not for the superhero reflexes of another cop friend who jammed the webbing of his hand between thumb and forefinger into the space between the hammer and the weapon’s frame just in time, I’d have been the very unhappy recipient of a point-blank round in the chest.
Tornado: literally had one land in the backyard just yards from the rural radio station I worked at at the time. The weather gods apparently favored me that day. The twister tracked northwest instead of southeast through the building; if it hadn’t, I’d be a fond memory today.
There are some who call an orgasm a little death.
So by that standard, once.
Thanks for stepping up to the plate like that.
Did you find you’d done all that without really deciding to do it?
Twice (that I can remember):
Once when I was in a head-on collision; if I hadn’t been wearing my seat belt, I wouldn’t be hear talking to you about it.
The second (or actually first) was when I was a toddler and swallowed a bunch of Grandpa’s epilepsy pills.
Once. High-speed auto accident. Didn’t scare me at all, but changed my perspective on life. 30 years ago.
Wow. Now I’m not feeling so bad for multiples.
- Fell through ice all alone 8yo.
- Stuck throttle on mini-bike through thick forest. 10yo.
- Large alligator. 12yo
- Large rattlesnake. 14yo
- Gasoline explosion. 15yo
- Truck vs my MG Midget. 16yo
- Mom found out I wrecked her car but didn’t tell her. 17yo
- Meningitis and pneumonia, 108 fever. 17yo
- Barracudas. 20yo
- Head-on car wreck. 22yo
- Shot by perp. 24yo
- Stabbed by perp. 25yo
- Electricity. 26yo
- Car vs. motorcycle. 40yo
- Car vs. motorcycle. 40yo
I’m sure there are more, but that fever in '81 ruined my memory.
Oh yeah - Lightning strike that tingled, trapped in snow off-trail in back country.
There’s really no reason for me to be here.
I’m going to crawl to my bed now, and forget that petite mort thing. No sense taking any more chances.
I voted never, but in retrospect, there was an incident when I was on a train from a small Croatian town to Zagreb when I was 21 where my heart just went haywire. I had been sleep deprived, under a lot of stress, and just rushed to catch a train after having a few coffees at the cafe. My pulse shot up to what must have been around 150-180 and stayed there for a couple of hours. It was not like a garden-variety panic attack where it swells and comes back down. It stayed beating in triplets. My vision started to tunnel, my thoughts became muddled, and I felt mentally disassociated from my body. It was disturbing and took me about 24 hours before I could come back to feeling like myself. Only time it’s ever happened. Still have no clue what it was exactly, and my doctor at the time didn’t seem too concerned, just told me to bear down as I’m constipated if my heart ever does that again.
I feel much better about my little list now, sheesh.
::off to search for ducati I got shot/stabbed by a perp threads::
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