Your near death experience?

When I was around 16 and taking a nap on the sofa I seen my soul floating above Me, Only the ceiling was keeping it here. Knew if I didn't wake up I would die. No drugs or beer used.
 
I would have to say the first one I had was when I was 15 and had a guy make a left turn in front of me. He did it at about 30-40 feet and I was on a Honda 90 motorcycle. Hit the Bel air in the front fender and took out the whole passenger side of the car. Only thing that might have still been good on that bike might have been the engine/transmission.
 
I once had the pin jump out of the disc I was pulling down the highway, and the trip rope was tied tightly to the tractor seat spring, I didnt even know it had happened til the slack came out of that rope and very nearly dumped me off the back of the seat to be run over by the disc! That would have been a gruesome ordeal huh ? Lesson learned, all my pins have cotter pins now, and trip ropes are hooked up properly now !
 
Near death or after life? About as close as I've come was a head on wreck or I guess it could have all gone wrong when my appendix burst. Spent 8 days in the hospital and a few more months recovering at home from that one.

If you want to hear about after life,a guy here in the neighborhood had one of those that didn't go like the other ones you hear about. He told me this one first hand and has told the same story word for word to my wife and others around the neighborhood.

He has diabetes so bad that he lost a foot,he's on dialysis almost every day because his kidneys have shut down. Going on a year ago he had to have a triple bypass. He said they only gave him a 10% chance of living through it. He looked me right in the eye afterword and said he didn't care if anybody believed him or not,but he said "I saw the gates of h#ll". Said he saw the gates of Heaven too. A few minutes later I asked him if he was serious about seeing the gates of h#ll. He said "yes sir I am and I don't ever want to see that again". He's never been a religious man,so I have no reason to doubt him.
It's kind of a catch 22. When it comes right down to it,he's always been one of the biggest liars I've ever known,so that's why I believe if anybody WOULD go to h#ll it would be him.
 
Being diagnosed with pneumonia by a "doc-in-a-box", only to wake up the next morning to severe pain, and coughing up blood. Turns out the spot on the X-Ray they thought was pneumonia was blood. I had three clots move there from my right leg. Could have died at any moment during the night. Spent the next four days in the hospital.
 
As a child I snuck into my parents room when they where gone to look at my dads WWII German luger. I pulled the slide back to make sure it didnt have a round in the chamber. Let the slide back down them removed the loaded mag. Hummmmm, I remember looking down the barrle and rubbing my finger on the fat smooth triger. After checking it out I thought I had better get it put up, had it pointed to the floor between my legs while reaching for the holster and it went bang. All I could hear was ringing for a while. Burned the inside of my knees and went through the hard wood floor down into the basement, hit the concrete and went through a panle wall and knocked a big hunk of brick out of the downstairs fire place. Dont know why it didnt go off while I was looking down the barrle. Makes me tremble just a bit to be typing this.If the Lord had not seen fit to spare me from myself that day my children and granddaughter would not be here today. I have been blessed way more than I deserve.
 
sort of similar scare just two weeks ago.

Pulling the baler down the road with a farmall M - leaned back to look at what was making a funny noise - )#*($) steering wheel popped completely off the shaft.

Came THIS close to flipping over backwards - would have been crushed/dragged by the baler if I had.

I stayed on, but driving an M on a fast, busy road with no steering and wobbly front wheels is only slightly more fun than getting crushed by a baler.

Took what felt an eternity to find the brake and clutch - all while trying to get the wheel back on!
 
Where do you want to start at ?? being shot or the three times i was wounded from mortor rounds or the 13 wrecks i have been involved in with only one being my fault or the parachute that did not open correctly or the time that i had a tractor over turn or the time i rode the same tractor down a steep hill while mowing gas line wright of way with one tire going 900 MPH forward and one going 900 MHP backwards and going airborne off each terris with the brushhog looking like and airboat propeller for over a quarter mile That one fell under the heading of HEY Ya 'll hold my beer and watch this . I want to tell ya after mowing them lines that one year and putting a wheel tractor on those wright aways the hills we farm are FLAT ground . Or the time i was winching a Idaco drilling rig out of a drilling location , the rig weighed in somewhere around 200000 lbs and it was just me the rig and one little J D 750 dozer with a Hyster W6F winch and three snatch blocks and the help from the rig itself , blade sunk into the dirt as far as i could sove it while spinning the tracks to build up dirt behind the tracks to help hold the dozer and doing a NO NO of winching about three quarters throttle when one of the snatch blocks broke and came flyen back at the dozer i was out of the seat and almost flat on the platform before it hit the screen made of expanded metal and it went thru it like a sharp knife thru a screen door took off the muffler and air cleaner and landed about two hundred feet out inft. of the dozer . These were 70000lbs rated snatch blocks.
 
Man I could write a book on this subject. One of the worst was off the Philipines and in a Typhoone with 200 MPH winds and green water (not the spray) comming over the bridge 80 ft above the water level for 5 days. We had to make a 180 to get out of the storm were told it was not possible to do but we did it anyway. If hadn't been for a big wave that knocked us back upright I would still be there only much deeper. Funny I was never scared till I was older and it hit me how close I came to being a submariner.
Walt
 
I went to an excavators, truckers monthly meeting on a wed night, got with a few contractors and an old Cat salesman that were known to party.
My near death incident was me walking in at 4;55 AM and my wife thinking I had gotten up very early.....for a few minutes!
 
Not me,but my wife.'bout 3 years ago a 'botched' hysterectomy became infected.It took several months to surface.She bounced around in/out of the hospital for 6 weeks.Finally a doc told me she would not survive,had hours to live.IF she lived she could be paralized.But by God's glace(and another doctor) she is now in great health.She has decided to train for a 5K walk in the near future.
 
Ruptured appendix. When you say you're so sick and in pain you feel like dying that's how you feel when you have a ruptured appendix. There are two things that will give you relief from the misery: dying or surgery. Dying is quicker and easier. Jim
 
My only brother, an Army lifer, had one after a near fatal car accident in the DC area, 80s-90s? (He never even told us he had the accident, until years later). Gene passed in 2003, and his widow told me of it two years ago, said after that he was never afraid to die. Yeah, floating above the operating table, white light, etc., all that. I think Mom had similar in the 1930s during an operation.....she talked (very little) about similar issues. I think totally misunderstood back then...attributed to hallucinating, maybe? Never heard of it while growing up.

My most dangerous? Maybe the parachute jump into the Pisgah Mountains, Western NC, end of the Green Beret training, August, 1965. Never considered it near death.....found myself standing on top of an A-Team Sgt"s chute, about 800 feet off the ground. Airborne training kicks in INSTANTLY!!!....YOU WERE taught you have 3-4 seconds to decide which way you"re gonna walk off before your chute collapses. Sure, you can ride HIS down, but you die cuz you"re 30 feet off the ground when he lands. BTDT! Better half and six kids could verify!
 
a few years back was deer hunting in Ma. It was late in the day, cloudy and dark, so i hung up my gun and started picking up some branches on the trail---BAM--got shot in the back 2 inches from my spine, went and took 6 ribs out while going thru my left lung--20 gauge hornady sst slug--old fellow next door on the neighbors property thought i was a deer. Never got to ask him if he had a doe permit!!
 
I have been drug down the railroad tracks by some equipment while under it twice. Second time was the worst, cause when I finally got my self loose I jumped/ran/fell from the siding the tamper was on into the main track that a train was coming down. Luckily the engineer was following the rules that day(I wasn't) and was going slow enough (speed restriction through a work zone) that I was able to fall/jump/run off the main into the clear. Nothing I have ever done could hold a candle to some of the stuff I have heard from Vietnam Vets.
 
North of the Dak Nghe river April 1972. Was on point when sharp pain in the neck. Sniper got me mid neck came out under left shoulder. I pulled the trigger and started spraying the trees. He was the first person I ever shot got sick right then and there. Don't remember much else.
 
Its creepy to think back to these things, well some of them, others not so bad but...... escaping an electrocution death is one, got connected to 3 wires of an old unit heater thermostat, while hanging onto a steel column, 220V and I could not break free on my own, seemed like an eternity, someone came over and broke me free, can still see the three marks on the inside of the wrist. Been poisoned when real young, absorbed by touching something in the barn that was sprayed for flies or whatever it was, stabbed with a big ole steak knife, bleeding out which is never any fun, 2 emergency surgeries one just narrowly beat a ruptured appendix. Almost got swamped on the lower Hudson river, in a 24' Chris Craft along the Englewood Cliffs, that river can turn real mean, have a mechanical problem, it will own you. Everyone has their close calls, its amazing to overcome these things, list goes on, some I just don't like to think about at all.
 
Probly don't come close to others but I swerved to miss a dog one foggy morning and hit a road bank with the right front in 1967. That slid me out a closed door bending it into a V. I became air borne and landed in a muddy field where the car rolled over the top of me. My face and shoe toes was all that stuck out of the mud. The imprint of the car top was from my chin to my toes. 9 days in the hospital where they kept me in a semi coma for four of them. internal bleeding so they said. The people that lived in a house across the road from the field got me out of the mud and laid me out in the road, covered me with a blanket and then backed their car over me under the exhaust pipe to keep me warm. I lucked out, seven stitches in the chin and a broken bone in my hand. Upper body turned blue, yellow and green.
 
Running to the north-bound train to go around behind it from the south side of the tracks not realizing the south bound train was coming into the station. The engineer knew what I was going to pull because he was laying on the horn. Dummy me thinking gee the north bound train is sure honking alot for a stopped train . As soon as I turned to cross the two train tracks the south bound almost hit me in the face. Thats just one of many I can think of off hand. I also discovered that the most dangerous night at work is when what is called the "hot lane" is changed . Came out of the electric room on the GW bridge lower level police turn around forgeting the hot lane was now on the other side and my face almost got taken out by a Jeep as I stepped out into what was the closed lane the night before.
Only takes a second.
 
Couple of more but my almost night was man shot at me with a 357 revolver from 20 feet. First shot missed , second hit me square in the middle top of my head. Cut a grove about 1/16 in deep in top of my scull. Felt like I was hit in the head with a hot poker. Took me what felt like for ever to reach up and see how bad I was hit. As I was retreating each time he fired seemed like I could see days of my life until I heard the impact of the bullet. Three more fired and all missed me by inches. Just was not my night or the good Lord was looking out for me for sure.
 
last year I tangled with a 7500 volt power line.
Still not sure why it didn't kill me other than it wasn't my time .3 weeks in a burn unit & not doing too bad.
The thing was ,my son & neighbors son found me
unconscious under the machine .How they didn't touch the machine while getting me out I'll never know.It was still hot,hadn't blown any tires yet .
WhenI arrived at the hospital ,they asked me among other things ,if I smoked "Not till today" I answered. Dumb question
As I look at it ,God gave me a second chance at life.May I live the rest of my life to his glory.
 
I have a great uncle that died during WW2. He came in spirit form to tell his sister, (my grandmother) that he was just shot down over Europe and was killed. The conversation lasted only 10 seconds or so. To confirm what she said was true my grandfather asked her exactly what he was wearing, she described it to a tee. My granddad was going to the grocery store at the time the vision occured. My grandfather was a WW2 pilot and knew the standard uniform of an airman.
 
I have seizures, and was in the ER, one night. I saw my dad coming down to get me.He had been dead a few years.
Dennis
 
Age 13, sitting on the side porch of the biggest house in our area with the neighborhood boys. We were smoking cigarettes. Out the door came the caretaker. Slammed the door against the wall and yelled, "I tol' you kids not to hang round here no mo'!" By then we were half way cross the front lawn when he let go the first round. Hit me in the right calf. Just knew I'd lost my leg. Scrambled, rolled, ran and dove behind the wall by the street. Got home and realized it was salt. Whew! But brand new blue jeans with red mud all over them. Hid 'em behind the bed, snuck them into the wash a week or so later. Mom came up from the wash yelling about having to replace thsoe NEW jeans. They are defective, all the color washed out of one leg. 2 near death experiences.
 
Back in the early nineties, I was digging a new silage trench with an old TD9. I was just finishing up for the evening, with a thunderstorm approaching. I was going up the left side of the trench about three feet form the edge when it collapsed under the right track. The loader slid sideways into the trench with the wall, hit the bottom and rolled over. I tried to grab the fuel cap and go over the back, but it pinned me from just above the knee to above my waist on my right side under the tool box. SWMBO wondered where I was about fifteen minutes later, and came down to find me trying to dig a rock out with a hitch pin that had my right leg still pinned under the tractor. She called the fire company, and they responded and transported me to shock trauma in Baltimore. They kept me for a week with a broken pelvis and tailbone, and extreme bruising- from my neck down. It was a walking fracture, but it took six months before I went back to work, and a year before I could do full duty again. It was close to two months before I could even start feeding again, and I was still on crutches at that point. And I still feel it every day now. My right leg and hip are always a bit sore, and I have trouble walking for any distance. Guess I've just learned to work through it....
 
I was a teenager and was with a group of folks trying to hand start one of those big ole single cylinder, double flywheel engines at the local Steam engine show. We would roll the flywheels one way, then roll them the other, while the man that knew what he was doing worked the choke and gas controls. Well, it fired, and I didn't get around to turning loose of the spokes in the flywheel.

Next thing I know I was horizontal in the air getting ready to fall right down into the connecting rod. One of the men helping reached up and grabbed me by the back of the belt as I was heading up. He pulled me back from the jaws of death.

When it was over I looked down and there was green paint from the flywheel on the beltbuckle of my belt.

Thank you John Grahm for saving me.

Gene
 
Dad and I were putting the undercarriage back on a D9G CAT about 5 years back. The way it was setting we couldn"t get the crane on either service truck to set the track frame on one side so we were using the customers 345B excavator to set it in place. We had it close, but the hard bar seemed to have it in a bind, so I climbed in the hole between the frame and the main part of the machine to give the bottle jack a couple of strokes. I hadn"t given it but a stroke or two when I heard something "pop". Don"t know exactly why, but it just sounded to me like something wasn"t right so I immediately began to move backwards, out of the hole. I was less than 10 feet from the machine when the track frame jumped into the air and started swinging against the side of the machine. It slammed into the machine several times before sitting back down on the ground.

We didn"t find out until several months later that there was a problem with the 345"s pilot system that had caused it to be trying to pick up the frame even though the controls hadn"t been moved. Basically it had rocked the machine a bit forward putting an upward strain on the frame, against the bind. When I hit that pivotal stroke on the jack and the bind left, the track frame was free to jump like it did.

Thankfully I got out of the way as quickly as I did. Had I not moved when I did, at the very least, my head would have been between an 11,000 lb track frame and the other 20,000 plus pounds of the main part of the machine as they slammed together. It scared the immortal crap out of me then and even now, looking back, it"s scary just how close I came to getting crushed that day.
 
Building a new fence around the barnyard, posthole auger hit a stone/hardspot and would not go any deeper so I started putting my weight on the gearbox to give it more down pressure. The two shirts I was wearing became entangled in the u-joint of the pto. I was helpless, all that was left of my shirts was a little part of a sleeve still on my arm. I received broken and bruised ribs and a burn from the pto turning against my body. I always felt that had my bluejeans also been grabbed by the pto I would have died that day.
 
I was maybe 10 and driving our farmall cub across the road to cultivate. I looked both ways, let a car pass and pulled out. Right in front of another car. Never occurred to me that there would be 2 cars on our little road. It got stopped in time, but came close enough that I don"t like to think about it.
Josh
 
I was a little tot, three or four years old, must have been thirsty drank that cup of separator oil that hung on the side of the cream separator. They said I turned green, etc. To this day, I want no parts of separator oil!
 
Having a heart attack in the hospital ER...
Had a fatal arrythmia (heart stopped).
Had time to tell the nurse "I"m going...".
I woke up, was being bagged, and about 10 people were looking down at me. Asked the nurse "what happened".
She said " we had to shock you to re-start your heart".
Thank God the nurses knew what to do.
No doctor in the building (except me).
Never saw the light (or dark).
Figure I"ve been given a second chance.
 
Was being discharged from the hospital after day surgury for a hernia. Attendant was rolling me out to the parking lot in a wheel chair. I told him think I'm going to faint, then it all went. black. Didn't faint, had a cardiac arrest and fell out of the chair. By the grace of God two nurses were coming across the parking lot going to work. One started CPR on me and the other went to the ER for defibrillator. I had sensation of tremendous acceleration and came to consciousness with a crowd around me, they all cheered & clapped when I came to.
Been near death many times but actually going there made me realize that God had a plan for me and I needed to find it and follow him better. I have totally changed my life for the better after that.
 
Back in the early nineties, I was digging a new silage trench with an old TD9. I was finishing up as a thunderstorm approached and packing the left sidewall about three feet from the edge when the whole side wall collapsed under the right track. The tractor slide to the right and into the trench and rolled over. I tried to go over the back by grabbing the fuel cap and heaving, but didn't make it very far. When the loader hit the bottom, I was pinned under the tool box top in the dirt in the bottom of the pit from just above my knee to about the rib cage, and had a rock in the middle of my thigh kind of holding me tight. I tried to dig my way out with a pin that had fallen out of the hitch, and was getting close when SWMBO found me about fifteen minutes later. She called the fire company, who had me out and on a backboard in about ten minutes. Because aviation was down because of the storm, I was land transported to shock trauma at the U. of MD. hospital in Baltimore. I had a broken pelvis and tailbone, basically a walking fracture, but very painful. The next morning I was bruised from my neck down- just one BIG bruise, and they were really worried about a blood clot breaking loose, and kept me for a week. I was out of work for six months, and on light duty for six more after I went back. And even today, over twenty years later, I still feel the bruising and hurt every day and step. I've learned to live with it, and work thru it....
 
John, I posted above about my experience which was close to yours. I didn't see any light either. When told my Dad that he said "well, that's it, you're going to Hell."
Done my best since then to make sure I don't go there.
 
glad you survived ,,.paul ,,when I was 6 . went to the house my parents just moved us out of ,, the new family was moving in ..they had a 6 yr old like me and was showin me everything .. he piked up his daddys piostol and handed it to me ,, that thing was heavy ,, AND I could see shells in the gun .. IT WAS LOADED ,,I quickly set it down on the bed ,.just as his mother rushed in ,scolded us both ,,the dad then took us outside with the gun AND shot the pistol at a board splintered it to smitherons ,, LOUD Too ,, told us guns are not toys ,,and the consequences of playing with them as toys will be final ///had many close calls of all sorts .. Thru The GRACE of GOD , I am still here . just last yr clipped a utility pole with combine ,.that story is in combine forum archives under "stupid " ..I have had out of body experiences serveral times while awake and or very sick or under anestesia ,,.really strange,, like watching yourself as another person while floating around the room ...
 
In high school, I drove my dad's old truck to the junk yard to get a part for my car that wasn't running (again). The parking was just over a blind hill. As I parked, I thought the guys in the yard were motioning for me not to park where I was parked. So, I backed out into the street to move to a different spot. I managed to kill it just as I came to a stop in the middle of a very narrow road and a dump truck with a full load of concrete rubble came flying over the hill (I don't know if he was speeding, but he was closing awful fast!). I don't know how he did it, but he went in the ditch, flew around me and kept right going. He never stopped and it is probably a good thing because I'm sure he was as ------ as I was scared. He could have kicked my a** and I would have had it coming. I got the truck started and parked where I had parked in the first place. I'm sure I was pretty pale as I walked in to ask for the part I needed. Thankfully, that is as close as I've ever come.
 
The stepdaughter had that experience. She was writing the pain off to the Crohn"s disease. I"ll spare you the detail, but she was months recovering rom an appendix that had be blown, by the doctor"s estimate, for three days or more. The kind of kid she is, I don"t know that he understands or appreciates how lucky she is to even be alive.
 
The local paper publishes all the speeding tickets. I was 17 and driving my Dad"s "77 Dodge at 70 mph in a 55 when the State Patrol caught me. Yep, Dad read the paper.
 
My allergic reactions to antibiodics. Beware of Rocephin and Leviquin. I'm not sure of the spelling but that's how they're pronounced.
Life goes pretty quick when you can't inhale or exhale. Luckily the local hospital is only 2 miles from our house. I was able to get in the car but don't remember the drive there. Wife was driving.
I've heard other people are allergic to Leviquin but only broke out in hives. I've been told by the doc that it's the sulpha in these two medicines that cause it. Some aspirin have the same affect.
 
when 15 planting corn John Deere G Lighting hit planter marker and exhaust pipe. Killed the tractor. My arms especially but whole body hurt for 2 days.
 
We had a few beef cows after the dairy herd left.These were descendants of dairy cows and used to being handled alot.One particular day I got home from work and found one of the heifers had had her first calf in the barn.She was from a quiet family and her sire was the most docile bull that ever lived.I also expected that as a heifer she would be more confused than anything else about the calf.When I tagged the calf it made a noise and that heifer put her head against my chest and pushed me up against the stone wall of the barn.She just held me there long enough to make her point about not touching her calf then released me.I remember getting very calm because I knew I was going to die and thinking"so this is how its going to end".
 
2006, I was working for the county, really dry summer and I was mowing alongside a lake as I was told to do and had discussed the danger of it with a supervisor that morning. Huge cracks in the ground and about 3 foot of the bank broke away and I rolled the machine into the lake. I blacked out and when I woke up I was lying chest deep in the water and my legs were pinned. Only lasting damage is some back pain and a little nerve damage in one leg. Still get a little prickling sensation in my right calf from time to time and there is a spot the size of a quarter that is numb most of the time. Got real lucky, He must have a plan for me.
 
There been so many i wonder why i still live.

These are just a few.
At 14 hitting a work mans shack on wheels parked right around a sharp bend on a quiet dark road head on with my motorcycle.(spend 3 months in hospital)

Broadsiding a semi with my truck one winter on a slippery intersection.(walked away unscatted,.totaled the truck).

Overshooting an driveway approach on a quiet country road on a foggy day,then backing up in a field approach a little further.
When i was just of the road a fully loaded logging truck came roaring by, missing me by inches.(i almost died from a heart attack)
 
I had two different girlfriends show up at the same church on the same day...............
Had a physician do a biopsy and I nearly bled to death four days later.
 
Asking some lady to dance while she was having dinner with her husband. Pretty much all of my near death experiences stopped after I quit drinking. Why am I still alive? Why? Oh, that's not me asking. It's the preacher asking me about me.

I ever tell you guys about the time the preacher gave me so many penences to say that mass ended and I was still saying them? Its true. Went to confession the Saturday before Palm Sunday one year, because it was the monthly Saturday that the preacher heard confessions. About a half hour before mass began, no one left to say confession but me, I went in and faced the preacher. I left the confessional a few minutes before mass began, and when I walked out there was people lined up down the side of the church to the entrance that all came in after me to make their confessions, and none got to because I took up all of their time, and they were all looking at me like I must have committed murder or something. I went over, knelt down, said my penence. I said so many Hail Marys and Our Fathers that mass began and ended, and I was still saying Hail Marys and Our Fathers well after it ended. True story, and no, I didn't commit murder. I pretty much don't drink no more though. Life's a little more boring, but not many near death experiences anymore.

If life were perfect, it sure would be boring.

Mark
 
The near death that scared me the most was lipping off to my Drill Sgt, a Viet Nam combat vet, about something to do hand to hand combat. I became his training dummy for the rest of boot camp. Funny thing was I'm an Army brat, I knew better. When he told us that to dislodge a bayonet that was stuck in bone by firing a round I was just compelled to say "why would I be using a bayonet if I still had rounds in my rifle?".

Rick
 
Was discing with our old S-88 on fresh plowed ground. It was pretty rough and as kids do, I was going faster than I should have. Back wheel dropped into a hole in the furrow and the only thing that kept me from getting run over by the disc was my white knuckle grip on the steering wheel. Had quite briuse in the groin area where my body slammed into the rear axle housing on the way down. Took me close to 100 feet to pull myself back up on the tractor. Longest 100 feet of my life. Needless to say I shifted down a gear.........................

Was over a mile away from any help at the time.
 
A friend"s daughter was on the way to school and swerved to miss a deer, ran off the road, left front wheel was knocked off the car by the first tree she hit, which spun the car around and put the second tree in the middle of the passenger seat instead of the driver"s seat.

Kid running our old place back east. Left the bar late for milking Friday night (they milk at 8 or 9 for some reason) and flipped his truck over about a half mile from where he totaled his high school truck for the third (and final) time. Been telling him for 2 years that he"ll eventually learn sometimes being in a hurry is counter-productive, unfortunately, it was too late when he finally did.
 

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