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So I got run over by a Ford Excursion a few months ago. The story isn't really that interesting, I jumped out of the way and only got my ankle run over. However, as the thing was barreling down at me at 55ish miles an hour, I genuinely believed I was going to die in the next 2 seconds or so. My thought, at what was going to be the last seconds of my life, wasn't of my family, my friends, or a prayer to God, or even really fear or sadness, it was "The last thing I'm ever going to see is the grille of a Ford...Seriously?" Luckily, a split second later, my next thought was "JUMP IDIOT!" and I dodged (though not enough). Has anyone thought they were going to die in the next couple seconds? If so, what did you think about? I imagine its different if your sick and think your going to die, you have more time to think. I'm wondering if anyone thought they has seconds to live, and if they did, what they thought about in those seconds. That said, if you thought you were going to die of illness or injury and had time to think a bit, what did YOU think about?

Yeah I can recall one of times I almost died. I was drowning because my dumb ass wanted to swim with some hotties, only 50 can't swim, so I was drowning in the deep end of the pool and my only thoughts were "Oh fuck oh fuck of shit oh fuck blurg blurg" Yeah.

Do suicide attempts count? If so mostly just "Thank god this is all going to end" or freaking out because I actually did it. :I

Woah, I guess I'll just inappropriately interlude this with some humor.

A few years back, me and my 'mates were on a school bus headed for a track and field meet. A rather impatient driver behind the bus decided to overpass us in a no-pass zone and promptly swerved off the road into a buffer lane to avoid a fully loaded semi-truck. In the moments prior, he also had trouble overtaking the bus and garnered the attention of my 'mates in the back of the bus, so they obviously acted as young high school boys do and proceeded to gesture at the poor schmuck moments before his near-death experience. So, as we pulled away from this event, I couldn't help but wonder what it must feel like to have your very last moments and thoughts of a bunch of sniveling, pubescent teenagers laughing. Just laughing at your impending and horrible death.

Wow, that actually wasn't very funny at all...

This post has been edited by Moosack: 26 July 2012 - 06:29 AM

wow this thread has the potential of getting pretty dark.
ya i remember nearly drowning when in was like seven. back then i didnt really know much about death so i didnt really have a "oh shit im dying" moment but i do remember a deep primal fear as i loss consciousness and there was nothing but dark. so that kinda sucked.

well, I have never been on an almost death situation. But I'm a nurse and I have been with many dying people. Almost all of them told me they have seen their grandparents, their parents, and so on, telling them it was ok.

Kinda... creepy, and beautiful.

Most people don't know this but I can get pretty depressed at times. It is to the point that I sinserly wish that I would just die. I would never take my own life, but that doesn't mean that I wouldn't hope to go to bed one night and never wake up.

Why would I tell you this? Because it is an interesting corallation to my near death story.

Last year I went to California. I went by my self and stayed at my aunts place. One day I decided to go to the beach and try surfing... for the first time... by myself. So I get to the beach and rented a surfboard and head out to the waves. I stayed shallow enough so that I could still touch the bottom. The problem was that was also where most of the waves were breaking so it was impossible to surf. After I thought I had a figured out how to balance on the board I headed out to a little deeper water to try and catch some waves.

Unfortunetly the first wave I got was bigger then the others and it broke right on top of me. I was stuck under water as the wave continued to roll me. I was running out of breath and I had no idea which way was up. Just as I reliesed that I was about to drowned all I could think was "God please help me". A second later my foot hit the bottem and I was able to push off and break through the surface to get a quick breath. I then got rolled some more, but that quick breath allowed me to make it the rest of the way. I soon found my footing and I was fine.

So why was this interesting? So often I had just hoped to die, that it would all end. But when there was actually a chance that I might die, I prayed to be saved. It is interesting the our true desirers will come out when we are near death.

This post has been edited by JHawkNH: 26 July 2012 - 01:54 PM

I had a friend (trust me, he's really a friend) who once shoved my head underwater. My thoughts were, in this order, "What the fuck?" "Which limb is free?" "Can I reach his face?" whereupon I fling my clenched right fist up through the water and into his nose. Heh heh heh.
I have a feeling that near-death experiences will only leave me thinking about how I'll get out of it, regardless of whether I do or not. When I do die, I'll probably not be accepting of it at all.

This post has been edited by Dr. Klaus: 26 July 2012 - 02:10 PM

There was a really bad storm here a few weeks ago and I was alone house sitting. And this thing was bad because in about 30 minutes it went from a pleasant but friggin hot day to yellow skies, high speed cold winds, a sharp pressure drop (I could barely open and close a door to close the windows on a screened in porch) and a few clouds starting to swirl, I don't think you need to be a meteorologist to know that sounds like a tornado. Now over the last few years there have been a couple of really nasty tornadoes to land in my town and kill people, but I've never been one to freak out about them especially since I was always at college when it happened and with a lot of people, always felt more annoyance than fear. This time since I was alone it just really got me, especially since I was in a house with no closets or bathrooms that didn't have windows, or didn't have a wall that faced the outside and a good door. So here I am shoved in a closet with one of those rollie doors, with two dogs I was dog sitting thinking "This is how I'm gonna die, this is really how its gonna happened."

For over an hour I sat in there in one of the worse places you can be in a tornado thinking over everything in my life, mostly thinking about my family and friends as terrifyingly strong gusts of wind hit the house and hearing what I swore sounded like a tornado. I prayed alot to, mostly asking for safety or at least that it would be quick if it happened. Eventually it stopped though, and everything was fine, there was a big tree that fell close to the house but nothing was really damaged and the whole thing ended up just being high winds, no tornado even touched down, so afterwards I felt silly for getting so worked up, but now if I see a storm kicking up with high winds I get a lot more worried than I use to, I can tell you that.

When I was around 12 years old, I was nearly hit head-on by a car speeding around a curve as I was crossing the street. As I recall, there wasn't much time for me to think of anything but "oh shit".

Apparently, my mom said when I used to live in California, I almost fell off a huge cliff when I was 4. So I was basically thinking this: "DUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR".

The last thing going through a fly's mind as it hits the windshield of a fast moving car?






It's ass.

Dr. Klaus,
An interesting point, we are programmed to fight till the end.
I didn't mean this to be really dark, I mean we are all still here so no reason to be too upset I guess. I talked to a friend of mine about this at work and he works on high powered electrical equipment (4160v 1k amps, steel mill stuff) once he reached in to work on a panel he had turned off and locked out tagged out to find it had been wired wrong and still had 480 volt attached (more than enough to kill him) by some luck he managed to jerk away. He remembers thinking "really, now? I'm going to die in a rural Mississippi steel plant?" I guess our reaction isn't very common. Also...a lot of people here almost drown. Kinda surprised.

I don't really understand the thoughts on near death experience,maybe I lack the all the gland that produce adrenaline or something, because a few years back when I was hit by a hit (for the first time) all I thought of, while it was coming at me, as I hit it, and as I fell off the hood was. "OH fuck oh fuck, shit, ow that hurts, what was that? Now i'm on the ground, you piece of shit" I dunno maybe I', just weird, or something. Maybe I've accepted death on a subconscious level? I dunno.

Last year for my birthday we went on a fall rafting trip down our local river, and at one point I took the inflatable single person kayak that we had brought along out in one of the calmer stretches of the river to sorta just drift about, separate from the main raft with everyone else. I was planning on doing it for a couple minutes, but the guys thought it would be just hilarious to pull away down the river and leave me in the inflatable, while forgetting that there were rapids around the next bend. they had to go through before me, and by the time I reached the rapids they were way past them downstream. going through I got turned sideways and dumped in the river,and managed to grab onto a rock before the worst of the rapids. my kayak was wedged further up, and I stayed there clinging to this rock, yelling "hey, can anyone here me, I need help" for the better part of fifteen minutes. eventually, the kayak came loose, and came through rapids, knocking me off the rock and into the river. I swallowed a big gulp or two of water and inhaled a bit of it, and for a the 10-20 seconds I was flying through that rapid, I thought I was going to die.

the only thing I could think was: "Death by kayak, that's a new one."

I got through it obviously, I swam to shore afterwords and lay there for a bit and then walked downstream to my friends, who had pulled to the side waiting for me.

The meaning of life, summed up in 10 seconds.

The only two death experiences I had happened when I was really too young to know what was going on/recall it.

Like I fell down the stairs when I was one and got my skull really beaten up. It was a miracle I survived, but my head was totally black and blue. All I did was cry about it, though, and recovered even though if you feel my forehead you could actually vaguely feel bumps!!!

the second time was a truck almost hitting me when I was five. I guess the last thoughts I had were "i KNOW WHERE OUR HOUSE IS" because we were walking in the streets to our house at night and I thought I knew where we were going.. so I DASHED the wrong direction in the middle of the road when a truck just flashed by. I didn't even see it, but I felt my dad pushing me to the side as it whirred by. So I guess he saved my life!!! and I was too busy all "what is this not the way" and he was really angry at me :-[

Taeshi, on 29 July 2012 - 01:03 AM, said:

explains a lot

Taeshi, on 29 July 2012 - 01:03 AM, said:

You do have something in common with cats...

I've never been in a near-death situation. Lucky me.

wacko, on 26 July 2012 - 02:53 PM, said:

I had a similar experience when I was 7. I was walking to school, started crossing the street when a car came speeding around the corner and barely skidded to a halt on the ice. The only thing that went through my mind in that moment was "oh crap!".

Outside of that I can't really recall anything specific, anytime I have a close-call while driving (almost getting run off the road when trying to merge, assholes not paying attention, etc), my thought through the whole thing is usually "oh fuck no! fuck! fuck! fuck!".

Just a couple weeks ago, I went tubing for the first time and I was convinced for most of it that at some point I'd hit my head hard enough to get knocked out and I'd drown or something. And according to my mom I had a talent for almost choking when I was little. Other than those, there's not really anything that I would classify as "near death."

Also, looking through this thread, I see my parents were wise to make sure I knew how to swim as early on as possible.

This post has been edited by Masterchef: 01 August 2012 - 02:46 PM

i had a near death experience

this one time, i drove through a neighborhood of african americans at night with my windows rolled down and one of them made eye contact with me

my last thought was I'M SORRY MY GRANDPA OWNED YOUR GRANDPA OKAY PLEASE DON'T STAB ME

I was riding my bike when I hit a rock and flipped forward my thoughts in mid-air were......OH SHIT I'M GOING TO DIE! But I didn't and I sat that there on the ground my arms and legs srachted up saying over and over in my head OMG....OMG...OMG....How am I alive?!

Oh I choked on a health-food muffin when I was a toddler; my father shook me upside down 'til it came out.

Explains a lot

This post has been edited by Dr. Klaus: 02 August 2012 - 12:23 AM

If I were your dad, I'd look for reasons to shake you too. But I wouldn't fail. Must run in your family.

I remember one of the times i was beaten up by a bunch of neighbors. I was in the middle of a field (which is near my house) and i was left there, beaten up with clubs, punched and kicked. I remember staying in the floor, watching some blood by my side (which later i found out it was coming out of my head) and i thought "The mountain looks green" (there are mountains near my house)

The closest thing to a near death experience I had was when I had just moved to the east coast from way up north of Queensland about 17 years ago. I was playing on a hill with some scrapyard bike we had been given just before we had moved. The bike was one of those where you had to back peddle in order to brake and the chain had slipped right off the gear right after I started descending down the hill. I hit a metal grating that was being used as a makeshift fence at the bottom and flew over the handlebars into the next-door neighbour's yard. I was too busy dealing with being winded and writhing in agony to remember they had a really aggressive dog. I eventually did when he came in my peripheral vision and I slowly got out of there. But jesus-fuck to think what would've happened if he wasn't chained.

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Holy shit! WTF kind of neighbors do you have?!

Also, it amazes me how many people nearly drowned. Even as a lifeguard I'm surprised. Teach your children to swim folks.

Daer21, on 02 August 2012 - 02:45 AM, said:

My neighbors always hated me. It was one of the times i remember.

I nearly fell off a cliff once. I was hiking along a mountain and suddenly I slipped and nearly fell off. My thought was simply "No. I'm not going to die yet," and then I promptly righted myself.

Although, I'm very paranoid, so whenever I hear a noise in my house, I generally think about who and what I care about and think "I can't let this end here..." Basically I live in constant fear of dying, but not really for any good reason.

I got mugged and violently molested in a kind of back alley close to where I live, about 7 months ago. The guy had a knife pressed into my neck, and the whole time I kept thinking "Why me? Why the fuck did he choose THIS alley? Can I kick him? Can I get the upper hand? If I make it out of this, at least I'll have a neat scar." and things along those lines. Unfortunately, the cut didn't scar.

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It was quite... Unnerving.

It actually sounds really awful. I'm sorry.

That does sound quite horrific. My condolences.

I was in the hospital four or so years back close to death. I remember lying in the hospital bed, hearing the sounds of the machines beeping softly, and simply thinking how nice everything was. I wasn't all too scared, though I remember wondering how sad my family would be if I died. I was at peace, and it was nice.

I think my thoughts were simply "The IV machine makes such beautiful music..."

Though once I was driving and hit a patch of ice. In that moment, when my truck was spinning around completely in the cold and the silent, all I could think was how beautiful the ice on the road looked, sparkling in the gloomy midday sun, and I wondered if anyone would even notice if I died. It was such a strange moment. It was so quiet I don't think the truck even made any noise.

Either way I ended up facing the opposite direction on the wrong side of the road and sort of just, stared at the snow before phoning for help.

Reading all of these replies makes me realize how uneventful my life has been. Should I count this as a blessing or a curse?

Daer21, on 02 August 2012 - 02:45 AM, said:

I actually do know how to swim very well. It is just that when you are getting rolled in the water, you have no idea which way is the surface and which way is the bottom.