What flirts with death have you had - Beyond Tiki

D dangergirl299 Grand Member (1 year) Bay Area Joined: Feb 18, 2003 Posts: 893	D dangergirl299 Posted posted on Fri, Oct 1, 2004 12:46 PM growing in up orange county, we hung out at the neighbor's pool a lot. my sister one day offered to "teach me to swim." this involved her swimming me to the Deep End and then letting go. naturally, I went down, and dragged her with me, grabbing at her head and keeping her under in an attempt to stay afloat. both of us were drowning while the parents sat nearby playing Gin Rummy and drinking bloody mary's, thinking we were playing. the neighbors' mother in law, a former swim teacher, realized we were drowning and saved us. later, while living in Oregon, I also hydroplaned across the freeway, in the middle of the night, during a hard rain. I remember doing 360's across all lanes and waiting for someone to barrel into me, which didn't happen. suddenly, my lights lit up the side of a semi truck mid-spin, and I thought "this is where I die." luckily, my front fender nicked the side of the semi in mid-spin only, then my truck stalled, perpindicular across the lanes. I again waited for someone to hit me, but luckily no one did, and I was able to quickly re-start it and move it to the side. in my excitement, I left the truck running and the lights on, with the keys in the ignition, obviously, but then locked the door out of habit when I went to talk to the semi driver. in the pouring rain. in the middle of the night. the semi driver was nice enough to let me sit in his cab while we waited an hour for AAA to show up to let me into my car. last, a few years ago I had terrible food poisoning in Hawaii, and ended up in the ER room after spending a week in agony. I was better on the last day and wanted to finally snorkel. the waves are rough on that snorkel beach in Kona, so I was sticking close to shore. but my father egged me on, saying "the fish are beautiful out there by the rocks." I got out there but was too weak to swim back, with the tide coming in. I felt myself starting to panic, and the waves were too choppy to get a good footing on the rocks. but, I remembered my years of swim team training and swam diagonically across the waves into the neighboring beach and then walked back to my folks. at that point, I felt lucky to be alive. I've also several times dropped butcher knives on my bare feet while doing dishes, but each time only the handle landed on my feet. Is that luck, or physics?

growing in up orange county, we hung out at the neighbor's pool a lot. my sister one day offered to "teach me to swim." this involved her swimming me to the Deep End and then letting go. naturally, I went down, and dragged her with me, grabbing at her head and keeping her under in an attempt to stay afloat. both of us were drowning while the parents sat nearby playing Gin Rummy and drinking bloody mary's, thinking we were playing. the neighbors' mother in law, a former swim teacher, realized we were drowning and saved us.

later, while living in Oregon, I also hydroplaned across the freeway, in the middle of the night, during a hard rain. I remember doing 360's across all lanes and waiting for someone to barrel into me, which didn't happen. suddenly, my lights lit up the side of a semi truck mid-spin, and I thought "this is where I die."

luckily, my front fender nicked the side of the semi in mid-spin only, then my truck stalled, perpindicular across the lanes. I again waited for someone to hit me, but luckily no one did, and I was able to quickly re-start it and move it to the side.

in my excitement, I left the truck running and the lights on, with the keys in the ignition, obviously, but then locked the door out of habit when I went to talk to the semi driver. in the pouring rain. in the middle of the night.

the semi driver was nice enough to let me sit in his cab while we waited an hour for AAA to show up to let me into my car.

last, a few years ago I had terrible food poisoning in Hawaii, and ended up in the ER room after spending a week in agony. I was better on the last day and wanted to finally snorkel. the waves are rough on that snorkel beach in Kona, so I was sticking close to shore. but my father egged me on, saying "the fish are beautiful out there by the rocks."
I got out there but was too weak to swim back, with the tide coming in. I felt myself starting to panic, and the waves were too choppy to get a good footing on the rocks.
but, I remembered my years of swim team training and swam diagonically across the waves into the neighboring beach and then walked back to my folks. at that point, I felt lucky to be alive.

I've also several times dropped butcher knives on my bare feet while doing dishes, but each time only the handle landed on my feet. Is that luck, or physics?

Post #117507 by dangergirl299 on Fri, Oct 1, 2004 12:46 PM