How many lives left?

[Fala]

I will be 56 years old this month and looking back on my life...I realize how many times I've been close to death (or lucked right out of it).

At 5 years old I once stepped off the side ridge of a Marina at Canyon Lake in Tx. I remember sinking down into very cold water...nobody saw me do this so I was on my own. Not being able to swim, I clawed my way up the vegetation growing down the drop off. I could very well have drowned.

At 14 years old....I was hanging out with some bad company. A guy there was hitting on me and laid down on my lap. We were all out in a remote area. A few of us were passing around a bottle of wine...being a giggly, dumb kid, I turned the bottle over and poured the wine on his face. He sat up and turned to me...I could see him shaking with rage....he was so fucking mad. Well, This was down on Panama City, Fl beach. He was big in the news the next year...turns out he was a serial killer.

A near OD from Cocaine when I was 20....

So many other scary incidents thruout my life.

I figure if I were a cat, I'd have 2 lives left. The good news is that I keep that in mind and am so much more careful in my life. Learned and lived. yay.

What about you?

By the way, I believe when I signed up here at Lit....being a bit worried at the time about putting my info out there....I signed up under a family member's birth month and day. My own is 11/27. I will change it.

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

It's not something I worry about. It will happen when it happens.

 

[Fala]

It's not something I worry about. It will happen when it happens.

But Ann! It's about the drama! Tell us about your near-misses....or near-hits!

It's always a good story!

 

[bronzeage]

...
By the way, I believe when I signed up here at Lit....being a bit worried at the time about putting my info out there....I signed up under a family member's birth month and day. My own is 11/27. I will change it.

Weren't you worried the serial killer would find your relative and not you?

 

[smoothg103rd]

I'm so glad nothing happened to you.

As for me, if I was a cat, I would be dead already.

I been around random shootings well over 7 times in my life, and all it would've took is for one to hit me in the head. Not to mention that I been grazed by one.

I almost fell through a sewer hole when I was around 5 or 6, the metal plate that cover it was missing. Walking without playing attention I fell straight through it and hit my head on the street, luckily my reflects made me grab on to the streets, and luckily my older cousin was in front of the store and able to pull me up. If I was smart, I should've sued the city.

 

[OjosMojo]

I will be 56 years old this month and looking back on my life...I realize how many times I've been close to death (or lucked right out of it).

At 5 years old I once stepped off the side ridge of a Marina at Canyon Lake in Tx. I remember sinking down into very cold water...nobody saw me do this so I was on my own. Not being able to swim, I clawed my way up the vegetation growing down the drop off. I could very well have drowned.

At 14 years old....I was hanging out with some bad company. A guy there was hitting on me and laid down on my lap. We were all out in a remote area. A few of us were passing around a bottle of wine...being a giggly, dumb kid, I turned the bottle over and poured the wine on his face. He sat up and turned to me...I could see him shaking with rage....he was so fucking mad. Well, This was down on Panama City, Fl beach. He was big in the news the next year...turns out he was a serial killer.

A near OD from Cocaine when I was 20....

So many other scary incidents thruout my life.

I figure if I were a cat, I'd have 2 lives left. The good news is that I keep that in mind and am so much more careful in my life. Learned and lived. yay.

What about you?

By the way, I believe when I signed up here at Lit....being a bit worried at the time about putting my info out there....I signed up under a family member's birth month and day. My own is 11/27. I will change it.

Wank fodder for wannabes.

Good job, playgrounder.

 

[pink]

I had a PE about 4 years ago, that was probably my closest to death I've come.


I guess when I had my daughter, I was pretty sick then too.

 

[Fala]

Weren't you worried the serial killer would find your relative and not you?

Hahaha! had nothing to do with it, Bronze....funny guy!

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

But Ann! It's about the drama! Tell us about your near-misses....or near-hits!

It's always a good story!

I spent the better part of the last 2 years fighting a potentially fatal medical condition. I'm pretty road weary in regards to worrying about my own mortality. I'll continue to fight but I'm ok with the outcome, whatever it may be. I've had a good life.

 

[Fala]

Wank fodder for wannabes.

Good job, playgrounder.

Wank fodder? Eyer? are you losing it or something?

Sounds to me like this is more YOUR style....perhaps YOU should peruse the playground.

 

[Fala]

I spent the better part of the last 2 years fighting a potentially fatal medical condition. I'm pretty road weary in regards to worrying about my own mortality. I'll continue to fight but I'm ok with the outcome, whatever it may be. I've had a good life.

Ann...yes I know. Hang in there. I know it sounds crazy but....when you go to sleep at night....envision a brick wall.

Then envision yourself with a sledge-hammer, slamming it into that wall. Every night pick up that sledge-hammer and keep busting thru it. EVERY night for as many weeks as it takes....keep slamming thru that wall.

The night you see daylight thru it, keep swinging harder...you are almost there.

That wall is your cancer. Knock that fucker DOWN.

Despite my bad night a few weeks ago and my angry comment towards you...I do care, Ann. I pray for you and send you positive thoughts.

 

[snugglestruggle]

I will be 56 years old this month and looking back on my life...I realize how many times I've been close to death (or lucked right out of it).

At 5 years old I once stepped off the side ridge of a Marina at Canyon Lake in Tx. I remember sinking down into very cold water...nobody saw me do this so I was on my own. Not being able to swim, I clawed my way up the vegetation growing down the drop off. I could very well have drowned.

At 14 years old....I was hanging out with some bad company. A guy there was hitting on me and laid down on my lap. We were all out in a remote area. A few of us were passing around a bottle of wine...being a giggly, dumb kid, I turned the bottle over and poured the wine on his face. He sat up and turned to me...I could see him shaking with rage....he was so fucking mad. Well, This was down on Panama City, Fl beach. He was big in the news the next year...turns out he was a serial killer.

A near OD from Cocaine when I was 20....

So many other scary incidents thruout my life.

I figure if I were a cat, I'd have 2 lives left. The good news is that I keep that in mind and am so much more careful in my life. Learned and lived. yay.

What about you?

By the way, I believe when I signed up here at Lit....being a bit worried at the time about putting my info out there....I signed up under a family member's birth month and day. My own is 11/27. I will change it.

Sometimes shit happens.

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

Ann...yes I know. Hang in there. I know it sounds crazy but....when you go to sleep at night....envision a brick wall.

Then envision yourself with a sledge-hammer, slamming it into that wall. Every night pick up that sledge-hammer and keep busting thru it. EVERY night for as many weeks as it takes....keep slamming thru that wall.

The night you see daylight thru it, keep swinging harder...you are almost there.

That wall is your cancer. Knock that fucker DOWN.

Despite my bad night a few weeks ago and my angry comment towards you...I do care, Ann. I pray for you and send you positive thoughts.

I was hoping for some big epiphany. That only happens in the movies.

 

[Fala]

I was hoping for some big epiphany. That only happens in the movies.

Ann, how much do we REALLY know about how the mind/body works together. I've heard many stories on "visualization". What does it hurt to try?

Here's one....

http://www.cnn.com/2011/HEALTH/03/03/ep.seidler.cancer.mind.body/

regardless....I want it GONE from your body!

 

[Disgustipated]

Not to mention that I been grazed by one.

That is probably the most non-gangsta thing ever written in the history of ever.

I fell straight through it and hit my head on the street

This, I do not doubt.

 

[Sean]

Ann...yes I know. Hang in there. I know it sounds crazy but....when you go to sleep at night....envision a brick wall.

Then envision yourself with a sledge-hammer, slamming it into that wall. Every night pick up that sledge-hammer and keep busting thru it. EVERY night for as many weeks as it takes....keep slamming thru that wall.

The night you see daylight thru it, keep swinging harder...you are almost there.

That wall is your cancer. Knock that fucker DOWN.

Despite my bad night a few weeks ago and my angry comment towards you...I do care, Ann. I pray for you and send you positive thoughts.

Your dealer must have some kickass product.

 

[smoothg103rd]

That is probably the most non-gangsta thing ever written in the history of ever.



This, I do not doubt.

Who the fuck wants to be shot? I was hauling ass. Nobody wants to be shot, no body. The funny part was, it seemed as faster I run,the gun shots got louder.

 

[Hypoxia]

We are all constantly near death but mostly are unaware just how close. Any random driver on a roadway could crush you at any time. (All drivers exercise the power of life and death.) Any food you eat could be contaminated. Some armed fucktard could open fire on you. A building could collapse on you. All sorts of hazards could miss you by inches -- or not miss you. You survive by whims of fate.

I experienced more than enough near-misses and almost-misses. I pulled enough stupid stunts. I had medical close calls. I just missed deadly disasters -- earthquakes, fires, floods, tornadoes, riots, wars. Any of these could have erased me. I consider myself extremely lucky, mostly dumb luck. Napoleon would have loved me as a general.

Nobody gets out of this alive.

 

[Fala]

Your dealer must have some kickass product.

Hahaha...I have no dealer...I don't do drugs.

However, I'm about as open-minded as I thought you were.

Sean, it's about hope....happiness...and taking action in one's healing and one's own health.

If I were in Ann's situation, however, I would definitely seek professional medical attention....I would also do anything in my power to help my own situation wherever I could.

 

[Fala]

Who the fuck wants to be shot? I was hauling ass. Nobody wants to be shot, no body. The funny part was, it seemed as faster I run,the gun shots got louder.

You were running into the echo? It's the shot that you don't hear that you have to worry about. think about it.....

 

[Hard_Rom]

Almost got caught in nasty undertow at age 10, barely made it to shore.

Pinned between a 10ton Euclid dump truck and my own van at a scrap yard.

Two motorcycles crashes, one on expressway and one at racetrack.

Timely intervention of buddy whacking me between shoulder blades stopped me from choking drunk and vomiting.

Two heart attacks. Technically four but was in emerge when I had a series of three. What doc said anyways. Only 25% survive first heart attack.

Got out of car and had a pee in dark alley in Detroit at 3 in the morning. Never seen burned out cars in a town before. Experienced buddy said I was nuts to get out of car. Really drunk and needed a pee bad.

 

[Fala]

We are all constantly near death but mostly are unaware just how close. Any random driver on a roadway could crush you at any time. (All drivers exercise the power of life and death.) Any food you eat could be contaminated. Some armed fucktard could open fire on you. A building could collapse on you. All sorts of hazards could miss you by inches -- or not miss you. You survive by whims of fate.

I experienced more than enough near-misses and almost-misses. I pulled enough stupid stunts. I had medical close calls. I just missed deadly disasters -- earthquakes, fires, floods, tornadoes, riots, wars. Any of these could have erased me. I consider myself extremely lucky, mostly dumb luck. Napoleon would have loved me as a general.

Nobody gets out of this alive.

Exactly, Hypoxia! What my aim was here was to point out how many near-deaths that happened because of our own bad choices.

Also...and did we learn by them.

 

[smoothg103rd]

You were running into the echo? It's the shot that you don't hear that you have to worry about. think about it.....

The shooter must of been running behind us or something, or maybe the people I was with started shooting back. I wasn't strapped, so I didn't even look back, I just was trying to get out that water, before I got wet.

And you're right, the one you don't hear is more deadly. But all shots you have to worry about.

 

[Fala]

Almost got caught in nasty undertow at age 10, barely made it to shore.

Pinned between a 10ton Euclid dump truck and my own van at a scrap yard.

Two motorcycles crashes, one on expressway and one at racetrack.

Timely intervention of buddy whacking me between shoulder blades stopped me from choking drunk and vomiting.

Two heart attacks. Technically four but was in emerge when I had a series of three. What doc said anyways. Only 25% survive first heart attack.

Got out of car and had a pee in dark alley in Detroit at 3 in the morning. Never seen burned out cars in a town before. Experienced buddy said I was nuts to get out of car. Really drunk and needed a pee bad.

Dude...you deserve to live a long life just for the STORIES you have to tell!


Hahah! seriously. So glad you are ok, doll!

 

[Hard_Rom]

Dude...you deserve to live a long life just for the STORIES you have to tell!


Hahah! seriously. So glad you are ok, doll!

I attribute my survival to honouring the old Germanic gods. Well, probably had nothing to do with it but you never know. Always hedge a big bet.

The runaway dump truck was close. Unloading scrap metal from my van when working as a sheet metal worker. Beside my van was a large stake truck with two guys on top unloading it. Scrapyard worker comes to help me unload. Then I hear a shout. I look up at guys on stake truck to see what was up. Yard worker suddenly bolts. I turn around a see a 10 ton dump truck loaded with crushed blocks of steel coming slowly towards me. I look up, it was that close, and see cab is empty. Oh shit! Yard worker who ran knew what was up. He parked rig on incline without parking brake as crane dropped blocks of crushed scrap in.

By now I have nowhere to go. Truck came slow enough I had time to grab front grill and door of my van and raise my feet over the extended bumper. Thought I was going to be crushed to death. Slowly! Whole mess came to a halt with me in a tiny triangular space between Euclid, stake truck and my van. I was pinned tight and could not move a muscle.

Yard worker sticks his head up and asks if I'm okay.

"GET THIS FUCKING THING OFF ME!" was my reply.

I walked out without a scratch. Pale as a ghost and shaking bad but uninjured.

Rival company van shows up and they are laughing at sight of competitors van so badly damaged. They stopped laughing when the Euclid was backed up and I walked out from the midst of it all.

Crashing motorcycles taught me that no matter how fast it happens, you have the time to say "SHIT!".

For heart attacks was in town and just minutes from really good hospital. Hate to think if I had been out of town fishing or something. Never have made it.

Undertow, there is my dad standing at water's edge with scared look on his face watching me make my way back in. Great Lake riptides not as severe as ocean ones but still suck a few kids to their deaths every year.

Might have been saved in Detroit because being drunk I did not realize I did not have my lights on. When I got back in car a few minutes later I look in rear view and see a cop car. Maybe he was around when we stopped but I didn't see him.