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Scary moments..
November 04 2012
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13 years ago
Rock fishing with some goods mates at conto's beach, just south of Margaret River. An 8 metre swell was rolling in that day, yep 8 metres. We were fishing in some deep water and we're well away from the waters edge, perched about 30 feet above the water and well above where the water had been washing up onto the rocks. This popular fishing spot actually had metal pins lodged into the rock where you could harness yourself to them by the means of a rope ...which we had none of by the way. Being a little crowded with 4 blokes fishing in the same area, i decided to walk around the corner a bit to another spot, it was much higher up above the water line but it was a one way in, one way out scenario. If any freak sets were to come in i was pretty much stuck where i was, but thought i was safe as houses being so much higher above the sea level than the other guys were.The inevitable happened, a couple of king waves come through so i lay flat on the rock gripping at any crevice i could and hoped for the best. The waves slammed into the rock and all i copped was the spray, but now the rock surface was slippery as soap. I tried to ease back down the way i had come up, crawling along on my bum when i suddenly slipped, now heading straight for the water. The only thing that stopped me from sliding into the drink was when i got my heel caught in a crack. The boys scurried down as close as they could to me and reached out with a fishing rod so i could pull myself to safety. It would have been a struggle if i ending up in the ocean, we all went back to camp after that and had a few beers, it was very quiet for the next hour ...i'm sure all were thinking thoughts of 'what if' Probably the closest call i've ever had but would have been falling asleep at the wheel and waking up on the other side of the road, i was 19 and about 3 seconds away from colliding head on with a truck. I was very, very awake for the rest of the trip after that one
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13 years ago
I broke up a fight at a house party between a mate of mine and a guy I knew. Long story short I copped a knife in the stomach for my trouble. That was a scary night because he knicked my abdominal artery and I was 1/4in from bleeding out within a few minutes. The worst part was my wife at the time was 7 months pregnant, covered in blood, freaking out and I had to do first aid type stuff to myself because everyone was in shock. For those that want to know but are worried about offending or upsettiing me by asking, no it didn't hurt as much as you might think. Adrenaline is a wonderful thing. It just felt like a really strong punch in the guts.
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13 years ago
I had a few dicey situations while working security.
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13 years ago
years ago when I was supporting a young couple who had a newborn,they had been drinking and arguing, it was my job to visit them to ensure the baby was Ok.I arrived with a male colleague and in the course of our discussion with them things got heated again.The guy was about to punch his partner and she hid behind me,I was suddenly staring at a large raised fist heading for my face....time literally slowed down...then this popped into my head...''Shall I put the kettle on''...it totally diffused the situation and we all sat down and had a cuppa. Where was my colleague?He was a gentle soul and had taken refuge in a corner...lol...this happened over twenty years ago but I have never forgotten it,and neither has my nose.x R
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13 years ago
the first time, it happened, was when i was 7...my mum decided, that she couldn't take the crap, from my alcoholic dad, anymore...she felt, the world (and us..my sister and i) can get on,just fine, without her...she sent me down, to the shops...and didn't answer the door, when i returned...she didn't know, that i knew, how to pick the lock on the balcony....she was in the bath, full of hot water....she had cut her veins at four places...just to make sure...she was unconscious, when i found her...it all ended well...but i still remember the fear, at the time...the second one happened, a few years back...i had a severe chest infection, which turned into pneumonia....at one stage, i felt, i couldn't breathe....and had to be taken, to hospital...i was sweating, hyper ventilating...i suspect i was experiencing, my first panic attack...it has only happened once, since...and it was by far less severe, than the first time...but i don't think, i have ever felt so scared, or close to dying, in my entire life...both experiences had put things, into perspective, for sure...
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13 years ago
Coming home from holidays on the north coast ... new born in the car, 4 months old ,. and we were the car which was following the south bound coach - which collided head on with a north bound coach just out side of Kempsy.One of the most heart-stoping and horrific moment in my life at the time.The previous moment was when I decided not to go to work one day .. missed meeting up with a school friend on the platform at Westmead Station. .. That train .. was the 609 from Mount Victoria... and what is now know as the Granville Train disaster.
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13 years ago
When I was 20 something, coming home from a party on my motorbike I was into this sweeper on a divided road when a little white furry thing ? popped onto the road and took out the front wheel.I can still recall looking down at the road and watching me and the bike sliding in a shower of sparks, the bike hit a traffic island and a sign cut through the fuel tank and the top frame member, luckily i missed the island and slid to a stop. Because it was Melbourne and about 3am I had 2 pairs of jeans on and several layers on top, I got a twisted ankle and a few bitumen bites on my hands as the gloves ripped off as soon as I hit the road.I was about 600m from home.Another was going to work one morning in a thunderstorm, a bolt of lightening hit a power pole splintering it and sending the wires all over the road, despite the car losing power momentarily from the electrical surge i drove right on through underneath it, how close I was to being fried I'll never know !Sailing off Freo coming back from Bunbury race, I was up the sharp end bending on the storm jib in about 50knots of wind, the bow buried into a wave, I was picked up, the lifeline snapped and I was carried down the length of the boat to be dumped in the helmsman's lap.I kissed him.
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13 years ago
Quoting 'Freya13' years ago when I was supporting a young couple who had a newborn,they had been drinking and arguing, it was my job to visit them to ensure the baby was Ok.I arrived with a male colleague and in the course of our discussion with them things got heated again.The guy was about to punch his partner and she hid behind me,I was suddenly staring at a large raised fist heading for my face....time literally slowed down...then this popped into my head...''Shall I put the kettle on''...it totally diffused the situation and we all sat down and had a cuppa. Where was my colleague?He was a gentle soul and had taken refuge in a corner...lol...this happened over twenty years ago but I have never forgotten it,and neither has my nose.x R The kettle part made me laugh. I found myself in a room once with a 6"4 drunk patient, who got angrier and louder by the minute. I had been taught some diffusing techniques and asked him*insert deep sigh* "I'm dying for a coffee, how do you take yours?". He stalled, blinked, then said "White, two sugars, thanks".
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13 years ago
A few years back. I was sleeping at my ex-partner's house, something I did not do often then. In the middle of the night I had a massive seizure. Long story short: Ambulance, hospital, battery of tests, suspicions of strokes and tumours, a few more seizures and a bucket load of expensive meds later, I'm fine now, thank you. Had I been at my own house that night, I probably would not have been here, acting out all these devious fantasies of mine...
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13 years ago
The first time was two weeks before i got married. I had been to visit a close friend in hospital after a major operation. I was riding my motorcycle home, it was about 8pm so it was dary, when a possum darted out across the road. before i had a chance to react, it had sturck the front tyre and flipped my bike. I ended up sliding behind my bike, which had started to leak oil and fuel onto the road and me, when i looked up at a car i was about to slide into. the only i could think of was the drag my helmet on the ground like a break. it worked...i stopped, and then spent 6 hours in casualty bleed from a punture wound that i still don't now how i got.The second was when I was learning how to barefoot waterski. I was starting to turn, stuck my toe in the water, cartwheeled and pivoted on my neck. I remember the loud crack as my forehead stopped in the water and my body continued past...I came to in the boat, with everyone standing over me. I luckily didnt snap my neck or drown, but my throat and shoulders where bruised for weeks.
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13 years ago
Quoting 'sensualtimestoo'the first time, it happened, was when i was 7... my mum decided, that she couldn't take the crap, from my alcoholic dad, anymore... she felt, the world (and us..my sister and i) can get on,just fine, without her... she sent me down, to the shops...and didn't answer the door, when i returned... she didn't know, that i knew, how to pick the lock on the balcony.... she was in the bath, full of hot water.... she had cut her veins at four places...just to make sure...she was unconscious, when i found her... it all ended well...but i still remember the fear, at the time... Ive been in that situation as well. Although I was the cuttee and my brother found me. My sacariest moment was the third time I tried to commit suicide. Im soo lucky to still be here. A roaming patrol car found my car running with with a pipe running from the exhaust. They dragged my unconcious body from the car. I dare so If they arrived 20 minutes later than what they did I wouldnt be typing this. It still scares the bejeezuz out of me evrytime I think about it.
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13 years ago
As I use to work on cattle stations. But the thing that scared me the most was the bombings in London. My brother and two sisters used the lines that were bombed that day.. They were fine but the two hours before I could get through were agonizing.
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13 years ago
Back in the days when I was married, hubby had me working with a tiny babe, left mums running late, thought I'd take the less used dirt road up into the Dandenongs, speeding a little and took one bend to fast ... Car was heading over the mountains edge... Trying to correct the wheel ... Went to far and then heading for the embankment ... Bath and forth the car fishtailed.... Thankfully I straightened up .. It still gives me the shudders .....
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13 years ago
Quoting 'EuropianBliss' Quoting 'sensualtimestoo'the first time, it happened, was when i was 7... my mum decided, that she couldn't take the crap, from my alcoholic dad, anymore... she felt, the world (and us..my sister and i) can get on,just fine, without her... she sent me down, to the shops...and didn't answer the door, when i returned... she didn't know, that i knew, how to pick the lock on the balcony.... she was in the bath, full of hot water.... she had cut her veins at four places...just to make sure...she was unconscious, when i found her... it all ended well...but i still remember the fear, at the time... Ive been in that situation as well. Although I was the cuttee and my brother found me. My sacariest moment was the third time I tried to commit suicide. Im soo lucky to still be here. A roaming patrol car found my car running with with a pipe running from the exhaust. They dragged my unconcious body from the car. I dare so If they arrived 20 minutes later than what they did I wouldnt be typing this. It still scares the bejeezuz out of me evrytime I think about it. it is funny( or maybe ironic) , how the things, that used to feel, like the end of the world, at the time...can seem so insignificant, now...i am glad, that your brother was there, on time...look at the beautiful woman, you became...full of life and wonder...for me...i do think, i have developed some " abandonment" issues...lolbut i never blamed her...she did her very best, to survive...i guess, we can all have a point, in our lives...when we feel, we can no longer carry on...she is of course very glad now, that i found her in time, back then....and not being able, to wipe her own ass, for 4 months, has thought her a lession, i think...lolas for me....i believe, the experience has perhaps made me a little more compassionate person...more caring, towards other's emotional state...whether they feelings are valid, or not....as those feeling are REAL, and valid,for them....and that is all, that matters, at the end...i have learnt, that i don't necessarily have to understand, one's feelings...i just have to respect them...
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13 years ago
Thats a very gutsy post. Thank you for sharing. I've been dealing with my own issues lately and I've gotten oh so close, but it seems my daughter is my savior even when I'm that " low" my fear of losing her is my motivation to stay alive. Just wanna say out loud to the people suffering depression, YOU ARE NOT ALONE!!!!
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13 years ago
Quoting 'sensualtimestoo' Quoting 'EuropianBliss' Quoting 'sensualtimestoo'the first time, it happened, was when i was 7... my mum decided, that she couldn't take the crap, from my alcoholic dad, anymore... she felt, the world (and us..my sister and i) can get on,just fine, without her... she sent me down, to the shops...and didn't answer the door, when i returned... she didn't know, that i knew, how to pick the lock on the balcony.... she was in the bath, full of hot water.... she had cut her veins at four places...just to make sure...she was unconscious, when i found her... it all ended well...but i still remember the fear, at the time... Ive been in that situation as well. Although I was the cuttee and my brother found me. My sacariest moment was the third time I tried to commit suicide. Im soo lucky to still be here. A roaming patrol car found my car running with with a pipe running from the exhaust. They dragged my unconcious body from the car. I dare so If they arrived 20 minutes later than what they did I wouldnt be typing this. It still scares the bejeezuz out of me evrytime I think about it. it is funny( or maybe ironic) , how the things, that used to feel, like the end of the world, at the time...can seem so insignificant, now...i am glad, that your brother was there, on time...look at the beautiful woman, you became...full of life and wonder...for me...i do think, i have developed some " abandonment" issues...lolbut i never blamed her...she did her very best, to survive...i guess, we can all have a point, in our lives...when we feel, we can no longer carry on...she is of course very glad now, that i found her in time, back then....and not being able, to wipe her own ass, for 4 months, has thought her a lession, i think...lolas for me....i believe, the experience has perhaps made me a little more compassionate person...more caring, towards other's emotional state...whether they feelings are valid, or not....as those feeling are REAL, and valid,for them....and that is all, that matters, at the end...i have learnt, that i don't necessarily have to understand, one's feelings...i just have to respect them...Beautifully put Sensual....the gifts of adversity are very much in evidence in you xx European .. So glad you are still with us.. and you have risen above such sorrows.
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13 years ago
Tortured...chin up.. I hope things pick up in life soon and that you are seeking help to deal with the issues you are facing.
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13 years ago
I think we all have those times in our life where others wonder how we coped, and looking up at the replies I see a lot who have had some horrible traumas. My dad was a very violent man whenever he and my mum argued and the worst argument I can remember was when I was a teenager and, while my parents were arguing, my dad came out of the bedroom with his rifle. I don't remember past that point (I think I passed out??) but it obviously turned out ok as no one got shot. I often have the odd moment at work as I sometimes deal with some not very nice people and can be seen as the enemy, but I guess that's life.
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13 years ago
It was a tumulteous time of my life. When the future becomes a scary thought sometimes some people will think (myself included) ending the pain is the easiest option. When I woke up in hospital it struck me how silly I was to take that option. Torture. Its ok to think about it but if you ever reach the point where it consumes you, then reachout and get help. Phone lines and internet help are great. Sometimes just talking to someone who you dont know does wonders. This whole subject has been playing on my mind all day.
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13 years ago
How my life (and house) was saved by 2 litres of Orange & Mango juiceI was deep frying chips about 5/6 weeks ago, I was a little pissed and forgot that they were on the hotplateNext thing I heard was the smoke alarm beeping, so I went out to attend to it.The boiling oil wasnt actually on fire at this point, just smoking heaps and I stoopidly grabbed the pot by the 2 side handles (they were frigggin hot) and at the very moment I picked it up to put it on the cold hotplate the thing burst into flames.I was moving it to the right side at the time it ignited and being in a little bit of a hurry the flames went to the left and burnt my hand. At this point there was a reflex action and I dropped the pot and shouted FUCKKKKKKK!.The pot wasnt dropped from very high, only about 6 inches or so but enough to cause a large amount of burning/boiling oil to splash over most of my left hand and up to my elbow on my inner forearm.I rushed to the sink screaming louder than a 5 year old who has just had his icecream stolen and tried to make the pain go away by flushing it with copious amounts of cold water,,,, strangely that didnt work. The burn was so painful that the water actually felt very very hot and was not giving me any relief at all so I ran over to the freezer and buried my hand right down deep into the wooly mammoth zone. Due to the hand being wet and a tiny bit hot, it froze to the bottom of the freezer trapping my hand wet tongue on icypole style.Meanwhile the oil fire was raging nicely by now and the curtains had gone up as well.Fortunately I managed to open the fridge with my free hand and one leg , opened a bottle with my teeth and unstuck my stuck hand with a couple of litres of orange and mango juice. The pot was dealt with by smothering it with a dampish bath mat and the curtains copped the rest of the juice and a full stubbie of VB (Fire extinguisher style). The ambo arrived pretty quickly and the female attendant asked me what the pain was on a scale of one to ten, I told her my pain threshold was very high as I do eBay for a living and at that point my pain was running at about 15 and a half.She got me so high on Morphine (3 shots I think) that I argued with her that I now felt OK and maybe I didnt really need to go to the hospital after all PLUS the grand final was on telly and I still had half a carton and dozen bundies in the fridge. She said I was a dickhead and something along the lines of "of course I felt ok now as you are higher than a junkie on dole day" and ordered me into the back of the ambo el pronto! hahahaI asked her if I could bring a 6 pack to the hospital , I couldnt make out all of what she said but it definitely contained the word NO! I managed to sneek back inside under the pretense of making sure the fire was out and scoffed a bundie and tried to smuggle another under my jumper but was busted and had to try and skull it on the front lawn but nearly chucked up from all the gas, and I dont think the morphine helped in that regard either. Almost healed up now and now have a new you beaut Phillips non oil hot air chip fryer, some scars and a funny story to tell. :D
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13 years ago
Does the Phillips make good chips ?Sounds almost healthy !
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13 years ago
But as for the rest of that story: Bhahahahahahahahahaaaa!! *Has coughing fit* Hahahahahahahaaa!!
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13 years ago
Awesome Thankyou for sharing you brave and beautiful soul - :) Xx
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13 years ago
There was also the time I had a head on collision south of Wollombi one night. I was coming around a hill when a car passed me with it's high beams on. My eyes adjusted just in time to see another car heading for me, on my side of the road, no head lights. I veered just enough to avoid a full head on impact. The front guard and driver's door were ripped off and the other car was bent into an 'L' shape. He as driving drunk, his headlights had failed and he was trying to keep up with the other car to be able to see where he was going. Oh yeah, ...and there was the time I came off my Harley at 150 kliks, ...and the time I was caught in the cross-fire of a gun fight between two Vietnamese gangs at Bankstown, ...and the time I forgot my wedding anniversary (now that one was scary).
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13 years ago
It was whilst travelling on the Overlander that runs nightly between Melbourne and Adelaide. I was young dumb and full of cum (and beer)I was with a mate and my younger brother, we were playing cards on a fold out table at the time for cash, just a friendly game really when a young guy came up and asked if he could join in, no wukkers I said, sit down and play. In about half an hours time he had lost all of his cash and was not a happy chappy, but we wernt giving any refunds so off he went in a huff.Another half hour or so passes and Im on my way to make room for more beer when I sight the sore loser heading my way.I could see he was not happy and I could also sense by his body lingo that he was gunna have a go, so I side stepped as he lunged.He ended up tripping in the aisle as his attempt to shoulder me failed. He landed on a fellow passenger and got up swearing and throwing punches. I knocked him out and as I turned to head for the toilet I spotted about half a dozen of his mates approaching at a fast rate of knots.I knocked another 2 out as the aisle was really only wide enough for them to get at me one at a time.The forth victim had other ideas though and he produced a knife. As Im allergic to being stabbed or having my throat slit I fled the scene and lost them about 3 carriages down the train.The best hiding place I could think of at the time was to open a door, get outside the train, shut the door and hold on to the hand rail.This worked rather well and I saw them pass by twice looking for me.Third time unlucky, one of the guys Id KOed spotted me and tried dragging me back in but my shirt gave way as did my hand.The train was doing about 100kph at the time I guess and I fell backwards. The last thing I remembered before waking up in the pitch blackness of a moonless and overcast night was trying to spin mid air as to soften the fall.I was out cold and when I came to the train had disappeared. It was so dark that all I could see was a faint light off in the distance so I headed for that.30 minutes and a few barbed wire fences later I arrive at a farmhouse that just happened to be having a 21st birthday party happening.I got plenty of free beers that night plus a free shirt and had to tell the story about a dozen times.Apart from a bit of bark missing from my face arms legs and shoulders and a nice gash to my shin (still have the scar to prove it) I think I did pretty well considering.Better than being stabbed or having my neck cut up anyway hahahaha.I fell off the same train about a year earlier also but it was only doing about 30kph at the time, as it was slowing down to stop at a station when a womans suitcase on wheels rolled into the back of my legs and delayed the train at Ballarat for about 30 minutes while they looked for my body lol.Stay tuned there are plenty more death defying episodes to come :D
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13 years ago
I once told a woman she looked fat in that dress. Im a bad ass
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13 years ago
Quoting 'axiom28' I once told a woman she looked fat in that dress. Im a bad ass OMG axiom28 thats almost suicidal!
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13 years ago
Quoting 'jsk6767' 14th august 1997, i was awarded a certificate of merit for bravery,from the royal humane society,presented by, wait for it, da governor of nsw at parliament house,with all da trimming's,caviar,champer's even had meself 6 crownies,how goods that,well hope i didn't bore you to much and you enjoyed reading my little adventure,jamie Crikey Jamie ya wrote a book :O and great stuff, showing the true aussie guts and spirit :)✓Ps heres another 5 crownies♕♕♕♕♕
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13 years ago
where was your dog during all of this?
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13 years ago
I was robbed at gunpoint when I was 21 and had cash and some of my tattooing gear stolen.I was confronted by 2 pantihose clad men and told get down on my knees (execution style)Very very scary as I didnt know that it was a robbery at that instant in time.FUCK THAT if I was gunna die it was going to be on my feet and running.I ran, bang bang, they missed.Fuckin idiots mustn't have done any target practice whist wearing hosiery over their heads. LOLTheir both dead now and they both died by the gun. I will add that I had nothing to do with that at all, it was Mr Karma that quickly caught up with those two fools.
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13 years ago
some men will go to extraordinary lengths to take off a girls top Seriously my friend,that was a truely brave and selfless thing to do.Amazingx R
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13 years ago
But duuuude! Punctuation!
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13 years ago
Jamie's writing style is called ''stream of conciousness'',a monolgue reflecting thought process and lacking punctuation.x R
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13 years ago
Awesome story Jamie.. punctuation be damned lol, he's the guy I want around if ever I find myself venturing too close to a cliff edge . You have every right to be proud hun.
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13 years ago
Two close calls in one night.16 years old and on my first unsupervised camping trip.There where about ten of us and all about the same age. We were dropped off by one of the boys fathers who had a large army truck.He supervised the setting up of the camp site then left us on the river bank for the weekend.We had smuggled enough booze in with us to get about 10 teens pissed 3 times over so things were looking good.Good until a few hours later we hear the distant roll of thunder, arghhh bugger looks like the fire will be out and the can opener in.It got louder and closer, so close infact that a huge bolt struck a massive gum tree not more than 10 metres from where we were camped. The noise was amazing and the tree was shattered and burst into flames, a huge limb came crashing down within inches of the tent and would have killed us all had hte tent been a little to the left.The tent was also placed in a slight hollow that had by then turned into a medium sized wading pond complete with pool toys consisting of our once dry sleeping bags/.clothes/food all floating about happily.All of us felt a shock through the water as the bolt struck and I think one of the lads may have even pissed himself but it could have just been capillary action up his legs as he was wearing cords at the time (brown cords) hahhaha .The storm passed quickly and I was already half pissed by this stage and a quarter saturated and with no dry bedding material for night I went wandering.We were camped in one of those places with no facilities and just a few nice spots up and down the river to throw a tent up. So I wander down the dark track bottle in hand looking for dry quarters for the night.Next thing I know is Im blinded by 2 high beam head lights speeding my way up the slippy track. With nowhere to go with thick bush on both sides the car hit me doing about 40 kays I guess and I ended up, up in the air and over the roof.The driver was pissed out of his mind, he stopped and said areyaokmate, I said yeah but I spilt me grog and I dont know where my shoes have gone.We had a quick look but then it started raining again so he says to me "yawannacomeferaspinintathepubmate" I said yes please.He got more piss and ended up going back to his camp site where there was a massive party going on with girls and everything, it was also relatively dry and they had a huge fire going too.I got really pissed and warm, when I got back to the campsite the next morning barefooted but dry and with a half bottle of sherry and a row of love bites on my neck the other boys were not impressed at all.They were all huddled around a miserable smokey fire shivering with wet blankets and sleeping bags draped over their shoulders. 3 of them hitched into town and rang their mothers to come and get them hahhahha Pussies.
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13 years ago
Being a bit of a crash test dummy I've got a book full of near death stories but I'll share the most recent. Guess which middle aged adolescent recently bought a quad bike. A few months ago I was on a boys adventure weekend away tearing around the tracks on my shiny new quad and exiting a fast bend I managed to clip a rock or tree root and cartwheel into the scrub. I broke a few bits and may have been unconscious for a while and when I tried to get up I simply couldn't. Where I'd landed I was obscured from the track and it took a while before the boys found me. I had enough of a lie down to consider my mortality and the chances of internal life threatening injury and the chances of being found. I remembered my flight through the air and grazing a largish tree and thinking "you're fucked this time boy". Oh well nearly all better, quads fixed and should be right to go again in a few weeks. The convalescing period has added a few kilos so might need a bigger bike.
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13 years ago
I've had my fair share on scary moments and seen co workers in bad spots. One of my favourite moments was when a bull, no horns on him, started attacking a horse that was tied up. Without thinking it through, I've run up behind him and slapped his backside as hard as I could. As he turned on me, I realised my stupidity and started looking for some protection. I eyes lit upon a railway line that had stood up as a post. I just beat the bull to it and turned to face him with my hand on one side of the post and his head against the other. As this stage I could hear my 'mates' laughing. Everytime I moved the bull followed. After a minute of this, I fi ally found a solution. I stepped one way and as the bull started coming for me, I stepped to the other side of the post and ran straight behind him and headed for the nearest fence. It was only ten metres away but as I started climbing, the bull got his head under my foot and flicked me over the fence. No damage done, the boys got a laugh and my horse was looked after. Great adrenaline hit too.
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13 years ago
Ozboy....just goes to show chips are bad for you in more ways than one !
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13 years ago
Had many 'near death' experiences-from the first i can remember -my mother pulling me from the dam when i was four or five(I think). I was a goner-don't worry,drowning is not as bad as most peope think. Once the panic and fight leave you,it is quite pleasent-euphoric is the term believe. But the most iteresting was the time I stuck my finger in a light socket(by accident) when replacing a burned out light globe in our pig farrowing shed . I was about 13/14, and my mother and little sister -who happened to be both not of this world anymore- both were walking toward me welcoming me. i knew that we could all go away together,but while i was deciding ,i came back to 'reality' with a very burnt finger and an elbow I couln't move for days. Lots to said for fuses..There is always a dep sadness when I remember that incident. Most people think i just make up a lot of my "stories',I can hardly believe some myself..
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13 years ago
Celebree,,, i can relate to ur story.My 2 cousins also decided to miss work that fateful day.They both worked in the city and decided they would have a relaxing day by the pool,thank god they did otherwise they might not be here today
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13 years ago
As a teen, I ran the rescue boat for the local surf cat hire.After knock off one day I took a spare boat out for a burn on the early evening wind. It was a balmy evening so I had a T-Shirt and shorts on. About 1500m of the coast the toe straps broke. I could have probably stayed on the boat, but the weather was nice and I tumbled backwards into the sea.Surf cats are not sailing boats. They are incredibly stable. You have to be quite a doofus to tip one of those things over. Without me, A normal sailing dingy would have flopped on it's side. But the surf cat just sailed off slowly with the sail slack. Faster than I could swim.It would "roundup" into the wind and stop when the sail began to flap. Then drift for a few seconds, until the sail caught the wind again and shoot off. Repeat...I thought about trying to make the beach, but decided to try to catch the boat. Completely fucked, on about the sixth roundup, I got hold of the trailing sheet rope.At one point, I seriously thought I was going to drown. I would have probably made the shore if that was my first choice. But I decided to try catching the boat. It was just over there for fucks sake.This is how I learned to appreciate life vests.. Later in life I would learn to appreciate bicycle helmets and gloves.I also have a constant fear of drowning.
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RHP User
13 years ago
Funny how scary can things stick in your mind (and throat) when you are very young.My first brush with death was when I was only 5ish (not count being born blue with the umbilical cord wrapped twice around my tiny neck) and I choked on a chop bone, you know the bit a careless butcher leaves behind. I was at the table eating the standard meat and 3 veg when I swallowed a mouthful of lamb chop that contained a bony slither.I couldnt breath in or out, and according to the grown up witnesses at the time I went blue in the face and my eyes bulged bigger than a mini Marty Feldman.Mum went hysterical and Nan rushed me outside to the gully trap and demanded that I be sick.Im my tiny and terrified brain all I could think of was "I cant breath and there is no way I can chunder."Moments seemed like hours and Mum was running around the yard like a headless chook and was screaming like a demented banshee, very much adding to the terror and lack of oxygen I was now suffering from.The bloke next door heard the commotion, he was a pretty big bloke and leap the 6 foot fence in a single bound (just like superman :D ) and grabbed me by both of my ankles, inverted me and thumped me hard between the shoulder blades instantly ejecting the chop blockage and the sweetest air Ive ever breathed came instantly into my lungs.I think I became the youngest full on vegetarian from that point on, until a few years later when I finally got over the phobia of eating anything remotely containing a bone.Mum tried to make me eat meat again but Id chew for ages it until it was dry enough to sneek it from my mouth and snooker it into my one of my pockets.The family dog loved me :D and would snuffle my groin/pocket area after dinner times when I visited the outhouse to dispose of the evidence.I often wondered if Mum ever knew what was going on there lolNow I eat like a drunken Viking and even lick my plate :D〠
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RHP User
13 years ago
PS have since found out that my punctuation was not as bad as the DeviousMissM has mentioned LOL, it's a style called Stream of conciousness My troubles getting through your story were not really because of punctuation issues. My eyes were just a tiny little teensie weensie bit teary. Ok fine, I was crying! There. I feel so much better now.
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RHP User
13 years ago
Maaaaate.
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RHP User
13 years ago
Belated reply, but yeah I'm getting help and sorting my crap out. I know I'd never actually take that final step but some days just suck, and unfortunately due to circumstances beyond my control sometimes things get the better of me. And I have to admit that I'm a bit of a control freak when it comes to my own personal circumstances and I really struggle when I can't make my own way on my own terms(some medical and custody stuff). I'm independent to a fault and that's why I'm in the "headspace" that I'm in at present. I've been in worse situations so I know I'll be all good, just gotta ride it out. An rhp forum probably isn't the best place to say all this, being that people will no doubt judge me to a certain extent but hey, this is me, warts and all!!!
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RHP User
13 years ago
This is an amazing place at times...people can be really supportive and you are right, many people here have or are still dealing with depression.No one will judge you for that.My depression of a few years ago was directly related to the most stressful period of my life but now I rarely go down the rabbit hole for long.I too have a daughter,she is your age and sometimes I think i she s the reason I am still here,she is a gift. Just take each moment,each hour,each day,one at a time and when things are really dark think of her and how much she needs you in her life particularly your love.x R
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RHP User
13 years ago
Thankyou, I haven't been on rhp for that long but I've noticed that despite people having differences of opinion, when someone opens up they do get a lot of support and kind words.
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RHP User
13 years ago
you are welcomex R
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RHP User
13 years ago
my hats off to you about the scariest thing that ever happened to me was coming off my bike while learning the car i was following was slowing down and i thought he was stopping so i went around him but there was a dog running across the road in front of him i swerved and hit the curb i went over the handlebars and took all the bark off my shoulders and upper back hurt so bad wen they cleaned the gravel out i threw up
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RHP User
13 years ago
So ill add another, Have had 2 very close shaves about 20 years ago The one i can mention, had me stupidly chasing a few mates through the twisties in Cairns, overtaking on blind corners and doing all the stupid crap you do when 20 years old and bulletproof. Leaning the bike right over at 140 when the back wheel hits a slippery cats eye in middle of the road. Over corrected so hard that the handlbar of the bike dented the tank yet somehow managed to hold it as we slid to an embankment. Just before sailing over, leant the bike over and just managed to hold on. Got home safely, however took a while to unglue my puckered ass fromt he seat, and only then did i realise my thumb was caught between handle and tank when she full locked. Result - broken thumb and crapping diamonds for a week! To his day my sphincter muscle has tremendous powers!
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RHP User
13 years ago
Thats the top floor of my place.I was iin there at the time the storm hit.I lost every thing I own that wass not waterproof, photos and family videos, thousands of dollars worth of my online business stocks that just disappeared. 10k worth of audio equipment, 4 computers (2 laptops) and the fucking (roof complete with solar panels and solar water tank.) Even a large section of the teak floor was blown up creating a huge hole making getting to my room a bit of a challenge in the dark with the storm peaking.$300 in cash beside my bed vanished (even the loose change)And to top all that off some lowlife stole my $1200 mountain bike from the back of a friends house who I was helping out at 3am sunday morning.If you saw the news you may have seen me at the above friends house helping her clean up. I havent seen any news footage yet as the powerline was ripped off my house, I look like being without power here for a few more days and all my TVs are soaked anyways and where carted off to the tip by the council yesterday)The local paper came in interviewed me and took photos of of the damage so I may post the link when it goes to press tomorrow (but I may look uglier than the damage so may not post the links lol) And the scariest part of all that is I was not insured, bugger.
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RHP User
13 years ago
I had links posted to the damage but apparently deemed unsuitable for an adult sex site.Mother nature can be a bitch but we have provoked her.just google woodburn storms and youll see that we coppedwind gusts to 250+kph Flattened stop signs and snapped off over 20 pwer poles demolished half a dozen houses and un roofed twice that.Had 95mls of rain in 25 minutes, had more than that in my place due too the funnel effect (and having no roof)Part of my roof ended up 300m away wrapped 30 foot up the bowlo club light pole, the rest of it ended up 6 inches from the car and a little further up the road. It even blew my cbr over but it landed on a fallen tree branch so wasnt even scratched, I took it out for a scratch yesterday and it felt good (the only way I like 200kph wind is that way. (278 actually) lol Thankfully no one was hurt seriously but one woman got electrocuted whilst on the phone and a powerline fell onto her ph line, shes ok and possibly faired better than having to cope with an Indian cold caller right on dinner time I think I'll move back to blue knob.
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RHP User
13 years ago
Wow Ozboy, Can't imagine what you had to deal with. Not much I can say other than Hugs!
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RHP User
13 years ago
terrible,but good to hear you are ok...now, back to ya Knob....x R
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RHP User
13 years ago
Unfortunately I have been in several situations where I have been in immediate danger due to a few poor choices either by my own doing or by those around me at the time, but the one that plays on my mind fresh as if it was yesterday was when my step father completely flipped out one night and held us hostage. He had nailed and bolted everything shut and engaged in a you first or me like game but in the last round removed the gun from myself and took his own life. I do not even remember how we got out of the house and the last thing I recall was being told to breathe; woke up as we were pulling into the hospital. The strangest thing though when I sat back and thought about the whole night there were clues in the week leading up to that night. I recall seeing him hide phone keys etc in the bowling bag and placing the gun behind the tv unit and he even said sorry for no reason as I passed him the morning before but I just never really put it all together until after as I was a teenager and just kinda ignored most things back then.That same year we had three people die suddenly all one after the other.. (him)7/2 - (close friend)7/3 - (brother)7/5... all on the 7th day and strangely enough all around roughly the same time of night. All just bizarre.
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RHP User
13 years ago
I understand how a memory like that would remain vivid and be a defining moment in your life. I hope you are at peace with it now.
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RHP User
13 years ago
Quoting 'jensman1903' I understand how a memory like that would remain vivid and be a defining moment in your life. I hope you are at peace with it now.Took a few years but yes after a mini break down at the age of 19 I am all in all at peace with most things in life now It's actually funny how the brain functions as I have a memory disorder where I can not recall sections of my life and also have issues forming new long term memories; what I can recall I'm actually glad I can not remember most things, although the old memory springs up every now and then.
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