FA+
Shop
Near Death Experience Storytime.
7 years ago
♥♥♥
Commission Info and Prices:
FlyingFire.net
TOS:
FlyingFire.net
♥♥♥ .
.
.
.
.
.
Well, as some of you know, I'm American. I live in the state of Minnesota, which is up in the North central part of America. I was born and raised here and I've only moved a few times in my life, and lived for a time in Washington State. I've been here ever since coming back to Minnesota because of my Mom... but that's not the story, here. I wanted to recount a story from my youth, out of the blue.
I was born in Minnesota. Minnesota, having 10,000 lakes or more, (face it, there's more) I should have known that at a beach, you just don't go jumping around on rocks as big, or bigger then you when they're being pounded by waves that are twice your size. But when I was very small and far too hopped up on sugar and caffeine to give a care bout this tiny, insignificant fact, I did just that when I went to Duluth. I want to say here that Duluth is huge. So is produces massive rocks for it's shored. The rocks there are NO JOKE. They are huge, wet, mossy, slippery, and can be razor sharp. I was jumping from rock to rock as mom and dad took pictures of the ocean like waters. I got bored, and decided to venture towards the water. Mom got nervous and called for me to come back. Brother (who had gone with me to look for skinks, ) heard her, and I got distracted and slipped when I turned to see what she wanted.
I didn't just fall. I slid down, turned upside down and just plummeted down. It had to be fifteen feet. No one could reach me, and I hadn't been knocked unconscious somehow, or died, since I had essentially landed on my head/neck/face. I thought I was okay until I tried to stand. I couldn't, and fell over, landing in even deeper water that sucked me under. Thanks to Dad, I was an okay swimmer. I swam out and back to my little fifteen foot drop-hole. Dad had to call the fire department to get me out. To this day, I eye the rocks with caution. There's nothing quite like a near death experience to get you to realize just how lucky you are to be alive.
My mom and dad told me later that brother had almost jumped down after me. Dad, too. Mom had held them back by reminding them that I was far smaller than them, and if they happened to land on me, they might hurt or even kill me. Dad told me that he'd never take me back to those rocks. Brother, who at the time, never gave me anything, gave me every single shark tooth, arrowhead, coin and pretty rock I could ever want out of the blue. Which was amazing, as they were all very focused base collection pieces for him. (he collected coins, arrows, rocks and things like shiny shells).
All in all, I have a fractured skull that’s long since healed.
Next time you want to fuss that something happened to you at the beach, remember, it could have been a lot more like mine. o.o;
.
.
.
.
.
. 
She dove in clothes and all and rescued me from drowning. It took quite a few years after that for me to get over my fear of being underwater and learn to swim. Still echoes in my head to this day.
One day, the waters were lower then usual, and I braved over the non-swimmer line, discovering that my current height was just a little lower then the pool's top, so if I reach out with my hand, I can pull myself up above the water. So I went up and jumped in from top of the pool, and trying to reach for the edge, only discovering, that it's a bit farther. The pool was in the process of being filled up and the water level has risen since as well. I've panicked, and went down to the bottom, to jump-push myself away from there and toward the edge. I would have managed it in two submerging and jumping upwards, but it must have looked totally ungraceful and drowning-like, since before I could reach the edge, somebody grabbed my arm and pulled me up and out effortlessly. I couldn't even say, that it was not needed because i was coughing up the little bit of water I swallowed. I guess, it would totally looked like I was drowning...which I wasn't, but I did a put up a pretty good show of. And since I was coughing up a little water I wasn't really able to put up a confident look either. So there I was, little girl and ashamed of my stupid childish behavior...
...next year, I have learned to float and swim all by myself in the river Tisza, and in one day's time I was converted from non-swimmer to confident, and the latter days to swimming-enthusiast. Next visit in at the swimming pool was totally the opposite. I had the feeling, that I've mastered my weakness, conquered all obstacles, and the deep end of the pool wasn't holding anything dangerous for me ever again. My HUGE confidence boost was, that I've learned to swim in a river and not in a pool. But I will always remember of the little girl I once was, who was seemingly drowning, and was saved by a stranger...My shame has dulled since, but undeniably it has become a driving force to be a swimmer, that aren't afraid of the deep waters. Swam in many seas and lakes since then, but I never felt any kind of fear or doubt in my swimming skills ever again.
I've been at risk before like when not being hydrated and doing heavy work, nearly passing out, but nothing nearly as bad as this. So glad you survived.
Many years ago, I used to work as a day camp counselor for a church summer camp, and we went on daily field trips. One day, we went out to a horse ranch to go horseback riding out in the wilderness. I was initially assigned to one horse and approached it from the left side before placing my left foot in the stirrup. Just when I was about to lift my right leg over so I could sit on the saddle, the horse got on its hind legs and whinnied in pain, all because a horsefly bit it on the rump (I didn't notice this and wasn't informed about it until later). Fortunately, someone was nearby to pull me far enough away so that I could witness the horse fall on its back. Who knows what might have happened if I remained where I was or if my foot got caught in the stirrup? I might have been injured severely or crushed to death. Eventually, I was assigned to a different horse and the rest of the field trip ran smoothly from then on.
One of my favorite things as a kid was climbing onto the roof of the house, running over-top and jumping over to the garage, and then jumping down to the ground from the garage roof. To this day I'm amazed I never broke an ankle or worse.