This came up in my Facebook feed. My number comes out to 1967 as the year I escaped death - I would have been 3 and would have no memory of it - which is what I posted. Then my sister commented that that’s the year I had appendicitis which, I actually did come close to death if my parents hadn’t taken me to the hospital (just to be sure) and had emergency surgery. I thought that happened in ‘64, but she is older and would have a better memory of it than me. Anyway, anyone else have a near death experience? Specifically related to the addition in the meme, but any year will do.
Mine comes up as 2000 and I don’t recall anything out of the ordinary for me regarding near death experiences that year.
1965. The really close call was January 2019 when pancreatitis caused by gall stones caused a severe case of sepsis. I was admitted in "critical/unstable condition" and spent several days in ICU. It was bad. How bad was it? Even doctors shudder at the mention of septic pancreatitis. That was as close as I want to come until it's time to check out once and for all. Appropos of nothing, Warren Zevon's next to last album was called "My Ride's Here" and featured a picture of a hearse on the cover. Sadly that was just before he was diagnosed with terminal cancer. A result he chalked up to the "tactical error" of not seeing a doctor for 20 years. He was able to finish his last album just days before he died.
1989, that might have been the year that while out trick or treating, one of the guys threw an egg at a window, the owner came out shooting off a handgun. I've had other near death experiences since then.
1978. Nothing too memorable. There was a kinda scary episode that may have happened to me that year... I spent a lot of time at my aunt and uncle's house and was friends with the girl next door. One night while my uncle was away, my aunt, the girl, and I were having fun playing games and such. At one point, we were playing hide and seek or something (my memory's a bit hazy) and I ran into the garage to hide. The lights were off in the garage, and I knelt down by my uncle's car. I could hear my aunt and the girl looking for me inside the kitchen (which adjoined the garage). My aunt opened the door, and light illuminated a patch of the garage. I couldn't really see her very well. She was silhouetted against the backlight from the kitchen. (I'll substitute my handle for my real name here.) "Paladin," she called out, in high spirits, "are you out here?" I must've giggled or something, since she looked in my direction. She called out again, but her tone had changed radically. "Paladin," she said, "come back inside. Come back inside right now." The playfulness was totally gone. She was very serious. I got up and stepped back inside and she immediately locked the door to the garage behind me. She was so serious, I thought I must've done something really wrong, that I was in trouble. "What's wrong?" I asked. "You didn't see?" she asked. "See what?" "There was someone in the garage with you. You were right next to them." I had a chill go down my spine. I was totally unaware that I had knelt in the dark next to another person. Had my uncle been home, he would probably have gone out there and taken care of it with whomever. As it was, my aunt thought it might be some transient just looking for some shelter, so she let the situation be. From then on, I had a general sense of unease whenever I was in that garage. That probably wasn't a brush with death--whoever was in the garage probably didn't intend any harm--but that's the only thing that I can remember around that time that seems to fit.
Need to be careful with these as they could be ways of catfishing your DOB details out of you for identity theft. Of course, most people have their DOB listed on FB anyway, but still.
Yeah, the meme format means no-one should expect to live past 53, many of these are phishing as you say. The real way to estimate your death date is to post your mother's maiden name, your first workplace and your first pets name, I encourage everyone to do so.
Yea, I normally don’t respond to these. But, it was on my nieces timeline - which she keeps locked to friends only and so is mine. So, I didn’t mind posting it. Never post anything on those that are open to everyone in the world and already has more that 10K comments.
2007. My oncologist said there was one treatment left they could try, it had a 30% success rate, and if it didn't work I'd be dead within 18 months. I told him he was estimating my chances incorrectly. He seemed confused and I told him that was due to the expectation that up to this point I had received competent care, and most clearly that was not the case. I left Georgetown, who were literally killing me, and got in with a new doctor utilizing the new treatment of the time - stem cell transplant. I was cured in 18 months. Not remission either - it's fucking gone.
Your robot name is your mother's maiden name plus the last four digits of your social security number!
The other day I got one that was name the first car you got laid in. It should have been followed by what is your mother's maiden name, and do some numerology with the last four digits of your social security number. One of the reasons I am glad I do not have many high school friends on my facebook is because I was known by my first POS car. My first car was a basic pontiac 6000. no kids I knew drove that motherfucker. Then I inherited my grandmother's pontiac 6000 which was the deluxe model with all the electronic shit. Kids who drove ford festivas had more swagger than my pontiac. Worse off, kids around altered a racist trope about pontiac for me. Poor old nerd thinks it's a cadillac. Me and my friends had some fucking fun in that thing. Oh, and BTW I do not answer security questions with the actual answer. I know you can put anything memorable you want in there.
I was almost hit by a tram a few years ago. Wasn't looking where I was going, and it missed me by centimeters.
My younger brother, a friend of mine, and I had an experience akin to the kids in Stand By Me. We barely got off the tracks before the train went whizzing by.
