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Post by itsmagic on Nov 4, 2017 21:41:00 GMT
i want this thread to give true life stories from our own lives about how we saved someones life or our own lives with quick thinking or resourcefulness. tales of drama in literal life and death struggles where they and we survived. helpful and cautionary information that may help others in similar situations. i'm still composing several stories of my own but i am looking forward to hearing your stories too. **{ i had not included in my original posting another idea - thinking about making it a separate thread. instead i want to speak also about the numerous times my life has been preserved, more than 10 times, i believe, by the hand of God. most recently again today as i shall detail as todays posting. this edit 5/15/18}** |
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Post by them1ghtyhumph on Nov 4, 2017 22:32:53 GMT
Best I can do is tell you is I called off my wedding in 1971, sparing either my or my ex-fiancee's life.
If we had gotten married, one of us would have killed the other.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2017 0:32:06 GMT
I was in an abusive relationship with my ex about a year and a half ago. I was living with him and learned that it was getting worse and much scarier. Her tried to get me into stuff I didn't want to and felt trapped in a situation. I ended up leaving without saying anything because he seemed like the type of person that wouldn't physically let me leave if he knew I tried to. I knew I really made the right decision based on his reaction to me leaving too because it showed his true colors.
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Post by itsmagic on Nov 9, 2017 0:17:44 GMT
( this entire incident took place within less than 3 minutes. i shall describe safety concerns after the narrative)
about 15 years ago, my son & i were on our way to a bike race in n.c. going west on I40. there were pine trees lining the hwy.
on the other side of the road, i saw a van had crashed into the trees and the back end had already caught fire. we ran across
to find the man had hit the windshield and was stunned. the front end was smashed back to the drivers seat and the door was
damaged, the van tilting towards the passenger side.
i jumped onto the drivers side wheel to talk to the man. flames were already shooting up on his right side. the gas tank had
perforated and the heat was spraying gas onto the dry pine needles faster and faster. at that angle, i couldn't reach the
seatbelt release, so i told the man to work on getting his seatbelt undone, we were going to get him out of there. i shouted for
someone to bring me a knife to cut the seatbelt.
others had grabbed tree limbs and were smashing the shattered windshield out. the flames were intensifying rapidly, they were
consuming the back end of the van and were 15 or 20 feet high already. people began running up handing me fire extinguishers
to keep the flames off of the man. fortunately, the slope of the hill was mostly keeping the flames at the back of the van away
from him. but then the leaking gas began shooting flames closer to his right side near the seatbelt release. just as we used up
the last fire extinguisher, flames leapt out from under the vehicle forcing me to jump away.
i ran down to a group of hundreds of people driven back by flames now engulfing trees, 25 to 30 feet or more high. knowing
we had only seconds left, i screamed at the top of my lungs- if we don't get him now he's going to burn-COME WITH ME NOW!!!
several of us ran back into what was now a raging forest fire. the van was blanketed in smoke with flashes of fire.
we grabbed a hold of what was left of the steering wheel and steering column and pulled with all our adrenaline charged
strength. it bent the entire front of the van forward. this freed the man's legs pinned in the wreckage. we shouted
for him to give us his hands. out of the smoke and flames his arms appeared. we pulled so hard he practically
flew though the air and we carried him a safe distance. just then the remaining gasoline and flames consumed
the van entirely. he survived with serious but not life threatening burns.
(the perforations in the gas tank allowed for a slower release of pressure and the pine needles slowed the spreading of the
flames, since only fumes are flammable. there was a chance if he had been able to reach the seat slide mechanism he may
have been able to slide back some. no one found a knife in time for me to cut the seatbelt. he was too dazed by the impact
with the windshield and his efforts were hampered by flames leaping up near the seatbelt release. the door itself was too
damaged to operate. i now travel with knives in all my vehicles to cut seatbelts-serrated edges on the base are most
effective. it should be mentioned that such a fire on pavement presents a different consideration. the fire spreads
faster since it is not readily absorbed. in addition, the tank detonating is more catastrophic as the fluid hits the
ground and spreads out,then the fumes ignite. be aware of time constraints, others could be at risk very quickly.)
thank God we were able to help and he and we survived
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Post by nausea on Nov 9, 2017 0:25:52 GMT
when i almost tripped my natural grace save us
youre welcome
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Post by deembastille on Nov 9, 2017 0:34:52 GMT
saved myself... I didn't back down when a doctor botched a large needle biopsy on my thyroid, killing one side of my voicebox. I still have a hard time saying e's and my voice gets hoarse easily -- think of Abby Lee Miller at the end of every dance moms ep. I was pissed, understandably and the asstwat was being just that. as was his friend, the only endocrinologist dr in the entire area -- and he played that like a fiddle! so glad when I moved to nyc and started seeing REAL ENDOCRINOLOGISTS! my head and neck surgeon saved my life twice. saved someone else's life. too many to mention. sometimes I feel like I am the only person who calls 911 or 311 or even gives a shit! last 311 was Thursday when rats were running rampant in a benches only park and kids were running around WITH THEM! they have a sign up saying don't feed the pigeons and why == one of the reasons is it attracts rats, and the sign is translated into a couple off languages but the sign is freakishly small and in an area where the parents aren't near. I was disgusted to see parents actively watching their kids playing with rats! and the kicker, they were looking at me and getting angry because I was watching it all and on the phone. is someone guilty of something?  BE A FUCKING PARENT! it has come to a point where I don't see something and say something, I get the hell outta Dodge! it isn't worth saying anything, since it will probably be the last thing you say. |
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Post by moviebuffbrad on Nov 9, 2017 1:46:16 GMT
No real stories like that. Most I've done is donate blood after that shooting here in Vegas.
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Post by itsmagic on Nov 9, 2017 2:41:45 GMT
No real stories like that. Most I've done is donate blood after that shooting here in Vegas. thank you for contributing blood. sorry y'all had to experience that |
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Post by moviebuffbrad on Nov 9, 2017 6:19:33 GMT
No real stories like that. Most I've done is donate blood after that shooting here in Vegas. thank you for contributing blood. sorry y'all had to experience that Thanks. It was the least I could do. Other people were driving victims to the hospital. |
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Post by Matthew the Swordsman on Nov 9, 2017 9:20:30 GMT
After my Yarra Ranges army invaded South Melbourne, we made particular effort to not hurt civilians as we brutally crushed the South Melbourne army.
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Post by lenlenlen1 on Nov 9, 2017 20:00:20 GMT
Best I can do is tell you is I called off my wedding in 1971, sparing either my or my es-fiancee's life. If we had gotten married, one of us would have killed the other. lol nice |
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Post by lenlenlen1 on Nov 9, 2017 20:10:22 GMT
i want this thread to give true life stories from our own lives about how we saved someones life or our own I dont know if this counts, but here goes: One time when I was still living at home, I was in my bedroom and kept hearing what sounded to me like water boiling; That burbling noise it makes. But there was no water boiling in the kitchen and in any case the noise was in my room. I couldn't figure it out. For at least a half hour I kept hearing the noise and trying to find the source.
Finally I looked at my ceiling light. The light bulb was enclosed in a bowl, and the bowl was filled with water. There was a leak in my ceiling, it had been raining the day before, and the only hole the water could drip down through was right into the bowl. The heat from the light was boiling the water. The bowl was filled with water engulfing even the electrical wires! I turned off the light, waited until the water was cool and took out light.
Till this day I have no idea how that thing didn't crack open and splash me with scalding electrified water!
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Post by deembastille on Nov 9, 2017 23:32:08 GMT
How's this? Happened today. I was leaving the Michael's store at 6th.ave and w23 st when a young woman approaches me and asked me how to get to Grand Central (e42nd and Lexington) I basically took her there (I had to anyway) but then we got to talking. She just got off of a plane from Africa and needed to get to her party at Tarrytown. How the shit she got from JFK to 6th Ave/e23 st is mind boggling. She told me how she took the subway from the plane and someone said she needed to get to Central Park (60th and 5th Ave!!) so she got off the subway and then we met.
I am pissed off at her party for basically stranding a foreigner at the bottom of Brooklyn and expecting her to get to Westchester without any problem. They also won't pick her up from the station. I had to clue her in on a lot... Like how the metro card and the Metro North tickets are NOT interchangeable and how she might not be able to walk to the house in Tarrytown from the station since not all towns in Westchester are wonder years suburbs. She was shocked and appalled that people have to live like that.
Took her to the GC station itself and then to the train itself. I just hope she makes it ok.
I never saw any printout of directions for her, no cell phone (I was not sure if she would even have one) nothing to give her some sort of direction.
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Post by poelzig on Nov 9, 2017 23:47:56 GMT
How's this? Happened today. I was leaving the Michael's store at 6th.ave and w23 st when a young woman approaches me and asked me how to get to Grand Central (e42nd and Lexington) I basically took her there (I had to anyway) but then we got to talking. She just got off of a plane from Africa and needed to get to her party at Tarrytown. How the shit she got from JFK to 6th Ave/e23 st is mind boggling. She told me how she took the subway from the plane and someone said she needed to get to Central Park (60th and 5th Ave!!) so she got off the subway and then we met. I am pissed off at her party for basically stranding a foreigner at the bottom of Brooklyn and expecting her to get to Westchester without any problem. They also won't pick her up from the station. I had to clue her in on a lot... Like how the metro card and the Metro North tickets are NOT interchangeable and how she might not be able to walk to the house in Tarrytown from the station since not all towns in Westchester are wonder years suburbs. She was shocked and appalled that people have to live like that. Took her to the GC station itself and then to the train itself. I just hope she makes it ok. I never saw any printout of directions for her, no cell phone (I was not sure if she would even have one) nothing to give her some sort of direction. So someone who lives in AFRICA was shocked and appalled by living conditions in NY?!!! Holy shit!!!!  I know when I've visited I've seen some shitholes but DAMN. So when you were "saving her life"  you didn't take 10 seconds to ask if she had directions or a phone? You gotta love new yorkers. |
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Post by deembastille on Nov 10, 2017 1:06:44 GMT
How's this? Happened today. I was leaving the Michael's store at 6th.ave and w23 st when a young woman approaches me and asked me how to get to Grand Central (e42nd and Lexington) I basically took her there (I had to anyway) but then we got to talking. She just got off of a plane from Africa and needed to get to her party at Tarrytown. How the shit she got from JFK to 6th Ave/e23 st is mind boggling. She told me how she took the subway from the plane and someone said she needed to get to Central Park (60th and 5th Ave!!) so she got off the subway and then we met. I am pissed off at her party for basically stranding a foreigner at the bottom of Brooklyn and expecting her to get to Westchester without any problem. They also won't pick her up from the station. I had to clue her in on a lot... Like how the metro card and the Metro North tickets are NOT interchangeable and how she might not be able to walk to the house in Tarrytown from the station since not all towns in Westchester are wonder years suburbs. She was shocked and appalled that people have to live like that. Took her to the GC station itself and then to the train itself. I just hope she makes it ok. I never saw any printout of directions for her, no cell phone (I was not sure if she would even have one) nothing to give her some sort of direction. So someone who lives in AFRICA was shocked and appalled by living conditions in NY?!!! Holy shit!!!! I know when I've visited I've seen some shitholes but DAMN. So when you were "saving her life" you didn't take 10 seconds to ask if she had directions or a phone? You gotta love new yorkers. she was shocked and appalled at the fact that some towns are so remote and quiet that you can't walk from place to place. Take a look at a little half an exit town called Goldens Bridge. srsly, it has half an exit off of 684. There are no sidewalks and getting from the average house in the area to the nearest shopping strip [which surprisingly the town has] is over a mile away on twisty turny roads she would have been stranded if I didn't step in. while we were going to the station she asked me how much a taxi would have been to tarrytown and then asked where the nearest 'reasonably priced hotel' was. she must have been really used to the quiet town or city where she was from. there is no such thing as a reasonably priced hotel in the area where we were. and reasonably priced means different things to different people. lol how you blame me for this [among other things] but find no fault with the asstwats in tarrytown who basically kept her stranded. I didn't want to ask her about directions or a phone because if she did have either, i would have seen them She would have called the people in tarrytown for assistance. you can't be an asshole assuming everyone has a phone. I just looked it up, you need to buy a separate sim card in order to get an American phone to work in south Africa so I can imagine the same applies here. she wouldn't have been at 23rd street when she was aiming for 42nd street if she had any of these things. I didn't want to get too into her face and business about showing up in a new country and kind of dangerous city without any sort of transportation or knowing where she was going or how she was going to get there. actually, I did kind of ask about directions. I asked how she was going to get to the house from the tarrytown station and she said she would walk. that is when I gave her a heads up about it might not being easy for her to walk there. not impossible but not easy. |
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Post by ZolotoyRetriever on Nov 10, 2017 1:17:29 GMT
Once, in the service, I was on a training flight in a Navy patrol plane, and shortly after takeoff, I detected the smell of electrical wires either burning or at least getting dangerously hot (when the insulation overheats, it emits a very distinctive, acrid, almost vomit-like odor - hard to miss). I was the first one to notice it, and immediately grabbed a communications mike to contact the cockpit and alert the pilot. He didn't question my judgement: he immediately called tower, turned the plane around, and brought us all in for a safe landing.
It turns out I was correct: there was some malfunctioning electronic equipment in a lower bay, and wires were in fact overheating (but not burning - at least not yet). I feel that maybe, possibly, I saved the plane and crew from more dire consequences had we not turned back and landed.
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Post by itsmagic on Nov 10, 2017 7:14:49 GMT
Once, in the service, I was on a training flight in a Navy patrol plane, and shortly after takeoff, I detected the smell of electrical wires either burning or at least getting dangerously hot (when the insulation overheats, it emits a very distinctive, acrid, almost vomit-like odor - hard to miss). I was the first one to notice it, and immediately grabbed a communications mike to contact the cockpit and alert the pilot. He didn't question my judgement: he immediately called tower, turned the plane around, and brought us all in for a safe landing.
It turns out I was correct: there was some malfunctioning electronic equipment in a lower bay, and wires were in fact overheating (but not burning - at least not yet). I feel that maybe, possibly, I saved the plane and crew from more dire consequences had we not turned back and landed. well done. i watch those air disaster stories. these very things have contributed to horrible crashes. i was an electronics technician with a dod clearance. i know the smell you described. many times when it happens you get a surge or a fire breaks out when the insulation burns off. not much time to avert disaster in a plane. thank you for your service. i salute you sir |
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Post by itsmagic on Nov 10, 2017 8:11:50 GMT
I was in an abusive relationship with my ex about a year and a half ago. I was living with him and learned that it was getting worse and much scarier. Her tried to get me into stuff I didn't want to and felt trapped in a situation. I ended up leaving without saying anything because he seemed like the type of person that wouldn't physically let me leave if he knew I tried to. I knew I really made the right decision based on his reaction to me leaving too because it showed his true colors. i'm so proud of you for recognizing an abusive relationship. and for having the courage to escape it. wisdom to know how he would react so you didn't tell him you were leaving. very smart. i wish i had left sooner when a few girls became abusive with me. i learned and ended bad relationships. thank you for sharing your story |
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Post by itsmagic on Nov 10, 2017 8:35:43 GMT
i want this thread to give true life stories from our own lives about how we saved someones life or our own I dont know if this counts, but here goes: One time when I was still living at home, I was in my bedroom and kept hearing what sounded to me like water boiling; That burbling noise it makes. But there was no water boiling in the kitchen and in any case the noise was in my room. I couldn't figure it out. For at least a half hour I kept hearing the noise and trying to find the source.
Finally I looked at my ceiling light. The light bulb was enclosed in a bowl, and the bowl was filled with water. There was a leak in my ceiling, it had been raining the day before, and the only hole the water could drip down through was right into the bowl. The heat from the light was boiling the water. The bowl was filled with water engulfing even the electrical wires! I turned off the light, waited until the water was cool and took out light.
Till this day I have no idea how that thing didn't crack open and splash me with scalding electrified water!
good catch. the bulb could have exploded and the short circuit might have caught fire to the ceiling. besides the possibility of burns. glad you were ok |
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Post by itsmagic on Nov 10, 2017 10:15:48 GMT
After my Yarra Ranges army invaded South Melbourne, we made particular effort to not hurt civilians as we brutally crushed the South Melbourne army. i'm not familiar with this situation but thank you for taking care not to harm civilians |
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