I hear ya. I used to ride my bike downtown Bend. Didn't take too long to determine that was a crazy proposition. Plus, nobody is really paying attention. They're sightseeing, looking for restaurants, and the like.
Got stabbed in the shoulder. Guy was going for the neck. I moved my shoulder up to take the hit. Got hit by a car when I was 14 crossing Powell in a crosswalk. I went up in the air over the hood, along the side of the car, breaking the driver side mirror, flipping landing ass first on the back door leaving an imprint before bouncing off and hitting the pavement. While I was being hit and bounced around I was in darkness, feeling nothing. I was floating in darkness and I was thinking to myself this is death. This is what death feels and looks like. It was strangely very peaceful, then I hit the pavement and came too....that's when I felt all the pain. Luckily though, somehow my body balled up when I hit the pavement and I kind of rolled a bit. I crawled to the side of the road and collapsed. I was in an accident in a truck too. My aunt missed a turnoff on the highway and tried to make it anyway. We had another truck attached to us behind with a tow cable. We flipped over and I ended up laying on the windshield. Had to crawl out. Several people had stopped to help. I was about 8 then. I talked down a group of guys who wanted to kill my friend (They had already beat him up badly), by putting him behind me, rasing my hand and telling them repeatedly there would be no violence. My friend was drunk and being beligerent and disrespectful. They would've beat him to death. They had might of had weapons I don't know. They had us surrounded. They kept saying I could go, but he had to stay and to go while I could. I kept repeating that I was leaving and I was taking my friend with me. Finally, they opened up the circle and I backed us out. Interestingly, my dad did the same thing when he was alive, before I was born. I have had dreams where I die. I have fallen off a ranger watch tower in the woods, been shot in the head, and fell and rolled out into the street without the ability to get up and been run over. I felt it all too.
I was hit by a car when I was 21 riding a moped in Vegas. Broke my back and spent a month in the hospital. I don't remember anything other than waking up in the hospital.
My dad when he was alive, before I was born was hit by a car. He was at a bar doing a magic show and drinking. He decided to leave at the end of the night and didn't live too far away so he decided to walk...he didn't want to drive drunk. He had to cross a highway. He looked and saw no lights. He went to cross. He got hit by a guy without his headlights on. Got knocked 20 or 30 feet the guy was driving so fast. It knocked him out of his boots. He had two packs of playing cards on his person. They scattered the whole length between where he was hit and where he landed. So, there was his boots, a long path of playing cards, and then him. He woke up two days later to the doctors working on his leg, which had turned all the way around. They told him he wasn't supposed to be awake yet and put him back to sleep. He recovered thankfully.
Thanks. I think I have moved on ok. Life is weird. Just gotta get weird with it, and continue building positivity and creation.
closes call I have had actually involved my oldest daughter. When she was two months old we were headed to Portland for the Holidays. My wife was staying long then I was so we were taking two vehicles. She complained that our Daughter was going to cry the hole way, but in my truck she didn't . So we switched her car seat to my vehicle. Half way up Santiam something happened to my wives car and she lost control, dry pavement and under 55 mph, and she ended up hitting a tree just right and rolling her car. Everything that was in the back of her Honda CRV ended up where our daughter would have been. The playpen and other items would have all landed on top of her. We were always glad she drove with me. Also bought a gate after that to make sure everything stayed in the back of the SUV instead of flying forward. For me the worst was when working in a bank had the robber point his gun at me as I was the only guy in the bank. Everyone else came up to me afterwards and told me they thought he was about to shoot.
Damn. Definitely a close call. And the gate is a great idea. With our rollover, the same thing happened with my old electric guitar hitting someone in the back of the noggin and then flying out the window and down the cliff. Haha Stick with that gate idea.
Pretty much. I broke my pelvis in 3 places along with my back so I have some issues once in a while. I couldn't think straight for about a year due to the concussion as well. This happened back in 1979 so it was a long time ago.
Glad your fams are ok. Must have been pretty scary being in a bank robbery. Adrenaline. Gotta keep your cool and just do what is said huh...the money isn't worth your life. So, you didn't get the feeling he was about to shoot?
I was on the ground and he had ordered me to look the other way. So I was not able to see what was going on, they all were able to watch. probably better I wasn't watching.
