What was your brush with death like?

It happened only once, and it was breathtaking.

When I fell in the North Saskatchewan river… I went under the ice. I peed myself and that warmed my head enough to wake up and walk from the bottom of the river under the ice to the shore a good 25 meters. I saw the white light, like electricity glow from the warp drive of a star trek episode.

I thought it was the most Ive ever lived, within that single moment,beautiful,just levitating.

It happened once, and I’m not sure it was beautiful. I have never had so much adrenaline in my system. I was so alive I was picking up all kinds of wild things. I said to myself you are going to die twice. I was so stoked with adrenaline I shook for 90 or so minutes afterwards.

Like the time I was almost buried alive?
Or the time I was in an auto accident, thrown out, and the vehicle landed on top of me, being mostly ejected through the driver’s door, but the door didn’t close and as I lay pinned the gas ran out of the tank, soaking me? The human torch? Could have been decapitated during the process, too!
Or the time I had a MRSA infection and had to get emergency surgery to drain the infection. (Was in the hospital for 3 days while they pumped me full of antibiotics!)
Or the time I was up on the roof of our two-story house? And began to slide towards the edge! This occurrence wasn’t too serious, although I could have broken my neck if I had fallen!
Just another day in the life!

Night, hitting the hay.

@kritiper Holy brush with death, Batman! The Grim Reaper likes to kiss you hard on the mouth, then toss you back, breathless. You must be some kinda date. LOL
I too, have had several brushes with death. The one time I flatlined, I was unconcious first, so I had no perception of death. I only knew after because the guy who did the CPR told me. Someone slipped a mickey in my whiskey shot, and I went away for unpaid vacation. No-one wanted to be arrested, so they all split, and the guy with training took care of me. He said I had nice boobs, and could he touch them sometime when I’m not dead. I told him no, and said he should have left me dead, because now I would have to go through it again, and maybe next time it would be painful.

I didn’t know how close we came until it was all over.

For me, three personal brushes. The first was very surreal. It went in slow motion, and I was very calm. I genuinely thought that was it, and closed my eyes.

The second, I was too drunk on a river rafting trip. I fell out of a kayak and ended up riding rapids underneath two rafts. I felt fear and thought I was sure to drown.

The third was on my bike. I am lucky to be alive and recognized that fact, and still do. The motorcycle scares me just a little now.

You should ask Death what his brush with me was like.
He probably did not enjoy it.

@ragingloli, hahahaha Love it.

I’ve almost died laughing more times than I can recall.

@ragingloli, wish I could give you double GA for that one!

One time, lying on a plate, surrounded by doppelgängers, a meaty, hungry fist grabbed me – hoping for a snack. I was so scared as he raised me to his lips. But then, I remembered who and what I am. Like from a fog of dissolution and fudge-lust, I leapt to his lip and bit down hard. He was delicious… and so human.

Death came for me and took my life away. Now I toy with him in the shadows…

Death came a knockin’ on my front door
Sayin’ come on brother ain’t you ready to go.

Age 4,brain surgery. Age7, fell out on hwy. Age10, watched tornado fly over. Age12, house burned. Too many to list.

I’ve had a couple of bad allergic reactions, a couple of really close calls on a motorcycle. That’s about it as far as I can remember. Oh, I almost got mauled by a bear a couple of weeks ago. Probably just a “bluff charge” but enough to make me wish I had more than a walking stick and a can of pepper spray with me. Any closer and I would have needed fresh undies also.