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Post by Lexica on Aug 29, 2020 20:10:14 GMT
My girlfriend and I were chatting on the phone this morning and she was telling me about the scary dream she had last night. That segued into scary real life situations. We have known each other since we were bitty toddlers in diapers but there have been periods of time that we drifted apart and were not in frequent contact. The amazing thing about our friendship is that we can go without talking to each other for a year or more and pick right back up as if it had only been a week. She is truly my oldest and dearest friend.
During one of the periods that we got caught up in raising our children and were not in contact, something scary happened to her and she told me the story. She then asked me what was my scariest experience. I don't really have a scary story. I have had bad things happen in my lifetime like almost losing my son to cancer and my grandmother being murdered which were both scary, but not the type of scary story she was looking for. Plus, she knew about both of those.
The closest I came was when I was in my early 20s and my DH and I and a high school friend decided to sail his boat to Catalina Island for a weekend of fun. We were just over halfway there when we saw a large beautiful boat with several men on it waving at us and calling us over to their boat. We were in a smallish sailboat.
The boat owner said he had just sold the boat, pointing to one of the men onboard, and said he was taking them out to teach them the things they needed to know about his boat. He said the engine died and they had been floating for a couple of hours. Their electrical was also out so the radio wasn't working either. It was almost dark and they thought they were going to have to drift all night with only two flashlights to warn other crafts should they be in the path of someone. Then they saw us. They first asked to be towed back to the mainland. Our friend refused since we were better than half way to Catalina and only staying for the weekend.
Greg, the friend, handed me a gun and told me to lock myself into the sleeping compartment of the boat and if anyone other than he or my husband came to the door, not to hesitate and to shoot them through the locked door. I had never fired a gun before but did as he instructed. Greg was afraid that these boaters might be lying about their circumstances and he didn't want me in harm's way. I spent what felt like hours in the compartment but it was probably only half an hour. I could hear some loud arguing going on and that really scared me. It turned out to be the new buyer yelling at the seller and demanding to back out of the sale. I couldn't make out words, just loud angry sounding voices.
I could also hear Greg's voice arguing with them a bit about how he was going to tow them in. I guess they wanted him to come aboard their boat to see if he could fix it. They really wanted to return to the mainland. As I said, it was getting dark and Greg's internal warning system was on high alert. They had also been drinking quite a bit. We were in the middle of the ocean! Thankfully Greg was both smart and cautious and refused. We successfully towed them to the Island and they never tried to board our boat. Nothing scary actually happened, but that was as close as I could come to something scary happening to me. Pretty lucky, huh?
So, what is the scariest thing that has ever happened to you? Not sad scary, just spooky scary. And of course, we are all afraid during this pandemic, but unless you have a close call story, general pandemic fear doesn't count.
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Post by peaname on Aug 29, 2020 20:14:59 GMT
Your story is scary!
I was watching my kids swim at a hotel pool and my youngest literally slipped in he was about two. No splash, no flail, just slip. I grabbed him and pulled him out and he was fine but this was the first time I learned drowning is silent.
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Post by stittsygirl on Aug 29, 2020 20:45:45 GMT
The only real life-flashing-before-my-eyes event I’ve had was being hit by a semi on the freeway in Utah last year. He moved into my lane without seeing me and hit me so hard I thought my car was going to roll for a few seconds. I was very lucky that it didn’t and that I wasn’t hurt. I still tighten up whenever I pass or am passed by semis on the road.
I know I’ve lived a pretty charmed life if that’s the scariest event I’ve experienced. We did have a peeping Tom on our roof when I was 13 or 14. He had been climbing up there regularly when my parents went out at night to grab a soda (and fight). The police figured he would lean over the edge of the roof and look into my bedroom. I slept with a bat in my room for a while after that.
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Post by Lexica on Aug 29, 2020 20:52:27 GMT
Your story is scary! I was watching my kids swim at a hotel pool and my youngest literally slipped in he was about two. No splash, no flail, just slip. I grabbed him and pulled him out and he was fine but this was the first time I learned drowning is silent. It is amazing how quickly and quietly it can happen. I have a pool and have pulled more than one toddler out of it while their parents are not paying attention. I go into hyper vigilant mode when there are little ones near my pool. Oh, and when I was a teenager, my family was staying with a couple of other families at the Colorado River for a few weeks. I was standing waist deep in the water talking with some of my friends. I was just sort of daydreaming and watching this thing float down the river as we stood talking. It suddenly hit me that what I was looking at had a tiny baby arm! And it was about 1/3 of the way out towards the middle of the river right in the boat lane. I dove towards the baby and swam with all my strength. I was able to grab her and head back to shore before any boats came by. I will never forget the look of terror and confusion in those wide-opened eyes. The baby was not even a year old yet - still crawling! I got suddenly shy and handed the baby to one of my girlfriends as we walked up toward the campsites to look for her parents. A woman came rushing down toward us saying their friends just arrived and she had only turned her back "for a second" to go greet them. Yeah, right. She took the baby from my friend and I didn't say anything. I don't know why. You don't know how many times over the years that I think of that baby and wish that I had showed the mother just how far out into the river that little one was. And she wasn't just floating on her back, she was rolling from front to back. She kept turning over and over as she struggled to sit up. It was during a roll over that I noticed her little arm stick up. I just wish I had showed that mother how close her baby was to death. It must have taken quite a few minutes for her to drift out into the boat lanes. I didn't want to chastise her, I just wanted her to know how close it came to a different ending. I just thank God that I realized it was a baby's arm and jolted into action because I had been watching it float down stream for a minute or two before I realized what it was. I know that had a huge impact on my need to watch every child that was in my backyard. And oddly, my own son never did fall in, but several friends and neighbor's little ones did. And usually the parents were two or three feet away, sitting on the side of the pool with their feet in the water, but not watching. They didn't realize what was happening until I dove over top of them to grab their child. Because like you said, drowning doesn't make a noise. |
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Post by Lexica on Aug 29, 2020 20:53:52 GMT
The only real life-flashing-before-my-eyes event I’ve had was being hit by a semi on the freeway in Utah last year. He moved into my lane without seeing me and hit me so hard I thought my car was going to roll for a few seconds. I was very lucky that it didn’t and that I wasn’t hurt. I still tighten up whenever I pass or am passed by semis on the road. I know I’ve lived a pretty charmed life if that’s the scariest event I’ve experienced. We did have a peeping Tom on our roof when I was 13 or 14. He had been climbing up there regularly when my parents went out at night to grab a soda (and fight). The police figured he would lean over the edge of the roof and look into my bedroom. I slept with a bat in my room for a while after that. Eww. Did the police arrest him? |
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Post by cecilia on Aug 29, 2020 20:56:52 GMT
Your story is scary! I was watching my kids swim at a hotel pool and my youngest literally slipped in he was about two. No splash, no flail, just slip. I grabbed him and pulled him out and he was fine but this was the first time I learned drowning is silent. I nearly drowned once when I was 9. A fellow hotel guest saved me. I think I blocked most of it out though. Waking up after my 1st surgery was rough. I was under a bright light in Recovery. Opened my eyes, all I saw was the light. Didn't click I had surgery. What seemed like a minute or two later nurse was yelling at me to breath. |
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Post by peabay on Aug 29, 2020 21:02:01 GMT
We laugh about this now, but when dd#2 was about 3 I walked outside our house to watch my oldest walk across the street to her friend's house. Our front door locked behind me with my dd in the house and all of the other doors were locked. I had to coach her through opening the door - it was a super scary few minutes.
Several years later, my dh and I had all the kids (4) watching my oldest's softball game. Dd#2 (it's always her!) was playing on another field with a friend. Dh said he was going to take his car home and I said I'd take mine and we both thought the other had her. (yeah - it's going where you think...) She was 8 and came back to the field and said to her friend's dad "I think my parents left without me." Without skipping a beat, this dad of 7 kids asked her "How many kids in your family?" "4." "Eh, they'll be back. Give them a minute to count."
In the meantime, I'm in our kitchen and my husband comes in and I ask "where's Molly" and he says "Ha ha, very funny." And then we both realized the other wasn't kidding. He ripped out to the field, about 7 minutes away (this was in 2002 - before the ubiquitous use of cell phones) and those 7 minutes were torture. I knew in my brain she'd be fine - there were a ton of families at the field; she'd been taught what to do if she ever got lost from me (and she did the right thing.) But man, that was super, super scary.
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Post by librarylady on Aug 29, 2020 21:02:27 GMT
This is difficult to explain without drawings or little cars. But, the lesson is: Do not EVER get in the blind spot of an 18 wheel truck!
We were exiting an interstate highway and then going into a service station on the right of the service road. An 18 wheeler was stopped in the inside lane--and as it turned out, he was turning right into the gas station also. As we both turned, his back tires caught(were against) the driver front wheel of our car, pushing us along. I was so scared I could not even yell. I thought his vehicle was going to squash our vehicle.
His large wheels just pushed us along and then we were able to get away and be safe. We honked and honked as his vehicle pushed us along. What saved us is DH turned wheels as he turned. Trucker apologized and said we got in his blind spot.
Now, I NEVER, NEVER get on the right side of a truck that might be turning.
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Post by uksue on Aug 29, 2020 21:17:56 GMT
When I was a student nurse I had to spend 8 weeks in the adjacent psychiatric unit for experience . I was told never to turn my back on any of the patients in the unit I was working in, but one day I was emptying a bath and suddenly felt myself grabbed from behind and my head shoved into the toilet bowl ( not the cleanest 🤢) . The patient was trying to drown me I think - the water was too far down the pan luckily, but I ended up with severe bruising on my throat, jaw and my upper arms . I was lucky that one of the nicer patients called a charge nurse over having heard my initial startled cry out .
A few days later a woman stripped off naked and ran up an outer fire escape stair case - I ran after her as she’d been complaining of suicidal thoughts . I don’t know what I was thinking as she was trying to get over the top rail at the top and tried to take me with her - sane charge nurse cane to the rescue ( I think he was relieved when my stint was over!) . I got reprimanded for that as we were told not to follow patients in such a situation, but I was only 18 and just followed my instinct . The lady was fine, I was fine - but the Adrenalin stayed in my system for quite a while!
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Post by needmysanity on Aug 29, 2020 21:24:24 GMT
My 2 year old nephew was drowning right behind me in our swimming pool. Like peaname said, drowning can be very silent. He slipped out of a tube and was just bobbing in the water not making a sound. I will never forget his big eyes looking at me when I turned around. I was also hiking alone one time and as I was coming up a trail I heard a noise to my left. I looked and there was a man in a tree watching me. I have no idea what he was doing or why he was there but the look on his face made me concerned. I hiked back to my car as fast as I could. I haven't hiked alone since then. |
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Post by Bridget in MD on Aug 29, 2020 21:27:57 GMT
my DD and I were caught in a riptide at a beach. I had heard about them and thought "I'm a good swimmer" but my DD was little at the time. I knew to swim parallel to the shore, but then eventually, a riptide pulls you out to sea. Some people on the beach saw us struggling and tried to help us, but DD wouldnt go to them! They finally got her and I was able to get myself out, but it was scary AF, and it made you realize no matter how good of a swimmer you are, you don't mess with the ocean!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2020 21:31:34 GMT
I have 2:
DUI accident
Seeing DS lifeless as his body was shutting down in the PICU and they didn't think we'd be bringing him home.
Lots more but those 2 are the worse
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Post by nlwilkins on Aug 29, 2020 21:33:03 GMT
I still have issues about this one. We did not know about PTSD in those days.
We were living on the island of Guam in a Quonset hut. Mother was a widow with four kids working as a missionary with Child Evangelism Fellowship. Within three months of arrival, a huge typhoon came in, Typhoon Karen. The winds were gusting over 215 knots, the official wind velocity gauge broke at that point. Tin began peeling off our hut. Neighbor from next door came through the storm to check on us and it was determined that we would move to their hut. On the short steps over there, the wind knocked me off my feet and if I had not been holding my sister's hand I would have been blown who knows where. At the neighbors place, the situation again became dangerous and it was decided to move in towards the next row of huts (our row of huts was on the outside of several rows.) I remember the wife and sister of the neighbor getting ready to move, they were Japanese and had kimonos on. To carry the baby they had, they strapped it to the back of the aunt with a long cloth wrapped around the baby and aunt. It is amazing how much I remember about all of this as it was in 1962. The next house we went to during the storm was were my girlfriend lived. It was leaking in every seam, the mother was drunk and the husband chose to shelter in the car that was parked up close in the lee of the house away from the drunk wife. I slept on the dining table twisted around so as to not be under a leak. Every once in a while the drunk would go to the window to yell at her husband.
The next day after the storm was over it was determined that the children, I was 13, would go to the shelter opened up on the military base to stay the night. It was a barracks and we were given bunk beds to sleep in. Big sister, who was in charge of us, made me take the top bunk and during the night I threw up into her shoes from nerves - the storm, away from mother, strange place, you name it I was a mess. The servicemen running the shelter were basically just kids themselves, around 20 and did not know what to do. They were told to isolate us in case it was something contagious so we were moved upstairs by ourselves. I was taken to the medic who did not know what to do, he thought perhaps it might be typhoid - LOL Mother came and took us home that evening.
For months I would not be able to sleep and would start thinking I had to throw up. Woke my mother up night after night. It was hard times without electricity, running water, etc. She needed her sleep. Finally one night she just snapped, and who can blame her? She basically just told me that I was NOT going to throw up and to just deal with it and not dwell on it. That worked to a point but it was years and years before I would not get that "feeling" at least once or twice a week.
Typhoon Karen really caused a lot of damage on the island. We did not get running water back for about a month or electricity for about four or five months. School did not start back up for three months. One of the two high schools was destroyed, most government offices were destroyed, it was estimated that 99% of the island structures were destroyed.
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Post by lavawalker on Aug 29, 2020 21:33:44 GMT
When I was in high school I worked for a small store called Sprouse Reitz. One evening a drunk came in and held up me and my coworker at knifepoint. He grabbed my coworker by the hair and held the knife at her throat while telling me to get the money. Our manager had just left with most of the cash for that day, so all this jerk got was around $40. Thankfully he was caught. I had a few nightmares after that!!!
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Post by jameynz on Aug 29, 2020 21:37:03 GMT
I have had a lot of scary situations:
-working as a bank teller, relieving at another branch. Just came back from my morning tea break, and was serving a customer. (Manager was still in the break room). An older 'gentleman' came into the bank yelling not to move, this was a hold up. Hand gun in one hand, bag in the other. As he was older, he dragged a chair over to the counter to climb over the counter. I was so scared - I did manage to trip the security cameras however. Every time he went into a cash drawer, he was coming towards me, so I stepped backwards, and then the last step I was in the managers office. The phone was right beside me, so I picked it up and dialed the police (111 in NZ). In my shock, I still managed to dial an extra 1 to get an outside line.
He was caught, only after a car chase, taking a another car, streets closed. Hit the papers as he had robbed quite a few banks before this one.
-family went to the beach - a popular west coast surf beach KareKare. Had the 3 boys, and took the neighbour as well - he was aroung 18yrs old. My DH, neighbour and oldest son 5yrs old were in the water.
I walked down towards the water with my youngest son 8months, and left my middle son on the blanket - he was around 2yrs old. Every 10 steps or so, I turned around to check him. He was quite happily sitting on the blanket playing with his bucket.
Took another couple of steps, turned around and he wasn't there. I yelled his name, and started running up the beach to him. My husband saw me running and came out of the water with oldest son, and neighbour as well.
I was yelling out my son's name and a life guard came up and asked what was wrong - I told him. He was on the walkie talkie straight away - and other lifeguards were checking the sand dunes. A lady came up to me and took the baby and told me her name was Lisa, and she was the wife of the lifeguard.
They eventually found my son - he decided he wanted another drink,so took himself to the car park to the car where we had extra water bottles.
He had to walk along the beach, through the tidal river and along the track to the car park. Lots of people must have seen a little boy walking along with no adults. My heart still stops when I think what could have happened.
My second son was, and still is, my scary child.....
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Post by RedSquirrelUK on Aug 29, 2020 21:39:53 GMT
That is frightening. I've had a few things scare me, including being beaten up, being chased by a crazy man in a car and being driven at in a car park. But the time I was most frightened was when I was walking home alone in the dark along an unlit footpath, and I could hear someone following me, getting closer and closer...
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Post by mandolyn9909 on Aug 29, 2020 21:52:01 GMT
My scary story...
To start off we live very secluded. 20km to the closest small town...1/2km to the closest neighbour.
I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound/smell of someone cooking in the kitchen (which is below our bedroom). I could hear a man talking so thought it was my husband but reached beside me and realized he was sleeping beside me. I woke him up immediately and told him someone was in our house. He told me to go back to sleep...so I shoved him hard telling him to get the hell up NOW!! He unlocked gun safe and went down to confront the intruder! I was hoping it was someone we knew but no such luck! It was a very, very intoxicated man making himself one of our roasts from our freezer in a pot lid on the stove top. Can’t believe he didn’t light our house on fire!!
It was very scary in the moment. I was worried my DH would have to shoot an intruder! He was a little belligerent with us but nothing my husband couldn’t handle until the police came!
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Post by Sarah*H on Aug 29, 2020 21:53:32 GMT
The real answer is being woken by the telephone and simultaneously the state police knocked on the door of my house at 3:00 am on a night when my entire immediate family - (parents, siblings, aunts/uncles, cousins and one grandmother) was traveling. I had PTSD from this for years - panic attacks every time the phone rang. They were there to inform me about a death as the next of kin but it was not any of the people I immediately panicked about.
A better answer is the time when I was about 8, my sister 4 and my brother 2. My family went on a picnic/fishing trip to a stream in the mountains. We were splashing in the water at the edge and my brother slipped on some rocks and started floating away. My sister immediately tried to grab him and she went floating away. I tried to go after both of them, slipped on the same rocks and I went floating away. My dad waded in and got my brother first. He got him to shore, went back in for my sister and got her to shore. I was around the bend in the stream before my dad reached me. My sharpest memory is that all of us had to strip naked and ride home covered with the scratchiest wool blanket my parents kept in the back of our station wagon. We stopped and got drive through fast food at McDonalds which was something we NEVER did and I remember it mostly because I was so afraid the people taking our order would discover we were naked under the blanket.
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Post by luvnlifelady on Aug 29, 2020 21:54:26 GMT
Being locked up in the psych ward for two weeks (now closed). Without ever meeting me or knowing anything of my situation, a panel of "professionals" diagnosed me as being gravely disabled. Umm, hell to the no. My issue was situational and once that situation ended, I'm doing fine.
Those places will make you crazy. The things I saw in there...Lord help us all. It will make an interesting chapter in my book some day. Scary as hell as to the power these "doctors" have over a person. I saw a security guard take down a veteran. From the looks of things, he wasn't doing anything. WTH?!
Oh a less intense scale, the night a passer-by knocked on our door late to tell us our outside shed was on fire. The flames did leap to our house and damaged a couple bathrooms (first and second floor). Much longer and it would've been my daughter's room. That was Easter Eve 2010.
Turns out (from what I can tell) that DS had strung Christmas lights from the garage to the shed (door couldn't close all the way). We had our house power-washed to prepare for sale and water got in the shed/on the lights. Ugh.
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Post by monklady123 on Aug 29, 2020 21:58:33 GMT
Waiting for the results of an emergency MRI on my ds when he was about 10, to rule out a brain tumor.  And dh was out of the country, of course. He did not have a tumor but those were a loooong couple of hours. |
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Post by stittsygirl on Aug 29, 2020 22:01:15 GMT
The only real life-flashing-before-my-eyes event I’ve had was being hit by a semi on the freeway in Utah last year. He moved into my lane without seeing me and hit me so hard I thought my car was going to roll for a few seconds. I was very lucky that it didn’t and that I wasn’t hurt. I still tighten up whenever I pass or am passed by semis on the road. I know I’ve lived a pretty charmed life if that’s the scariest event I’ve experienced. We did have a peeping Tom on our roof when I was 13 or 14. He had been climbing up there regularly when my parents went out at night to grab a soda (and fight). The police figured he would lean over the edge of the roof and look into my bedroom. I slept with a bat in my room for a while after that. Eww. Did the police arrest him? No, they never caught him. The police figured it was one of the many teen boys that we had in the neighborhood. The night we realized he was up there he jumped off the roof onto our back porch and over our back fence, all before the police came. The scariest thing is that I had been hearing what sounded like somebody walking on our roof for months before that, but I always thought I was just hearing things and letting my imagination run. We found out afterwards that my younger brother had been hearing them too, but also thought it was probably nothing. The creep had been using the willow tree on the side of our house to climb onto the roof. My dad cut it down the next day. |
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Post by Darcy Collins on Aug 29, 2020 22:05:12 GMT
The real answer is being woken by the telephone and simultaneously the state police knocked on the door of my house at 3:00 am on a night when my entire immediate family - (parents, siblings, aunts/uncles, cousins and one grandmother) was traveling. I had PTSD from this for years - panic attacks every time the phone rang. They were there to inform me about a death as the next of kin but it was not any of the people I immediately panicked about. A better answer is the time when I was about 8, my sister 4 and my brother 2. My family went on a picnic/fishing trip to a stream in the mountains. We were splashing in the water at the edge and my brother slipped on some rocks and started floating away. My sister immediately tried to grab him and she went floating away. I tried to go after both of them, slipped on the same rocks and I went floating away. My dad waded in and got my brother first. He got him to shore, went back in for my sister and got her to shore. I was around the bend in the stream before my dad reached me. My sharpest memory is that all of us had to strip naked and ride home covered with the scratchiest wool blanket my parents kept in the back of our station wagon. We stopped and got drive through fast food at McDonalds which was something we NEVER did and I remember it mostly because I was so afraid the people taking our order would discover we were naked under the blanket. I can't like this - but want to say I understand. I still can't handle a ringing phone in the middle of the night. Although it was somewhat therapeutic when a "your computer has a virus" scammer called me in the middle of the night and I lost my absolute shit on him. |
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Post by myboysnme on Aug 29, 2020 22:13:05 GMT
I was staying with a single friend and one night I came out of the shower, the front door opened and a man in a ski mask pointed a gun at me and told me to lay down. I started screaming and my friend upstairs called out to me. The man thought I was alone so it seems he fled. I was so hysterical that I didn't even see him leave.
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Post by littlemama on Aug 29, 2020 23:39:35 GMT
We laugh about this now, but when dd#2 was about 3 I walked outside our house to watch my oldest walk across the street to her friend's house. Our front door locked behind me with my dd in the house and all of the other doors were locked. I had to coach her through opening the door - it was a super scary few minutes. Several years later, my dh and I had all the kids (4) watching my oldest's softball game. Dd#2 (it's always her!) was playing on another field with a friend. Dh said he was going to take his car home and I said I'd take mine and we both thought the other had her. (yeah - it's going where you think...) She was 8 and came back to the field and said to her friend's dad "I think my parents left without me." Without skipping a beat, this dad of 7 kids asked her "How many kids in your family?" "4." "Eh, they'll be back. Give them a minute to count." In the meantime, I'm in our kitchen and my husband comes in and I ask "where's Molly" and he says "Ha ha, very funny." And then we both realized the other wasn't kidding. He ripped out to the field, about 7 minutes away (this was in 2002 - before the ubiquitous use of cell phones) and those 7 minutes were torture. I knew in my brain she'd be fine - there were a ton of families at the field; she'd been taught what to do if she ever got lost from me (and she did the right thing.) But man, that was super, super scary. Lol, we were the family that a child came to and told us his parents left him behind. Similar situation- 4 or 5 kids in the family, parents drove separately, each thought the other had this boy. I think the best part of this was that his dad was the coach of the team!! |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2020 23:47:51 GMT
Your story is SO scary!!!!!!!
I have a few:
*Being shot at age 13 and losing my eye (and having a lifetime of surgeries and severe pain as a result); *Being brutally raped about 14 years ago, for what seemed to be an eternity (about 10 hours straight); *Being frightened about DH's health and mortality. Seeing him go through chemo and surgeries...; *Seeing DS fight his addiction to heroin (but he beat it and has been clean for years!); *Seeing DD face very dark periods in her life with what turned out to be bipolar.
I think that my own challenges don't seem as scary to me as seeing my loved ones go through trauma.
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Post by used2scrap on Aug 30, 2020 0:23:38 GMT
Sexual assaults and domestic violence aside, the day I found toddler dd had drunk a bottle of Motrin until poison control assured me she’d be sleepy but no harmful results unlike if it had been Tylenol.
And every day of multiple Afghanistan deployments terrified there’d be Marines at the door...
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Post by julieb on Aug 30, 2020 0:51:58 GMT
This past March when we were on St. John's in the VI. My dh and I were snorkeling and got caught in an undertow. I looked over
and dh was not going anywhere - neither was I. I flipped over and kicked. We were in a cove, so there was no land to really
swim parallel too. Made it back safely, but told our adult children to not go out. I think I will bring some sort of floating device with me next time I feel it is too choppy.
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Post by wholarmor on Aug 30, 2020 1:17:00 GMT
Probably our rollover accident. My husband blacked out and didn't remember any of the details, but it was terrifying. Fortunately we all survived. My husband and I were in the hospital for a bit, but the kids weren't too badly injured besides contusions and my youngest's broken humerus. When we stopped rolling, my husband was unresponsive at first, and I thought he was dead.
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kelly8875
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Post by kelly8875 on Aug 30, 2020 1:40:49 GMT
I remember choking on something when I was young, and a family friend gave me the Heimlich maneuver. I remember literally not being able to breathe at all. I think I was 10 or so.
And getting a call from a sheriff to tell me my husband (XDH now) was reported missing by his travel buddies. He was on a snowmobile trip and didn’t come back to the hotel when they should have. He and a couple others ended in up in a valley, and couldn’t get out. My kids were little, and I thought the worst. Turns out everything was “fine” and he actually called via satellite phone to search and rescue to say they were fine and could camp out until morning. I didn’t know that part and had to wait until morning to get answers and know he was fine. Talk about a sleepless night.
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Post by walkerdill on Aug 30, 2020 1:40:59 GMT
My father was beaten by a gang & left for dead on the road in back of our house when I was 14. He was hit in the face with a brick and ended up surviving but has 3 metal plates in his face. I was in school with the kids that beat him. They would harass me & try to follow me home to see where I lived. I had to walk home because I lived within 2 miles of the school & my mom was by my dad's side in the hospital for 6 weeks. I was so scared that they would harm me. My mother moved us away while my dad was still in the hospital because she was petrified they would try to kill us.
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And dh was out of the country, of course. 
