rickmer
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Post by rickmer on Aug 30, 2020 1:50:59 GMT
i was shot with a .22 when i was 12 years old.
i flipped over in my car two and half times, end over end.
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psiluvu
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Post by psiluvu on Aug 30, 2020 1:54:55 GMT
Talking to a Dr. in the hospital about having to intubate my DD when she was in a diabetic ketoacidosis coma.
She had been away at school for her freshman year. I picked her up for the summer on a Thursday. I told her I was going to make a Drs appt for her on Monday because she had lost a lot of weight. She was 5'10, 124lbs.
She went out with her friends on Friday night and was feeling lousy on Saturday. I thought she might be hungover. By about 10:00pm on Saturday she was hallucinating. We took her to the hospital and finally after waiting for about 3 hours and my DH losing his shit because she was passed out, a nurse took her pricked her finger. Within what seemed like seconds they had her stripped down 4 IVs in her and were talking to us about having to move her to the ICU and intubate her.
She didn't end up having to be intubated but did spend 6 days in the hospital, 3 in ICU and was diagnosed as a Type 1 diabetic. That was 2 years ago and she is totally healthy and her diabetes well managed.
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leeny
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Post by leeny on Aug 30, 2020 2:30:14 GMT
Thank you everyone for sharing. It shows that we are not alone in what we have experienced.
These two come to mind:
I woke up 4 hours after what was to be a one and half hour outpatient surgery. Turns out I turned blue two times. I remember two things from during the surgery: (1) I recall the anesthesia telling me "let's try something new." (2) I woke up during the surgery and thought they were cleaning my teeth (!) it turns out they were shoving something down my throat to get me to breath. I now have to have special handling during surgeries.
The three times DD #1 tried to commit suicide and the subsequent 5 hospitalizations and diagnoses of Bi-polar and Borderline Personality Disorder. My family has issues with depression and anxiety but we've never experienced anything on this level. She was 19, so was considered an adult but she still lived with us. It took a long time for her recovery with lots of therapy and family assistance. She is now 38, has a wonderful son and a new husband and is a great woman.
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Post by iowagirl50147 on Aug 30, 2020 2:43:16 GMT
This happened about 15 years ago. A good friend owned a small business which usually closed at 5:30 but for the holiday shopping season she stayed open until 7 one night a week. Normally she had an employee that worked with her until 7. For some reason that employee couldn't work one week. She mentioned to me the night before that she would working by herself the next night. I said I would "drop in" on my way home from work and stay until she closed so she wouldn't be working alone. It was really cold that night and had been snowing so there was very little business. I didn't get there before the other employees left so my friend was there by herself for about 15-20 minutes. I came in the back door, walked around the corner to hang my coat when the front door banged open. I can't describe how loud it banged open. I heard my friend greet the customer. I came around the corner to see this huge man with a big overcoat and stocking cap on. He was reaching up to pull the stocking cap down and for some reason I said, "My husband decided to join us tonight. He'll be in after he gets the car parked". This guy stopped in his tracks, and said "I must have the wrong store" and bolted out the door. You can bet we locked the door behind him. I have no idea why I said what I said, I wasn't married, nobody was with me but when I saw that guy I knew I had to think fast! My knees where knocking when I ran to lock the door. It still gives me a sick feeling when I think about it. Pretty sure we were almost robbed.
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Post by ScrapbookMyLife on Aug 30, 2020 3:12:25 GMT
I am not going to go into all the details of the night of March 18, 1997. I am just thankful to be alive. I will say, I am not a runner by any means.....but I can run faster than my now ex-husband. That saved my life that night.
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Post by tiffanyr on Aug 30, 2020 4:02:32 GMT
We were robbed on our trip to Moscow, Russia in 1992 when my aunt was adopting her daughter. It was so scary because an adoptive couple, just a few weeks prior, had been taken off and beaten and left for dead. Nearly 30 years later and I still shudder when I think of the what ifs!
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Post by shelby on Aug 30, 2020 4:45:44 GMT
In 1959 , can't believe it's been that long, my dh and I along with my parents and 10 others, went on a 8 day rafting trip down the Colorado river. At night we would camp on the river bank without tents. We would just lay out our sleeping bags where ever we could find a good spot. Early one morning, just as it was getting light, a large cougar decided to pay us a visit. It walked all around each of us, pawing and sniffing at our sleeping bags. We didn't dare move. After what seemed like hours it went down to where our rafts were, stole the food that we were keeping cold in gunny sacks in the river, ate what he wanted and then left without eating any of us. lol
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joelise
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Post by joelise on Aug 30, 2020 8:17:33 GMT
I have two - I was on a flight from Perth to Sydney. I was sitting in the window seat. I saw a flash in one of the engines! I told the stewardess. The pilot came out to look! Seconds later the seatbelt sign came on and the stewardess’ manically removed our food trays. The plane dramatically dropped altitude and the captain came over the tannoy telling us that one of the engines had failed and we were going to emergency land at Adelaide, 1 hour away! The longest hour of my life! When we landed at the airport there were tens of ambulances and fire engines following us down the runway! We made it OK!
I was due to have a routine laparoscopic hysterectomy with one night stay in hospital. After having the operation I was being woken up from the anaesthetic. I was in extreme pain. The doctors were all around me panicking, the surgeon was shouting to someone to get my husband. They told me that they had to take me back in to theatre. Everyone was seriously panicking and I was in agony! I remember the theatre lights as they wheeled me back in. I woke up the next day in Intensive Care! Whilst doing the routine surgery they had caught my bladder and I lost a serious amount of blood, I had to have a blood transfusion. I spent several days in IC. Fortunately I recovered quickly from the operation and was packing boxes for my house move 3 weeks later!
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Post by lesserknownpea on Aug 30, 2020 8:38:06 GMT
Finding my DD14 after she attempted suicide by overdose. Longest ride to the ER ever.
Assault by XH.
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Post by Lindarina on Aug 30, 2020 9:32:35 GMT
The day I learned the depths of my child's struggles which included depression, anxiety, and suicidal thoughts. I’ve never been as scared as I was those months before we got it under control.
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Post by phoenixcov on Aug 30, 2020 11:51:47 GMT
A month into my new job as a nursing assistant on a psychiatric ward in the 70s I was escorting five patients down to the rec room. The lifts were out of order so we took the stairs. I was behind the group and one of them turned to speak to me her expression changed from smiling to one of fright. I turned to see what was wrong and saw a man with his hands out ready to push me, I will never forget the look on his face. Anyway he backed off laughing and saying he was only joking, but some of the patients were now crying and upset. I reported the incident to the ward Sister and I was later interviewed by Police along with the patient who witnessed the incident. Turned out this man had been sent by the courts for assessment as he was charged with pushing his elderly wheelchair bound Mother down the stairs at their home. He was later found not to need psychiatric help and was found guilty of murder.
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Post by epeanymous on Aug 30, 2020 12:17:14 GMT
I almost drowned in a neighbor’s pool when I was ten. I was a very strong swimmer who swam every day, but that doesn’t help if the problem is that you get stuck in the pool ladder of an above-ground pool. No one in the pool noticed. If an older teenaged brother hadn’t been coming out of the house and noticed that there was a problem, I’d be dead.
My kids think I am paranoid around the water, but there is a reason there are several of us with near-drowning stories (the drowning stats for kids are terrifying).
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Post by ToniW on Aug 30, 2020 12:27:05 GMT
I have two incidents.
The first was when DS was in elementary school. He was supposed to go on a field trip overnight, but it got cancelled on the day of the trip. DH had dropped him off at school when he was told. Normally, after school, he'd get bussed and dropped off to a street corner at 2:30 and my mom would pick him up but since he'd be gone that day, she didn't need to go. Well, DH forgot to tell me, so I didn't tell my mom to pick him up. When I spoke to him on the phone 2 hours later, I found out about the cancelled trip. I left work and ran the 5 blocks to the drop off point. Luckily, he stayed there, waiting. I was so scared. Had it been my DD, I think it might have ended differently as she was one that talked to anyone, whether she knew them or not.
The second one was when I had to talk DH into going to the ER as he was so short of breath and had been, for a good year whenever he walked a distance and even throwing up. Even after several doctor visits, they didn't know what was wrong. Well, the night I talked him into going, the doctor told me it was a good thing he went in and that I'd saved his life. He ended up with a double bypass and is now doing great.
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Post by pierkiss on Aug 30, 2020 12:36:15 GMT
I was driving through the mountains in PA to get to my friends house. I was on my flip phone. I dropped it. I leaned over to grab it, and when I leaned back into the drivers seat I found I was seriously close to driving off the edge of a mountain. I jerked the car HARD to get back on the road. Fortunately there was nobody in the other lane. I quit talking on my flip phone in the car after that.
A month after we moved to this house I was in the back getting ready to scoop the leaves out of the pool. My tiny sons (4 & 2) wanted to come out too. I thought nothing of it, and let them come too. I turned my back to walk and get the net, and when I turned back I only saw my oldest son on the pool deck. I looked in the water and my 2 year old was desperately trying to keep his head above the water. I RAN as far down the deck as I could, shoved my oldest out of the way (because he was right in my direct line and didn’t respond to my screams), and jumped into the water and pulled him out. He was ok thank goodness. He did develop a serious fear of the water after that. Lots of screaming and crying every time he took a bath, or whenever he went swimming with us in our pool or with me at the pool for swim lessons. We also instituted the rule that if you are not a competent swimmer you will put your floatie on as soon as we get to the pool deck. There is no taking it off on your own. We still use that rule with our 3 year old daughter. My then 2 year old is now 7. This is the first summer where he has felt safe and comfortable enough to swim without his floatie and without freaking out. He jumps into the water now. He actually let my dad throw him into the water. I never thought we would see this happen with him.
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sharlag
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Post by sharlag on Aug 30, 2020 13:11:08 GMT
Wow!! There are a bunch of strong peas who have survived SO MUCH!
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Post by auntkelly on Aug 30, 2020 15:09:36 GMT
When my daughter was 11 her soccer team was in a tournament in Tulsa. The entire team stayed at a big Radisson Hotel by the airport and we all joked about how run down it was.
I awoke that night to a banging on my door and then the room began shaking. I thought "This hotel is going to fall down. It's even worse than we thought!"
The shaking continued so I tried to get up from my bed and get my daughter out of her bed. I couldn't stand up! (It was the air pressure holding me down).
I screamed, and that woke my daughter up. She jumped into my arms and I got up and carried her out in the hallway. As soon as I got in the hallway, it was perfectly calm. I realized a tornado had passed over us.
Hours later, the firemen took me back to the room to get my valuables. They told me I'd have to wait in the hallway because my room was unstable. Finally the Captain said "watch your step, but come on in, I want you to see this. I looked up and could see stars. The roof was completely gone. A big brick was lying on my bed. (I had a huge bruise on my hip the next day).
I had on borrowed shoes. One of the firemen thought they were mine. He said it was really smart that I had them by my bedside or I'd never been able to get out of the room. He pointed to a huge pile of glass which had been sept away from the little hallway in front of the door. It was the remains of the giant picture window in our room. It had shattered into a million pieces and it had been covering the floor in front of our door. I had carried my daughter out of the room barefoot, but didn't have a single cut on my feet. (I will always believe my guardian angel carried me out of that room).
I learned later that the tornado never showed up on the radar. It formed so fast and touched down and went back up so fast, it never showed up on radar, and hence we didn't get any warning. The rest of our soccer team was fine. It hit our room and the room next door and damaged some cars in the Tulsa Airport parking garage.
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Post by myboysnme on Aug 30, 2020 15:43:39 GMT
*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); Either one of these is the most traumatic I can think of to happen to a person, and to have you here with us posting is truly beyond comprehension. If anyone wrote a book on surviving, it would be you. I just want to hug you. Seriously though, I just want to hug all of you. The refupeas have been through some serious shit, and lived to tell about it here.
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Post by tracyarts on Aug 30, 2020 16:20:06 GMT
A truck full of men tried to abduct me in 1989.
I was a freshman in college and still living at home with my parents. I was working at the university bookstore and we would have to work late before the semester started, stocking textbooks and supplies. One night before fall semester we finished for the night around 11, all went to a 24/7 restaurant and then home.
I got home a little bit after 1 a.m. and my dad had parked his truck in front of the house and left me the spot under the carport in the driveway. We lived in an older working class neighborhood in Houston. Very clean and quiet, off the major streets. Nobody up and about that time of night.
Our house was two houses from the cross street, and I was locking my car when a red pickup truck with about 4 guys in the back came up the cross street heading towards the main street out of the neighborhood. They got past the intersection and slammed on the brakes, threw it into reverse, and stopped at the cross street. By that time I was on the other side of my car, keys in hand, heading to the sidewalk from driveway to front porch.
One of the guys yelled "get her!" and they all piled out of the bed of the truck and started running at me. I had my key in my hand and really hoped my parents hadn't locked the deadbolt. They didn't, and I got in the house and slammed the door behind me right as the first guy made it to the front porch. I locked the deadbolt as he was pulling the storm door open.
The door slamming woke my parents up. I ran into my parents' room, grabbed the shotgun out of their closet, screaming about MFers trying to get in the house, get your gun, call the cops. My dad jumped up, pulled his jeans on and grabbed his gun and my mom was just confused yelling what was going on and had I lost my damn mind. I could hear them yanking on the doorknob and talking on the porch.
My dad pulled the curtain back and they must have seen a man with a gun and thought better of it and started running back to their truck. My dad went on the porch and they jumped in the back of the truck and took off. The driver never got out, the truck had stayed running.
My mom called the police, they got there a little bit later. We had a description of the truck and a partial license plate, and I got a good look at one of the guys. They took a statement and said they'd patrol the neighborhood.
The guys weren't from the neighborhood, at least the truck wasn't. They never came back, and nobody ever saw them again. Must have been a group of guys out looking for trouble. The police said they were probably looking for something easy to steal or a car to break into. People will try car door handles, looking for unlocked cars to take stuff out of, so it makes sense.
I never had any more trouble the rest of the time I lived there. It wasn't a particularly bad neighborhood. Just a few home break ins while the people were gone, cars parked on the street getting broken into overnight. Bikes taken out of driveways. A few isolated violent crimes, all related to gang members living in the houses the shootings happened at though.
It was a very random one-time thing. I just happened to be standing next to my car when a group of guys up to no good happened to pass by and see me.
* My ex also tried to kill me when I broke up with him. He had started using meth and I had enough. I went to leave and he attacked me and tried to strangle me. I managed to fight him off and get away. I was actually less frightened and more angry that time.
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Post by desertgirl on Aug 30, 2020 16:33:01 GMT
Yikes, shelby ! We've BTDT with black bears in the wilderness. I've only seen a mountain lion through a massive window at a wedding ceremony 40 years ago in Tucson. That actually was a treat to see. You were brave to stay silent!! I think the most scared that I have been was being harassed often by the Grises, a brutal urban police force established in Spain by Francisco Franco in the 30's. I lived in Madrid in 1971-72 while in college. We carried our passports all the time, no matter what. If we were with Spaniards, they received more harassment than Americans did. I was once held for over an hour with a Spanish boy while 6 Grises (one had a machine gun!) just kept us waiting, taking turns to ask questions, mostly about our loyalty to Franco. I'll never forget their sneers and what they said about us. My passport was my lifeline to safety. The Grises no longer exist and have been replaced by a different police force.
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SabrinaP
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Post by SabrinaP on Aug 30, 2020 16:38:59 GMT
I was robbed at gun point around 24. The man held the gun to my temple. Very scary at the time and took me a long time to be ok with going out after dark.
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Post by malibou on Aug 30, 2020 17:18:18 GMT
I cannot believe all the tremendously scary things our peas have endured. With each story I just wanted to hug each of you. I'm so glad you are all here.
My two stories aren't very scary compared to most.
I was chased by a bear in Alaska when I was 14. Luckily he had just woken from hibernation so he was a bit slow, otherwise I would never have been able to get away. I ran into the ocean and was trapped amongst HUGE waterlogged logs. One misstep and I would have been crushed like a bug. One of my dad's co-workers saw everything and was able to chase off the bear and rescue me from the ocean, but not before I slipped from his hands as he tried to pull me up onto one of the waterlogged logs. I came down with a crack in my elbow. I still have the bone fragment floating about in there and sometimes hit it on a hard surface which makes me feel like my eyeballs are going to bleed.
The other was when ds4 wandered off under the Eiffel Tower. Dh and my in-laws completely freaked out and were no real help. I banked on Ds doing what I had taught him, which was look for a person in uniform or for mothers with children. I didn't see too many people in uniforms, so I knew he had found a mother. Ds was a pigeon chaser, so I just cut straight across under the Eiffel Tower. There he was standing calmly between two women smiling and chatting. As I approached I could hear them telling him they could see me coming, but Ds would not let go of them until I was right in front of them. They told me all about how Ds came to them and asked if they were mothers and when they said yes, he just stepped between them took a hand from each and told them I would come soon because he had done it right and found mothers.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2020 19:59:10 GMT
Thank you everyone for sharing. It shows that we are not alone in what we have experienced. These two come to mind: I woke up 4 hours after what was to be a one and half hour outpatient surgery. Turns out I turned blue two times. I remember two things from during the surgery: (1) I recall the anesthesia telling me "let's try something new." (2) I woke up during the surgery and thought they were cleaning my teeth (!) it turns out they were shoving something down my throat to get me to breath. I now have to have special handling during surgeries. The three times DD #1 tried to commit suicide and the subsequent 5 hospitalizations and diagnoses of Bi-polar and Borderline Personality Disorder. My family has issues with depression and anxiety but we've never experienced anything on this level. She was 19, so was considered an adult but she still lived with us. It took a long time for her recovery with lots of therapy and family assistance. She is now 38, has a wonderful son and a new husband and is a great woman. This is WONDERFUL to learn!!!!!!!! DD has had separation anxiety and emotional issues since she was born. Her issues got more and more intense and she was finally diagnosed with bipolar disorder at an early age. She missed years of school and socialization. She moved in with DH and me (from NY to FL) about 7 years ago, and I've been trying my best to get her help here. All I could do is to find a low-cost clinic for her with subpar psychiatric & social worker help. It's really not enough, and it's over an hour drive each way (DD doesn't drive). I WISH that she could get great therapy and I wish that she'd have family support, but all she has is me (I'm disabled, in great pain, and caring for DH who just had major cancer surgery) and DH (her step-dad). It's really sad, and I worry that she'll live with me forever... I'm SO happy for your DD. That gives me hope and inspiration!
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Post by librarylady on Aug 30, 2020 20:06:50 GMT
I tip my hat to all of the peas who have endured serious trauma in their lives. My little car incident is nothing compared to what you ladies have endured. I am in awe.
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Post by Lexica on Aug 30, 2020 20:18:16 GMT
I am not finished reading all of the stories, but I am so impressed with so many of you who have lived through so much! There are some really courageous women here.
I did remember another situation that was very scary. My ex and I were hiking in a local area and it was getting near nightfall. We knew we would be out of the path and back to our car before full dark so I wasn't terribly worried. We hiked that same area hundreds of times over the years.
On this particular hike, we were at the halfway point on the top of a steep grade. The tradition is to smack the top of this wooden beam up there when you made it to the top. We both did that, took a deep breath, and started back down the path. About 50 feet from the top of the trail we saw a dark spot in the dirt that I didn't remember seeing as we climbed up. As we got closer to it, we realized it was urine. Big cat urine. There was a cat paw print in it and the urine was still being absorbed into the dirt letting us know it was only seconds from being deposited there.
We both had hiking poles that we used on the steeper inclines and immediately discussed our possible tactics should the cat decide it was hungry. We were trying to decide whether to hold them up over our heads to look bigger or to lay on the ground, using the poles to impale the cat if it lunged at us. We made as much noise as possible to make sure we didn't surprise the cat around a turn, although I'm sure it knew we were there because it was only 50 feet from us when it peed on the trail. It had to have smelled us.
We didn't want to run because that might entice the cat more, so we walked as quickly and loudly as possible, clicking our hiking poles as we did so. We made it back without seeing the cat, although I don't doubt that it watched us a good part of the way, probably from up in a tree.
Several months after our encounter, back in 2004, a young man was killed by a mountain lion about 100 feet away from the top of the trail that we hiked up to. They think he had been mountain biking and stopped to fix his bike when the cat jumped him and dragged him off into the underbrush. By the time people noticed his bike laying there, he had been killed. They threw things at the cat, which then tried to attack them, but eventually was scared off.
Then a few hours after that, two women mountain bikers were using the trail and a cat (the experts think it was the same mountain lion) leapt at them pulling one of them off the trail and began dragging her into the underbrush. Her friend that was riding with her grabbed her feet and did her best to keep the mountain lion from getting away with her. Some guys came along and started to scream and yell at the cat and throw rocks, sticks, and even a bike at it to try to get it to let go. It eventually did and ran off. She was severely injured because it had ahold of her head, but she survived.
I actually became more upset and afraid after these two attacks than I was during our decent the night we saw the cat. I think the only thing that saved us was that the cat wasn't hungry. I used to go out and hike that trail by myself when my fiancé had other plans. It was such a nice area full of trees and not that far from my house. I loved the exercise and the opportunity to spot deer, which we did several times. I honestly don't think I could bring myself to hike it again. Certainly not in the physical condition I am in today with the weight I have gained and my lack of serious exercise.
In looking up the incidents above to verify the details, I see that a 3-year old child was just attacked in the same park in January of this year. He was walking with his family when the cat attacked him. The father threw his backpack at the cat which made him release the child. It grabbed the backpack and ran up a tree with it. Authorities euthanized the cat. The park, Whiting Ranch, is used by dozens of people every day. It is surrounded by homes and busy roads. But it is still home to mountain lions. There are signs at the entrance warning you, but after several visits, you tend to just not think about them. Especially when there are so many families using the trails in the lower areas.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2020 20:22:59 GMT
*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); Either one of these is the most traumatic I can think of to happen to a person, and to have you here with us posting is truly beyond comprehension. If anyone wrote a book on surviving, it would be you. I just want to hug you. Seriously though, I just want to hug all of you. The refupeas have been through some serious shit, and lived to tell about it here. You're so sweet! Thank you!
Reading what so many of us here have endured is just incredible!!! People find the strength to deal with it and move on as best as we could. Hugs to all of the Peas who have been thru such harrowing incidents!!
(I've ALWAYS thought that, "my accident, etc., is bad, but it's not life-threatening... People have it much worse", and I got by. Measuring each situation has always gotten me through it.)
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Post by maryland on Aug 30, 2020 23:57:21 GMT
Driving on the PA turnpike in the fog has been my scariest experience!
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Post by Alexxussss on Aug 31, 2020 0:32:02 GMT
You ladies are simply AMAZING!!! By “liking” your post, I’m applauding your incredible strength and bravery. Your encounters have left me breathless!
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Post by Lexica on Aug 31, 2020 0:46:19 GMT
The door slamming woke my parents up. I ran into my parents' room, grabbed the shotgun out of their closet, screaming about MFers trying to get in the house, get your gun, call the cops.I My dad jumped up, pulled his jeans on and grabbed his gun and my mom was just confused yelling what was going on and had I lost my damn mind. I could hear them yanking on the doorknob and talking on the porch. You are one badass woman!
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Post by Lexica on Aug 31, 2020 0:52:17 GMT
I cannot believe all the tremendously scary things our peas have endured. With each story I just wanted to hug each of you. I'm so glad you are all here. My two stories aren't very scary compared to most. I was chased by a bear in Alaska when I was 14. Luckily he had just woken from hibernation so he was a bit slow, otherwise I would never have been able to get away. I ran into the ocean and was trapped amongst HUGE waterlogged logs. One misstep and I would have been crushed like a bug. One of my dad's co-workers saw everything and was able to chase off the bear and rescue me from the ocean, but not before I slipped from his hands as he tried to pull me up onto one of the waterlogged logs. I came down with a crack in my elbow. I still have the bone fragment floating about in there and sometimes hit it on a hard surface which makes me feel like my eyeballs are going to bleed. The other was when ds4 wandered off under the Eiffel Tower. Dh and my in-laws completely freaked out and were no real help. I banked on Ds doing what I had taught him, which was look for a person in uniform or for mothers with children. I didn't see too many people in uniforms, so I knew he had found a mother. Ds was a pigeon chaser, so I just cut straight across under the Eiffel Tower. There he was standing calmly between two women smiling and chatting. As I approached I could hear them telling him they could see me coming, but Ds would not let go of them until I was right in front of them. They told me all about how Ds came to them and asked if they were mothers and when they said yes, he just stepped between them took a hand from each and told them I would come soon because he had done it right and found mothers. That is so very sweet that he was proud of himself and knew that you would come to save him because he remembered your instructions! I love that he asked them if they were mothers.
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Post by mrgiedrnkr on Aug 31, 2020 0:59:52 GMT
I have been very blessed to not have had any violent incidents or near death experiences. You women are amazing. For me, my scariest time was from “you have cancer” to 3 weeks later when they said “we got it all and it was stage 1.”
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