re: How many times have you cheated death? Share the story.

Only once. I was in a car wreck that happened at the intersection of Bluebonnet and Burbank. The person that caused the wreck was killed. She pulled out in front of a Mac Truck. After the truck hit her, her car landed on top of mine and then the Mac Truck hit me on the left side. I was in a coma in ICU for four months. They gave me little chance of surviving, but I made it. Thankfully I don't remember a thing about the accident and the doc said that I never will. I was left with some permanent injuries but at least I can fend for myself. Thankfully I wasn't left a vegetable. Things could be so much worse.

A 34" base x 65' tall oak tree I was failing got away from me and dropped in the wrong direction missing me by 6 feet

I was doing about 85 on the interstate one evening with the dog. I was in the far left lane just south of Atlanta.I had just gotten over a bout with bronchitis, I thought. I started coughing and couldn't stop. I couldn't breathe, I could only cough and I started to pass out. The best way to describe it is like blinking your eyes as fast as you can, then things went black. I was still conscious and I knew the road was straight, so I took my foot off the gas and tried to just old it straight until I, hopefully, came out of it. At some point, the dog stuck her face in my face, I guess to see WTF was wrong with me, and I pushed her away. That little movement made me start drifting off the road. I hit the wall, but I hit it as such a shallow angle I basically just slid down it. Knocked the mirror off, busted out the drivers side window, showering me with glass, too out a headlight and basically destroyed all the sheet metal on the drivers side. I started to regain consciousness and got back on the road, heading for the next exit, about a mile away. Folks were giving me strange looks as I changed lanes. Got off the interstate and pulled into a gas station. I had to climb out the passenger side because my door was inoperable. When I got out, I just sat on the curb and shook for a few minutes, with blood streaming down my face from the glass. Then I noticed I had a flat tire -- and the rim was bent to hell. The tire had a hole in it big enough to stick your thumb through it without touching the sides. I put on the spare, vacuumed out as much glass as I could, cleaned up in the bathroom, and got on US 29 for the rest of the trip.

I never felt panic, but I do remember, when things went black, thinking, "So this was how it feels right before everything gets all f-ed up."

Just wasn't my time.

For the next six months, every time I coughed, the dog barked at me and backed away.

Head on collision when I was 18. Hit by a truck at 55 mph. Walked away with broken ribs

I once gave Oweo a thumbs up on the OT

1. When I was 20 i fell asleep at the wheel driving back from Nola to Lafayette and put my car into a flooded deep ditch.

2. Overdosed and was dead. Revived via narcan.

One for sure, and it’s funny:

I was six. I lived near a cattle auction place in south Alabama. Behind it was a swamp of cow shite they funneled there into a wooded area. It created little islands surrounded by cow shite and piss. For redneck kids, it made a perfect place for forts, hide and seek and war games.

One day, we were playing bb gun wars with other kids a little older than us. We were running from the older kids. I was trailing behind as my friends whipped around some bushes and hid. I didn’t see them hide and kept running past the bushes. I went feet-first into the quicksand-like cow shite. It was thick so I could barely move. I was sinking up to my neck as I was screaming. My left arm was over my head—I guess by the awkward way I fell in— but the rest of me was completely submerged.

There was a little branch from a tree overhanging me. It was dumb luck I happened to grab it as I flailed my arm begging for help. I pulled myself out of the muck as the other kids were yelling and watching from the edge.. My friends were horrified at first, then everybody laughed at me when I finally got all the way out. I remember crying because I was mad they laughed.

So, yeah. I nearly drowned in cow shite. I remember making the walk-of-shame home, snuck past my mom and took a shower. She asked me what happened later and I told her I fell in a mud puddle. Looking back, no way she bought that story considering my clothes. But she never gave me grief for it.

I missed a head-on crash with a tool body F250 that came across the median by a few inches. The guy who was in the right lane saw it happening and got on the shoulder, which let me get over, which saved my life.

to that random guy

Slipped on snow and slid down a mountain. Caught the only tree for a few hundred yards, Could have been bad if not for the tree.

Helped a friend and his grandpa build a treehouse when I was ~6. I grabbed an extension cord that was frayed. It knocked me out.