Question of the Day

Name the most terrifying moment of your life so far.

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18 Responses to Question of the Day

  1. Jason says:

    The moment I pulled my arm away from the saw, not a way to start a day.

    • Jenny says:

      yea getting a call at 6:30 am saying I need to go to the hospital Jason cut his arm. So we walk into the ER, he has blood ALL over! I thought I was gonna pass out. To be told that he needed to be airlifted to another hospital, which was an hour and half away.Ugh, it was a very stressful day and 6-8 months to follow. Also, to mention he did this right when we got back from our honeymoon!

    • Joy says:

      That’s awful.

  2. mssc54 says:

    Terrifying? 10:30pm two detectives showed up at our front door. It took SIX MONTHS to get it all straightened out but there isn’t even a record of it now.

  3. Joy says:

    I have a LOT of these. I’ll have to do them in the morning.

  4. SKL says:

    Hmm . . . I’ve had a few scares, but usually when something really scares me, I switch into a mode where I kind of say, oh well, maybe this is my time. No point worrying about it.

    I recall when I was 16, climbing a tree in the backyard at night (what can I say, I had 5 siblings and liked my alone time). I was quite a bit higher than the top of our 2-story house. I’d climbed up there before, but this night it had rained, so as I learned, the branches were weaker. A branch broke under my foot and I thought I had just bought it. I hugged whatever branch was nearest with all that I had, as I slid down, down. Finally I stopped, about halfway down the tree. I was very shaken. Went inside to clean myself up, and noticed that my pupils were way dilated even with the light on. I never told my parents – it sounded too dumb to say I’d almost fallen out of a tree at 16.

    Being driven by a hired driver in India, speeding illegally on a berm, with a deep ditch to one side and traffic to the other, and seeing another car doing the same thing – in the opposite direction – coming right at us. (I just closed my eyes. “Is it my time, Lord?”)

    We were on our way to the Taj Mahal and trying to make it before dark, since it was closed to tourists after dark. Which brings me to another moment. The driver was not allowed past a certain point, so we hired an auto-rikshaw (sp?) to take us to the entry of the Taj Mahal. The guy promised to wait there for us and take us back once we got back out. But he didn’t wait. So we got back out (3 women in the dark, surrounded by local men), and we decide to make the most of it by shopping at the souvenir stalls while waiting for another auto-rikshaw to come along. This was my first night in India, ever. Now in these markets, the sellers are very aggressive and as soon as they notice you possibly wanting something, several of them close in and start hollering, “Twenty rupees! Fifteen rupees! Ten rupees! Eight rupees!” etc. It’s a shock to your system if you’re not used to it. So this is going on and I’m not enjoying it AT ALL, when suddenly the electricity goes out. Now I’m in the dark, closely surrounded by a dozen strange men, with nobody on my side except for two unathletic women, and nobody else on this earth knowing where I am at this moment. All I could think was, if I die here, I hope my parents eventually find out what became of me. Then the lights went back on. Apparently it was just a routine, minor power outage, and the merchants were back at it “5 rupees! 4 rupees!” I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

  5. Laura says:

    When I walked into the Emergency Room and saw a nurse on my husband’s chest, delivering compressions. It would have brought me to my knees, if my friend – a nurse and the First Responder that morning – hadn’t been there to catch me. It still gives me a cold feeling in the pit of my stomach when I think back on it.

    • Phyllis says:

      Laura, I can’t imagine what you went through! Thank God you had a friend in the hosp to be with you! Even worse is that ALL your family lives in IL., and were hours away!

  6. Phyllis says:

    The night I almost got hit by a car doing about 50 mph. My friend and I were crossing a very dark and sparsely traveled street. I was about to the center of the road when something made stop. A car, driving without lights, came streaking past me. It just missed me (I felt the breeze as it went past), but unfortunately it hit the friend that I was with. The driver took off,(he was drunk) but ended up in a ditch not too much further along the road. It was a dark road and she had a severe head injury that was bleeding profusely. This was in 1966, so no cell phones, and no pay phones on this street. All I could do was hold her head in my lap and apply pressure to control the bleeding. After what seemed like an eternity to a scared 15 yr old girl (but was really only a few minutes) a car stopped, then another stopped and went to call the police/ambulance. Several others stopped and stayed with the driver of the car so he wouldn’t get away. My friend was taken to the hospital, I was taken to the police station where they called our parents. The police messed up the names and sent MY recently widowed mom to the hospital where she was told I was in being prepped for surgery but the prospects didn’t look good. My poor mom was all alone because my brother had been drafted a few months before. It took a 1/2 hour for my friend’s parents to get to the police station where I was the first one to inform them of the mistake and their daughter was in the hospital, not me. This whole time I was alone in the foyer of the police station, shaking uncontrollably! Later they told mom I was in shock. Ha! Big surprise there!! None of the officers thought to sit with me or check on me. No one at the hospital realized the mistake in identity until my mom informed them that I had brown contact lenses in that would need to be removed. After they checked, mom was told that the girl in surgery had blue eyes, not brown. i was at the station for what seemed like a very,very long time before my mom finally arrived to get me and finds my completely covered with the blood of my best friend. This is one of the times that is written in my mind forever. My friend did recover after being in a coma for several months. but was left a tiny bit slower mentally for a while, however fully functional otherwise. I ran into her about 15 years ago and she was doing fine at the time. That’s a very happy ending to a very tragic night.

    I haven’t any idea what made me stop when I did, one step further and we would’ve both been hit! I’ve often thought that maybe my dad just blocked my path to prevent any injury.

    The driver was prosecuted, but I don’t know how that turned out because the case was still going on years after the accident.

  7. Joy says:

    I was terrified when I got a call that Jason was in an accident and we drove to the scene and there was nothing left of his car and we were directed to the hospital. Paul’s terror when he saw the car scared the shit out of me.

    When Jason cut off his hand.

    When Paul was stuck under the lawn mower.

    When I got knocked off a pig trailer because 2 800 pound boars were fighting inside.

    I slid once on black ice and thought we were going to head on with a semi and at the last minute we hit concrete and the truck straightened itself out.

  8. SKL says:

    Reading the others’ answers, it seems I’ve lived a sheltered life! Or, maybe I just blocked out certain memories.

  9. Nikki says:

    When I was pregnant, I took this test that was for abnormalities. It came back as abnormal for Trisomy 18. It’s a genetic disorder in which a person has a third copy of genetic material from chromosome 18, instead of the usual two copies. Fifty percent of infants with this condition do not survive beyond the first week of life. I was scared out of my mind! At the time, I didn’t know how bad this Trisomy 18 was, and that’s probably a good thing. I had a level 3 ( I think) ultrasound, and that showed he was 100% perfect! I can’t tell you how scared i was though-like no other feeling I have ever felt.

    Also when Jason cut his hand off. That was nerve racking, scary…we had only been dating for like 3 weeks!

  10. avomnia says:

    I always thought Minnesota and surrounding area to be very pleasant, full of Midwestern politeness and courtesy. Now I find it thumb-suckingly terrifying. I think I’ll stay curled up out here in the Sonoran Desert for a while yet. ;^)

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