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Tyburn
12-23-2009, 09:33 PM
:ninja: When were you most frightened. What event has scared you the most

:huh:

Spiritwalker
12-24-2009, 12:55 AM
3 times.... For Different reasons...

1. When I was shot several times.. I asked the medic while I was in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.. "Am I gonna die?".. He said.."Your going to be fine... ".. but it didn't reach his eyes.

2. The day I got married.. Cause I never wanted to let her down.

3. The day we brought my first born child home.. everyone had left.. and my wife and I sat down on the sofa.. we kinda looked at each other and I said.."What do we do now?"... I look back on that and laugh.. but that was really scary for a few minutes. I mean we had food and clothes and "baby things".. but no idea other wise..

Chuck
12-24-2009, 01:19 AM
I almost drowned several years ago in the Pacific Ocean...

and most recently I was almost hit by a car on my bike.... any biker will tell you almost getting hit is a regular occurrence but this one was different... it was truly a miracle I didn't die. :cry:

Josh
12-24-2009, 03:28 AM
1.When my wife was having complications when she was pregant with my son. We thought we lost him.
2.When we thought my daughter had MRSA.
3.When I came to the realization I was not actually saved and was headed for Hell.
4.When I went for a hike up a mountain in Alaska and a THICK fog rolled in so that I couldn't find the trail and I was wandering around in the tundra yeliing "hey bear".
5.When Obama was elected.:laugh:

MattHughesRocks
12-24-2009, 04:17 AM
When my kid was lost (turned out he was just in the close rack hiding) for 15 seconds.Thought I would die:cry:

Chuck
12-24-2009, 04:52 AM
When my kid was lost (turned out he was just in the close rack hiding) for 15 seconds.Thought I would die:cry:

15 Seconds??????

Wimp.

MattHughesRocks
12-24-2009, 04:55 AM
He was little and cute back then:laugh:

15 Seconds??????

Wimp.

Mac
12-24-2009, 04:55 AM
Went through the ice in an 8 ft deep swimming pool and got trapped underneath it when i was in 4th grade luckily i had about 6 buddies there to pull me out .


Went under the water when i stepped in a hole at the beach someone had dug in the sand with thier feet . My mom swam out and pulled me back in .


Flew out of the bed of a moving pickup truck right in the middle of a country road , lit right on my back . I figured i was paralised. Stood right up , didnt even have a bruise .


Coon hunting , about 1990 or so . Was deep in the timber with my dad , brother and cousin . A russian satalite had entered the earths orbit and was burning up on reentry. Well we were in the middle of the timber around 10 oclock one night , and i was 10 . When we looked up we saw 5 or 6 huge glowing discs that looked to be moving slow and in formation . I remember the simple words my dad spoke ..." Well boys , looks like weve got visitors" I said a few words my dad didnt know i knew . And we headed for the truck as quick as we could to get to town. It came on the news a half hour later that it was a russian satalite. My cousin or my brother pissed his pants standing right there in the trees as soon as they went over our heads.

Jason 16
12-24-2009, 05:34 AM
1.when I was 7 I was setting up for my big sisters 16th birthday and I tripped and fell on the folding chair I was pushing into place pinching my fingers between the back rest and the seet breaking 8 of my fingers I think 3 were compound breaks and I well bled a lot and passed out. woke up in the hospital and I was 99% sure my fingers were gone well they werent but they were REALY F'ed UP.

2. stepping on a coyote and haveing it bite my boot when hunting (We have WAY to many).

3.almost haveing my face bitten by a iguana when helping at a pet store. it has a huge cage that it can run around in and the only way to get it out is to crawl in .dont laugh it bit one of my friends in the arm and he ended up with 50 + stiches . it would have truely messed my face up.

4. walking into my room and finding a bullmastiff on my bed and I did own a beagle at the time.well I just about **** my self. well it ended up being one of the most loveable dogs Ive seen. well long story short the dog got loose and my little sister saw it thinking its realy cold out and let it in (parents were shopping) and she kept it with her untill she started doing homework then it felt like exploring and I left my door open.

Mac
12-24-2009, 05:37 AM
4. walking into my room and finding a bullmastiff on my bed and I did own a beagle at the time.well I just about **** my self. well it ended up being one of the most loveable dogs Ive seen. well long story short the dog got loose and my little sister saw it thinking its realy cold out and let it in (parents were shopping) and she kept it with her untill she started doing homework then it felt like exploring and I left my door open.



:laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh::laugh:

County Mike
12-24-2009, 10:33 AM
Went through the ice in an 8 ft deep swimming pool and got trapped underneath it when i was in 4th grade luckily i had about 6 buddies there to pull me out .


Went under the water when i stepped in a hole at the beach someone had dug in the sand with thier feet . My mom swam out and pulled me back in .


Flew out of the bed of a moving pickup truck right in the middle of a country road , lit right on my back . I figured i was paralised. Stood right up , didnt even have a bruise .


Coon hunting , about 1990 or so . Was deep in the timber with my dad , brother and cousin . A russian satalite had entered the earths orbit and was burning up on reentry. Well we were in the middle of the timber around 10 oclock one night , and i was 10 . When we looked up we saw 5 or 6 huge glowing discs that looked to be moving slow and in formation . I remember the simple words my dad spoke ..." Well boys , looks like weve got visitors" I said a few words my dad didnt know i knew . And we headed for the truck as quick as we could to get to town. It came on the news a half hour later that it was a russian satalite. My cousin or my brother pissed his pants standing right there in the trees as soon as they went over our heads.

The "visitors" thing would have been really scary. Crazy.

Why were you walking on a frozen swimming pool? Too lazy to walk around? :)

Llamafighter
12-24-2009, 11:59 AM
Coon hunting , about 1990 or so . Was deep in the timber with my dad , brother and cousin . A russian satalite had entered the earths orbit and was burning up on reentry. Well we were in the middle of the timber around 10 oclock one night , and i was 10 . When we looked up we saw 5 or 6 huge glowing discs that looked to be moving slow and in formation . I remember the simple words my dad spoke ..." Well boys , looks like weve got visitors" I said a few words my dad didnt know i knew . And we headed for the truck as quick as we could to get to town. It came on the news a half hour later that it was a russian satalite. My cousin or my brother pissed his pants standing right there in the trees as soon as they went over our heads.

Quite possibly one of the funniest stories I've heard in a long time.:laugh::laugh:

Blade
12-24-2009, 12:05 PM
Coon hunting , about 1990 or so .

You mean Raccoon? Saying that means something different in England :ninja:

Quality thread btw Dave. :cool:

Llamafighter
12-24-2009, 12:05 PM
1. When my dad got cancer
2. two of my buddies almost drowned on vacation (riptide) and hearing them call for help and before making the decision to go back out after them. I came about as close to drowning as I ever have, and that is scary stuff.
3. I use to catch shoplifter and before every apprehension my heart would almost jump out of my chest.
4. in 2nd grade I got my leg stuck between the two metal bar that held the back on the chair. had to stay after school and when the janitor said he'd "have to cut it off" I thought he was talking about my leg and started bawling. Principal drove me and my sister home...

Oddtodd76
12-24-2009, 01:14 PM
Having a chick 8 months pregnant show up on my parent's doorstep telling them it is my kid.:blink:

Mac
12-24-2009, 01:16 PM
The "visitors" thing would have been really scary. Crazy.

Why were you walking on a frozen swimming pool? Too lazy to walk around? :)

No it was after school one day . Super cold . Me and my buddys figured we would have have idiots on icecapades. So we all went over to my buddys place while hsi folks were not home , we were all on the ice when i went through in the very corner.

TexasRN
12-24-2009, 02:02 PM
The scariest thing that ever happened to me is when my son almost died. At age 4 he started bleeding internally from a problem with his gut, he basically was secreting gastric acid into his own intestine and ate through his gut inside. He should have died from the amount of blood he lost. By the time we had a diagnosis, he had to have a blood transfusion and major abdominal surgery. They even thought at first they could do it laproscopically but ended up having to do a big incision so a 30 minute surgery took 4 hours. I was terrified that my baby was going to die and there was nothing I could do other than pray.

My daughter contracted RSV (a virus that usually causes a cold but in babies can kill) at age 6 weeks and was hospitalized but my brothers were respiratory therapists and talked me through the whole thing so I wasn't quite as worried about her dying. It was still scary though.

I can take anything for myself but can't handle my children hurting.


~Amy

Mac
12-24-2009, 02:04 PM
The scariest thing that ever happened to me is when my son almost died. At age 4 he started bleeding internally from a problem with his gut, he basically was secreting gastric acid into his own intestine and ate through his gut inside. He should have died from the amount of blood he lost. By the time we had a diagnosis, he had to have a blood transfusion and major abdominal surgery. They even thought at first they could do it laproscopically but ended up having to do a big incision so a 30 minute surgery took 4 hours. I was terrified that my baby was going to die and there was nothing I could do other than pray.

My daughter contracted RSV (a virus that usually causes a cold but in babies can kill) at age 6 weeks and was hospitalized but my brothers were respiratory therapists and talked me through the whole thing so I wasn't quite as worried about her dying. It was still scary though.

I can take anything for myself but can't handle my children hurting.


~Amy

Bingo . Amy i dont know how you held it together . DOnt know what i would do in that situation.

Primadawn
12-24-2009, 02:19 PM
We took a family vacation to Tennessee when my oldest 2 were small--Alana was 6 and Paige was 2--we took my husband's parents with us and met my folks there.
One of the highlights, and I can't believe I'm saying this out loud, was going to Dollywood (it was fantastic, really). But as you're leaving the park, you go out through a gift shop to get to the parking lot tram. So I was looking at stuff in there with my mom and mother in law and had Paige in the stroller. Phil was standing with Alana and said he was going to go get in line for the tram. Alana was his shadow then, so I figured she went with him.
About 10 minutes later, I saw my dad and he asked me where Alana was--I told him with Phil in line for the tram--he said, no I looked out there and saw Phil, but Alana wasn't with him. I FREAAAAAKED out! I ran to look, but Phil was gone too then...I ran past about 500 people in line--on the outside of the barriers--prompting security to almost tackle me--then I explained and they let me get on the next tram--all the time I'm thinking, "We're at freaking DOLLYWOOD! If he doesn't have her, she's GONE. I lost my baby at DOLLYWOOD! lol.
He had her.
But it was 15 minutes of pure terror.

Miss Foxy
12-24-2009, 02:42 PM
When my son was 1 month old I was watching way too much WEST COAST CHOPPER and decided to play the roll of Jesse James anyhow I did not wear a helmet and crashed my EX's motorcycle and almost died doing it. See I went full throttle and froze!! I crashed in a wall and somehow the bike flipped. I had head & chest injuries. I was out and I remembered dreaming about my kids faces.. Sad and very scary :unsure-1:

Tyburn
12-24-2009, 04:25 PM
Having a chick 8 months pregnant show up on my parent's doorstep telling them it is my kid.:blink:

:blink:

Mac
12-24-2009, 04:30 PM
Having a chick 8 months pregnant show up on my parent's doorstep telling them it is my kid.:blink:

OOO RAAAA lol.

Play The Man
12-26-2009, 03:56 AM
Having a chick 8 months pregnant show up on my parent's doorstep telling them it is my kid.:blink:


Was it?:unsure:

donaldbreland
12-26-2009, 05:43 AM
I was coon hunting one night and I was training a young black and tan puppy. I normally hunt walker dogs but I had a very promising black and tan that was coming along pretty good. I turned the dog loose and after about 5 minutes she struck and after about 3 minute she gave a huge bawling locate then she fell treed. This sounded weird to me. Her barking sounded muffled. So as I made my way to her I noticed she was barking in a hole. I thought she had a opossum and went back to my truck and grabbed a shovel. I tied her off and started digging. There was two holes and it was around a rotten stump. I moved to the other side of the stump and started digging with my hands. I was on my knees and little did I know but the hole was right at my rear end. As I was digging I felt something hit me in my butt very hard and ran right between my legs. I jumped up started running and screaming like a girl. My wife was crying she was laughing so hard. This dog bayed an armadillo. Thank God it wasn't a opossum but it didn't matter. Needless to say that was a very wet 45 minute trip back home.

Where I hunt at we have a lot of hogs. One night I was hunting and my old sally dog fell treed within about 30 minutes of hunting. I had a 4 month old plott dog that I would let ramble in the woods. All of a sudden this dog started barking and I started to get excited. I went over to Ruckus(plott) and he had about a 150 lb hog bayed up on the edge of a river bank. there was no where for the hog to go except right towards me. I didn't have a gun with me and I knew that my plott would back off this hog once he seen me. I started making a move towards the left side of the Hog near the river bank when this hog decided I was getting a little too close. He charged at me and I went straight for the nearest tree. As I jumped I grabbed and limb and pulled myself up the tree. As I climbed over to get more of a grip the limb I grab gave in and in the river I went. It was about 37 degrees that night. I swam about 30 yards down river and made it back to shore. I finally found my wife where my other dog was treed. I was scared to death. Hogs cause some pretty serious damage and can be very deadly at night. After that night though our hog population on our hunting club has been down considerably. My wife still has not let me live these down. She even gave me the nick name sissy screamer lol.

Oddtodd76
12-26-2009, 01:34 PM
Was it?:unsure:
YUP!

Things happen for a reason, I guess. I started talking to her again,etc.

It ended up being the best thing that has ever happened to me. My daughter is now 7.
I married that "chic". She is the love of my life. Thank God for not letting me pass her up, like i did. He knew what was best for me.

Play The Man
12-26-2009, 07:28 PM
YUP!

Things happen for a reason, I guess. I started talking to her again,etc.

It ended up being the best thing that has ever happened to me. My daughter is now 7.
I married that "chic". She is the love of my life. Thank God for not letting me pass her up, like i did. He knew what was best for me.

Congratulations then!

Bonnie
12-26-2009, 09:01 PM
Well, the scariest thing that has happened to me was this year when I was diagnosed with cancer; but, blessed they think I'm okay now. :)

The 2nd scariest thing was when we were starting back home from vacation and had just gotten on the freeway in San Antonio. This eighteen wheeler blew a tire right next to us making this tremendously loud sound and my hubby (startled) braked, too hard, causing the brakes to lock. We were going over an overpass and were in the very lefthand lane with the big rig to our right. When the brakes locked David was fighting to control the car, we started to go left towards the side of the overpass. I thought for sure we were going over but we hit the curb really hard and bounced back towards the underbelly of the eighteen wheeler. :scared0011: I thought we were goners AGAIN, but David wrestled it away from that danger only to have us come to a stop perpendicular across four lanes of highway. Naturally, since my side was facing oncoming traffic I quickly looked to my right and, thank the good Lord, there were no cars near us at this time. However, David jumps out of the car and I'm like :blink: "What are you doing?!!! (loudly) and he says, "I'm checking the car for damage!" I turn my head back to the right and see all these cars now heading towards us and say (again quite loudly) "Pull it over to the side first!" Now David is a very smart guy (believe or not), but I have observed over the years that he does tend to get rattled sometimes during a crisis (which isn't always too reassuring to me at the time. :laugh: This was one of those times.) Anyway, when we hit the overpass curb it bent the rear axle causing the wheel to tilt outward and be undrivable. So that vacation ended up being very expensive, but not as expensive as it could have been. :wink:

The 3rd scariest moment was when our stepdad took us swimming where it had flooded along this road. Part of the road was paved concrete and the rest dirt but you couldn't see this because of the water. Our big sister was holding mine and my twin sister's hands and we stepped off where the concrete stopped and the dirt started, and wham, we were pulled under immediately. My twin sis and I just got sucked a little ways and was able to get back to safety but my older sister was pulled way out and kept going under. My stepdad was able to get to her but she was so panicked by then she kept pushing him under. Thankfully, there were others swimming nearby and another man was able to help get her ashore. Our mom was 9 months pregnant with my little sister at the time watching all this happen.

Bonnie
12-26-2009, 09:19 PM
When my kid was lost (turned out he was just in the close rack hiding) for 15 seconds.Thought I would die:cry:

The same thing happened to me but it was my niece. She was about 3 and we were in Walmart. She didn't want to hold my hand so I, reluntantly (and regrettably) said, "Okay, but stay right by my side!" :rolleyes: Like a second later I look down and no niece. I'm right in the middle of all these freaking round clothes racks that are packed together frantically calling her name. I thought for sure someone had taken her. :cry: I was in full panic mode when all of a sudden she pops out laughing. She's playing hide-n-seek and I'm having a heart attack.

Needless to say, that tiny hand was firmly secured in mine 'til she was safely back with her mama. :ninja:

TexasRN
12-26-2009, 10:56 PM
Yesterday on the way home from bf's sister's house it was raining and we were on the interstate. Bf has a rear wheel drive car and we hydroplaned, did a 180 and ended up facing the wrong way in traffic. When we spun around we should have hit a white SUV with his back end but luckily they didn't slow down so we missed them. Then his car wouldn't start back up so we had to push it off the highway. Luckily it started right back up after a minute with the key off and then we had to figure out how to turn it around without going off the highway into the mud. Scared the crap outta me. All I could think of was that drunk people don't get hurt cuz they stay relaxed and don't tense up. So I tried to relax and not freak out so when we were hit I wouldn't die. Bf was really shaken up by it. We went everywhere else in my SUV yesterday. Phew. I tell ya, God was watching out for us yesterday for sure.


~Amy

Primadawn
12-27-2009, 03:50 AM
Yesterday on the way home from bf's sister's house it was raining and we were on the interstate. Bf has a rear wheel drive car and we hydroplaned, did a 180 and ended up facing the wrong way in traffic. When we spun around we should have hit a white SUV with his back end but luckily they didn't slow down so we missed them. Then his car wouldn't start back up so we had to push it off the highway. Luckily it started right back up after a minute with the key off and then we had to figure out how to turn it around without going off the highway into the mud. Scared the crap outta me. All I could think of was that drunk people don't get hurt cuz they stay relaxed and don't tense up. So I tried to relax and not freak out so when we were hit I wouldn't die. Bf was really shaken up by it. We went everywhere else in my SUV yesterday. Phew. I tell ya, God was watching out for us yesterday for sure.


~Amy

That's why I always get drunk if I'm riding with someone else! :laugh:

VCURamFan
12-27-2009, 05:22 AM
That's why I always get drunk if I'm riding with someone else! :laugh:

Yeah, that's why you're always drunk! :rolleyes: :laugh:

Tyburn
12-27-2009, 10:11 PM
Physical Fright

1) in 1994 my parents took the family on a short holiday to Disney Land in Paris. We went as part of a package tour which was arranged locally. It was a coach down to the port of Dover, a Ferry across the English Channel and then the coach went from the port of Callais to Paris.

Now the channel crossing was supposed to be about an hour and a half. But on the way back the sea got really rough, apparently we caught the tale end of some kind of dreadful storm which had moved across Europe from Africa.

The thought of sinking didnt really frighten me. What frightened me was being in the ocean with your legs dangling in the water, because you never know what lurks in the deep.

When we got to Dover, the sea was too bad for us to get into the harbour so we waited outside, for hours, then, the port shut down for the night :scared0015: at that point they considered doing a return journey to France...and I didnt want to go back across the channel in the storm. They didnt in the end because they heard the French port had also closed for the night. it was Eleven and a half hours before we had tug boats guide us into dock :laugh: That was my first ever trip on a boat :laugh:

2) It was 2000 and me and Father decided to go away and pay a visit to The Republic of Ireland. After we had enjoyed ourselves in Dublin, it was time to head to our Hotel. We were doing a little bit of travel around the area and so the Hotel was in the county to the South of Dublin called Wicklow, which is dominated by Mountains...in which, somewhere, lay our hotel. As we began to go up these steep mountain roads, with big vertical drops on either side, a most blackening fog descended.

Not knowing the roads with sharp bends and inclines, and now not being able to see the vertical drops...was a tad scary...I was convinced we were going to plunge :blink:

3)The worst day of my life. April 8th 2003. After injuring myself in an accident that morning, I was convinced that I was going to die that night.

But I didnt :laugh:

Psychological Angst.

July-August 1999

I had recently finished reading a novel about hemolytic-uremic syndrome. I thought the book was fantastic. The week after I finished the Novel I went on work Experience with an Ordained Minister (it was the last week of the school term of that year. On the last day of the week, the Work Experience ended with a Clergy BBQ (You Americans refer to such things as a "Cookout" I believe) Anyway, I ate the meat, and wasnt too happy with it. It was a bit pink. Again I thought nothing of it.

The following day my Family and I began our Holidays with a trip to The Channel Islands, to Guernsey, and Les Rocquettes Hotel. We drove along way to the airport in the car (not good as I can get travel sick) then we went on a plane to the Islands (First time on a plane) once we arrived we had a slap up dinner (a prawn stuffed baked potatoe) and then we all went swimming in the hotel pool.

Now I had a room to myself, My Sisters shared one next door, and my parents shared one but they were over the other wing of the Hotel.

As you may imagine, I got back to my room and decided I wasnt feeling too well. One might believe it was because of the travel, plane, lunch and swim...but no :laugh: I had markedly different ideas as to its cause. I began to wonder if it was from the meat I ate at the clergy BBQ...bad meat can give you....wait for it...hemolytic-uremic syndrome. :laugh: like in the Novel

OMG I'm going to DIE

and so I continued to feel unwell and be sick and the likes, and I managed to convince myself psycho-somatically for FOURTEEN DAYS! then when the holiday was over we arrived back on English soil and I remember sitting in the car thinking..."if this was HUS, I should be dead by now, so obviously it isnt" and not kidding...by the end of the day I felt absolutely fine :laugh:



May-August and October-December 2003

After the accident in April of that year, I began to suffer symptoms. These Symptoms were apparent to me, but not as evident or pronounced to others as they should have been. I was convinced that I was truely and utterly injured from the accident...and over time the symptoms developed and became worse, they didnt stop when I returned to University. I lived in a state of clinical anxiety, fear, a state of mental fear, for the better part of four months. The Medical Staff did not believe there was anything wrong, which made it worse. They tried Prochlorperazine Maleate the day the floor appeared...shinney :unsure-1: like phosphoflourescent...even my memories of those days are blurred in my mind, I kid you not, like photographs with servere camera shake :wacko: (they also tried beta blockers but that didnt work either) slowly, the Prochlorperazine seemed to help, and by the time I left Univeristy it was manageable...I was still depressed (as a reaction to the symptoms) but when the symptoms ceased...so did the Depression.

I moved to London...and all was well until the day I bungled my first procession. I was so mortified I went out and got drunk...and all the symptoms came back...and then the Prochlorperazine wouldnt fix me no more :laugh:



1) December 11th 2003. So I had just been perscribed Sertraline Hydrochloride from my new Doctor in London, the moment I took it I went over the moon, as my body had never had that kind of positive mood altering drug before. It was quite litterally impossible to upset me. I had about a week off before I needed to be permanently on duty at Saint Paul's Cathedral for The Feast of The Incarnation. So I went home...still bouncing from the roof. I met up with my friends from University, who had been members of the Music Team, and we went out for the day in Bradford, not long after that we went back to their new home. In the middle of the night I was awoken in a state of complete and utter fear. I was confused, I didnt know where I was, I didnt know what was wrong with me, I couldnt breath, I was dizzy, I tried to get out of bed and go get a drink of water, I was absolutely terrified. I couldnt stop shaking, I could bearly walk, I couldnt utter a word, my vision was distorted. I have NEVER had a panic like it...and I've had MANY panic attacks...this of course was the first side effect i'd had from the drug I'd been taking.

The honneymoon period of bouncing around on the ceiling was well and truely over. it was nearly february before the antidepressents began to stabalize :laugh:

MattHughesRocks
12-27-2009, 11:09 PM
Dave....seriously..:mellow:

Tyburn
12-27-2009, 11:13 PM
Dave....seriously..:mellow:

:laugh: I know...I can look back and laugh in hindsight...but it was scary at the time :unsure-1:

Play The Man
12-28-2009, 12:38 AM
Physical Fright

1) in 1994 my parents took the family on a short holiday to Disney Land in Paris. We went as part of a package tour which was arranged locally. It was a coach down to the port of Dover, a Ferry across the English Channel and then the coach went from the port of Callais to Paris.

Now the channel crossing was supposed to be about an hour and a half. But on the way back the sea got really rough, apparently we caught the tale end of some kind of dreadful storm which had moved across Europe from Africa.

The thought of sinking didnt really frighten me. What frightened me was being in the ocean with your legs dangling in the water, because you never know what lurks in the deep.

When we got to Dover, the sea was too bad for us to get into the harbour so we waited outside, for hours, then, the port shut down for the night :scared0015: at that point they considered doing a return journey to France...and I didnt want to go back across the channel in the storm. They didnt in the end because they heard the French port had also closed for the night. it was Eleven and a half hours before we had tug boats guide us into dock :laugh: That was my first ever trip on a boat :laugh:

2) It was 2000 and me and Father decided to go away and pay a visit to The Republic of Ireland. After we had enjoyed ourselves in Dublin, it was time to head to our Hotel. We were doing a little bit of travel around the area and so the Hotel was in the county to the South of Dublin called Wicklow, which is dominated by Mountains...in which, somewhere, lay our hotel. As we began to go up these steep mountain roads, with big vertical drops on either side, a most blackening fog descended.

Not knowing the roads with sharp bends and inclines, and now not being able to see the vertical drops...was a tad scary...I was convinced we were going to plunge :blink:

3)The worst day of my life. April 8th 2003. After injuring myself in an accident that morning, I was convinced that I was going to die that night.

But I didnt :laugh:

Psychological Angst.

July-August 1999

I had recently finished reading a novel about hemolytic-uremic syndrome. I thought the book was fantastic. The week after I finished the Novel I went on work Experience with an Ordained Minister (it was the last week of the school term of that year. On the last day of the week, the Work Experience ended with a Clergy BBQ (You Americans refer to such things as a "Cookout" I believe) Anyway, I ate the meat, and wasnt too happy with it. It was a bit pink. Again I thought nothing of it.

The following day my Family and I began our Holidays with a trip to The Channel Islands, to Guernsey, and Les Rocquettes Hotel. We drove along way to the airport in the car (not good as I can get travel sick) then we went on a plane to the Islands (First time on a plane) once we arrived we had a slap up dinner (a prawn stuffed baked potatoe) and then we all went swimming in the hotel pool.

Now I had a room to myself, My Sisters shared one next door, and my parents shared one but they were over the other wing of the Hotel.

As you may imagine, I got back to my room and decided I wasnt feeling too well. One might believe it was because of the travel, plane, lunch and swim...but no :laugh: I had markedly different ideas as to its cause. I began to wonder if it was from the meat I ate at the clergy BBQ...bad meat can give you....wait for it...hemolytic-uremic syndrome. :laugh: like in the Novel

OMG I'm going to DIE

and so I continued to feel unwell and be sick and the likes, and I managed to convince myself psycho-somatically for FOURTEEN DAYS! then when the holiday was over we arrived back on English soil and I remember sitting in the car thinking..."if this was HUS, I should be dead by now, so obviously it isnt" and not kidding...by the end of the day I felt absolutely fine :laugh:



May-August and October-December 2003

After the accident in April of that year, I began to suffer symptoms. These Symptoms were apparent to me, but not as evident or pronounced to others as they should have been. I was convinced that I was truely and utterly injured from the accident...and over time the symptoms developed and became worse, they didnt stop when I returned to University. I lived in a state of clinical anxiety, fear, a state of mental fear, for the better part of four months. The Medical Staff did not believe there was anything wrong, which made it worse. They tried Prochlorperazine Maleate the day the floor appeared...shinney :unsure-1: like phosphoflourescent...even my memories of those days are blurred in my mind, I kid you not, like photographs with servere camera shake :wacko: (they also tried beta blockers but that didnt work either) slowly, the Prochlorperazine seemed to help, and by the time I left Univeristy it was manageable...I was still depressed (as a reaction to the symptoms) but when the symptoms ceased...so did the Depression.

I moved to London...and all was well until the day I bungled my first procession. I was so mortified I went out and got drunk...and all the symptoms came back...and then the Prochlorperazine wouldnt fix me no more :laugh:



1) December 11th 2003. So I had just been perscribed Sertraline Hydrochloride from my new Doctor in London, the moment I took it I went over the moon, as my body had never had that kind of positive mood altering drug before. It was quite litterally impossible to upset me. I had about a week off before I needed to be permanently on duty at Saint Paul's Cathedral for The Feast of The Incarnation. So I went home...still bouncing from the roof. I met up with my friends from University, who had been members of the Music Team, and we went out for the day in Bradford, not long after that we went back to their new home. In the middle of the night I was awoken in a state of complete and utter fear. I was confused, I didnt know where I was, I didnt know what was wrong with me, I couldnt breath, I was dizzy, I tried to get out of bed and go get a drink of water, I was absolutely terrified. I couldnt stop shaking, I could bearly walk, I couldnt utter a word, my vision was distorted. I have NEVER had a panic like it...and I've had MANY panic attacks...this of course was the first side effect i'd had from the drug I'd been taking.

The honneymoon period of bouncing around on the ceiling was well and truely over. it was nearly february before the antidepressents began to stabalize :laugh:

What was the name of the novel about HUS?

Bonnie
12-28-2009, 12:41 AM
Dave your "trip" story reminded me of a trip we took to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. We were staying right on the strip in this hotel that had twin towers (north and south). Our last night there all these bikers rolled in; you could hear them zooming up and down the strip late into the night. About 1 in the morning I hear this loud banging noise. At first I think I'm dreaming, but :no: no dream (more like a nightmare!). This guy was banging and kicking our door. :scared0015: He was yelling for his "wife" to let him in. :blink: He was obviously drunk and trying to kick the door in.

I told my husband, "DO NOT OPEN THAT DOOR!" I said he's drunk and thinks his wife is in here and if you open that door he's going to think she's in here with another guy. :scared0011: For once, he listened to me. :wink: I tried dialing the front desk for security, no answer. So then I try 911, no answer! In the meantime this guy is seriously kicking the door for all it's worth getting madder and madder that his wife won't let him in (that door must have been made out of steel). At this point I'm frantic and frightened and I've got the biggest kitchen knife I could find in my hand. I dial the front desk again and finally someone answers.

A few minutes later I hear the guard talking with this drunken biker dude. He's telling the guard how he and his wife had a fight and she won't let him in. The guard knocks on the door and we open it. As soon as he (guard) sees David, he looks suspiciously at me (yeah, he thinks I'm the guy's wife in there with another man). I explain how this is our room and I am NOT that guy's wife. I could tell the guard didn't believe me at first and I "strongly" repeated myself. Finally, he turns back to the man and tells him he must be in the wrong tower. It took a few minutes before the guy was persuaded he had the wrong room and they left.

That was the most frightened I had ever been on any trip before. The next morning the guy who drove us to the airport explained how this was the beginning of "biker week". Apparently, every year they come in at the same time (May). This is the "white" bikers. The next week after, the black bikers come. Apparently, years ago they all came into town at the same time, but would get into fights--big surprise :rolleyes:-- so they each have their own week. :wink:

Tyburn
12-28-2009, 01:14 AM
What was the name of the novel about HUS?

:laugh: I cant remember at all. :laugh: That was the only thing I remember about it...it had pictures of bacteria on the front, the main character loses one of his family members to the disease, and when investigating a slaughterhouse, some woman ends up decapitated.

it was definately published by 1999...and I think it might have been reasonably new...I reckon your looking between 1997-1999 publishing. It was Hardback and the cover was like green with ecoli on the front I think

oh...and it actually doesnt have a happy ending as such...I dont think the main character is still trying to battle this slaughterhouse meat packing plant from abroad at the end of the Novel....not exactly a to be continued...but certainly not a complete victory

I have no idea the author or the title. It was one I took from Mothers VAST collection of books...most of which have since either been sold at my carboot sale or gone to charity shops

Tyburn
12-28-2009, 01:24 AM
Dave your "trip" story reminded me of a trip we took to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. We were staying right on the strip in this hotel that had twin towers (north and south). Our last night there all these bikers rolled in; you could hear them zooming up and down the strip late into the night. About 1 in the morning I hear this loud banging noise. At first I think I'm dreaming, but :no: no dream (more like a nightmare!). This guy was banging and kicking our door. :scared0015: He was yelling for his "wife" to let him in. :blink: He was obviously drunk and trying to kick the door in.

I told my husband, "DO NOT OPEN THAT DOOR!" I said he's drunk and thinks his wife is in here and if you open that door he's going to think she's in here with another guy. :scared0011: For once, he listened to me. :wink: I tried dialing the front desk for security, no answer. So then I try 911, no answer! In the meantime this guy is seriously kicking the door for all it's worth getting madder and madder that his wife won't let him in (that door must have been made out of steel). At this point I'm frantic and frightened and I've got the biggest kitchen knife I could find in my hand. I dial the front desk again and finally someone answers.


:scared0015: that sounds horiible!!!

But its funny how you can have quite a level of clarity when in this situations. I mean you recognised that if a guy answered the door...

Well I remember when I was attacked by a gang of youths on bikes, I was right outside my house, I chose to take the beating...I mean, actually a conscious and rational decision not to run for safety, because I lived with Women, and I didnt want the gang to know exactly where I lived...or else they might throw bricks through the window...or worse...we'd just had the race riots not so long before this in the same city...and I was there thinking they might come back at night and pour petrol through the letterbox and then light it :unsure-1:

Anyway the point is, all this was going through my mind with much speed as I knocked one guy on his ass, and threw another into a brick wall (I didnt do it hard...I just pushed him, but...I have a lot of momentum behind me...and he was rather...small :laugh:) anyway, when one started hitting me with a bike light, I just decided enough was enough and I dropped to the floor making sure my bag was under me so they couldnt steal it, and waited for them to stop kicking me...it was a youth gang so I never really thought that they could kill me...it wasnt like the later happy slapping phase that went on in London, where Gangs of men would actually kill gays, and get their tarts to film it on Mobile phones. :scared0011:

Twinsmama
12-28-2009, 02:05 PM
My scariest time was when Wyatt broke his skull. Definately not knowing if your son will live or die is worse than anything I've ever been through.

Some of the stories were cracking me up! Anything that starts w/ I was coon huntin...Mac you are too funny!!

Rev
12-30-2009, 06:12 PM
The worst has been the stuff with my son.
but next was when i was shot as a 13 year old. only hit my leg but scared me pretty bad.

Miss Foxy
12-30-2009, 06:47 PM
The worst has been the stuff with my son.
but next was when i was shot as a 13 year old. only hit my leg but scared me pretty bad.

Wow, being shot at the age of 13 sounds very traumatic....:blink:

Rev
12-30-2009, 07:09 PM
Wow, being shot at the age of 13 sounds very traumatic....:blink:

wrong place, wrong time, with the wrong people, doing some bad stuff.
In Spokane Washington, under the bridges. My buddy from my wrestling team was giving me a ride home(his brother was driving). he stopped to score some weed and we heard a couple of shots, one hit the jeep the other grazed my leg but both scared ther crap out of us. I was a little country boy, I wasnt used to that stuff. It didnt mess me up mentaly or anything, it just shook me up. it kinda made us famous at school. no news cameras but everybody knew about it. It didnt even stick in me, my scar is only about 2 inches long and 3/4 in wide. grazed under the skin on my thigh. After I moved down to La. I have been shot at a few times back when I was living in the world and for the world. Shot back some as well. dark times in my life but still part of my life.

lol. I had to go to court beacuse a lady shot our car because I was fighting her son(I was whipping her son). She came out shooting and I dont even remember it but my friends pulled me off him and put me in the car. She tried to send us to jail for disturbing the peace by fighting when she came out the house shooting at me.

When people see me now days they cant believe its the same guy. I live close to one of the cops who arrested me a few time for fighting and he is always asking me to speak to some teens about changing their lives and stuff but it is hard to do that kind of ministry this close to home.

Tyburn
12-30-2009, 07:15 PM
wrong place, wrong time, with the wrong people, doing some bad stuff.
In Spokane Washington, under the bridges. My buddy from my wrestling team was giving me a ride home(his brother was driving). he stopped to score some weed and we heard a couple of shots, one hit the jeep the other grazed my leg but both scared ther crap out of us. I was a little country boy, I wasnt used to that stuff. It didnt mess me up mentaly or anything, it just shook me up. it kinda made us famous at school. no news cameras but everybody knew about it. It didnt even stick in me, my scar is only about 2 inches long and 3/4 in wide. grazed under the skin on my thigh. After I moved down to La. I have been shot at a few times back when I was living in the world and for the world. Shot back some as well. dark times in my life but still part of my life.

lol. I had to go to court beacuse a lady shot our car because I was fighting her son(I was whipping her son). She came out shooting and I dont even remember it but my friends pulled me off him and put me in the car. She tried to send us to jail for disturbing the peace by fighting when she came out the house shooting at me.

When people see me now days they cant believe its the same guy. I live close to one of the cops who arrested me a few time for fighting and he is always asking me to speak to some teens about changing their lives and stuff but it is hard to do that kind of ministry this close to home.

your a dark horse as we would say in England. Which means basically that there is a lot more to you then meets the eye :)

Rev
12-30-2009, 07:24 PM
um, ok.

Tyburn
12-30-2009, 07:27 PM
um, ok.

:laugh: its alright, its considered a compliment :)

Neezar
12-30-2009, 09:02 PM
:laugh: its alright, its considered a compliment :)

um, no, it's not. :mellow:

Tyburn
12-30-2009, 09:37 PM
um, no, it's not. :mellow:

:huh: I thought it was :unsure-1:

flo
12-31-2009, 02:36 AM
YUP!

Things happen for a reason, I guess. I started talking to her again,etc.

It ended up being the best thing that has ever happened to me. My daughter is now 7.
I married that "chic". She is the love of my life. Thank God for not letting me pass her up, like i did. He knew what was best for me.

Todd, that is a beautiful post, you made my day.


As for my scary moment, I was 19 or 20, single and asleep in my apartment when I realized someone had broken in. I was frozen with fear, then I saw the living room light come on under the bedoom door. Slowly the door opened, my heart was in my throat, I kid you not, I remember that part like it was yesterday.

Turned out to be some guy I graduated with who was feeling no pain. He was lucky I didn't have a gun. :punch: