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November 1, 2004 I was working for a company that builds power lines. You know, the high voltage transmission lines. We were doing stringing operations, which is the process of connecting the conductor cables to the structures.

We had two mobile crane trucks situated parallel to one another. The inside unit was equipped with a man basket. The outside unit had a 150 lb ball hook on a single part line (this is a configuration of the crane for lifting light loads). I was standing with my brother on the catwalk of the inside unit. The man in the basket was attaching the stringing dollies to the other crane, which would in turn lower them down for us to detach.

We had just finished the last structure of the workday, and the crane operator on the outside unit was "racking up," or placing the crane boom into its stored for travel position. My brother and I were standing face to face talking. We were about 3 ft apart. As the crane boom was swinging overhead, the shaft in the cable reel broke, and the 150 lb hunk of metal fell directly in between us.

It hit me with a glancing blow. That was about as close to death that I have come I think. The ballhook just clipped the brim of my hardhat smashing it down on the bridge of my nose, and ultimately flipping the hat about 30 yards through the air. Either the hook, or the frayed wire protruding from the "crow's foot" (device used to attach the crane cable to the ballhook) caught my clothing and ripped my shirt, and pants literally all the way down. Seriously, it tore my shirt, and pants completely open leaving me half naked, but it didn't break the skin. How's that for a close call?

This thing left a smudge of yellow paint on the safety glasses that I was wearing. Close one right? The force of this glancing blow caused my hardhat to both lacerate and break my nose. It jarred my skull hard enough to break three teeth. Some portion of the device hit my thigh on the way down, and jacked it up really bad. I had a "severe contusion of the left quadricep."

It knocked me from the catwalk on the back of the truck, and I hit my head on one of the outriggers (extensions that add stability to the unit). When I hit the ground my left leg got all pretzel twisted underneath me, which left me with a strained LCL (lateral cruciate ligament) in the knee.

Everyone who witnessed it thought that it killed me. Later, my brother told me, "I really thought I saw you die." I was fully conscious through the entire event. I never saw it coming, but I remember what went though my mind. The thought of death never entered.

At the moment of impact I thought, "What the F-ck!"

I didn't really know what was happening, but I knew that I intended to survive it. When I was on the ground I laid motionless for a moment, and I thought, "Ouch!"

Then I kicked my leg out from underneath me, and sat up.

my second husband was abusive.one day he put a gun to my head during an argument.I thought i was going to buy the farm that day but lluckily when all was said and done I just had to change my underwear..

Aug 2, 2001...

Woke up exactly three miles from home. Driving. I was asleep. And on the wrong side of the road. The only thought that crossed my mind was my neighbor driving into work and that if I were to pull back on the road, I would hit Jim and Kathy. I would never been able to live with myself.

I did the only think that I could do. I closed my eyes and prayed. I woke up 40 feet from the road on a steep grade. I was outside of the car. Blood was flowing from both ears, glass sticking out of my arms, face, shoulders. My face swollen fully on the left side. My hair was matted with blood, grass, and leaves.

I was taken to the hospital 30 minutes away. I was in and out of consciousness and felt like I was continually falling on my head. I spent three days in the hospital. Major concusion, various laceration to the face, hyphema (blood in the iris) of both eyes, dislocated shoulded, and fractor to the right femur. I was in bad shape. I was completely alone, and I had a lot "unfinished" business. I was riding the thin red line.

I went home, one month and two days later...I was getting my life back on track. Visiting my brother in Hutchinson, Kansas. I was standing in a pen with a young colt. In the blink of an eye, I was on my knees blood pouring from my nose and mouth. There was no flash of light, no revelation of the coming end. With the assistance of my sister-in-law, I went to the hospital. After four hours, and various ct scans. I was sent home, to return to "a specialist" the following morning.

1:00pm the following day, I arrived at the office of Dr. Robert Epp, ear nose and throat specialist and facial reconstructive surgeon. I knew at this point that something was seriously wrong. I was welcomed with open arms to the office. Each nurse in awe of the swelling that made my face look something a soccer ball, only the colors were more purple, black, green, and yellow. Oh and the donald duck bandaid that girls at the ER found so funny didn't help.

Moving on...I was told that I would have surgery the following week.

After a 6 hour surgery. 2 plates, one bracket, and a reset nose.

My doctor informed me shortly after the surgery that if anything about the incident would have been different I would have at minimum been blind but more likely dead.

It was that I stared death in the face but that it looked at me and said HA HA!

It was in that couple of months that I realized the preciousness of life. My own reality and the fact that indeed I am not invisible.

Life is a wonderful!

you have an angel on your shoulder girlfriend!!!

I like to think I have purpose in this world and God needs me here to do something.

man that shits too deep man!

i need at 6 hours notice before i can even think it man

...thats some heavy shit



talk to you after i've told my subconsoius mind to allow itself time to even think about it..........................




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i'll read and answer yours in a few hours after i answer the one before you wendywindy

I don't know if I thought that, I don't know if I thought anything, cause I don't remember it. I was crossing a street, got hit by a speeding car and thrown 40 ft in the air. Pelvis and hip were crushed on the right side, I had 2o-something pints of blood for internal bleeding in the ER that night, so my blood was replaced 5 or 6 times. They tell me I was conscious when the ambulance got there, and that I was screaming in the ER when they were trying to get my pelvic bone back in place somewhat to slow the bleeding. All I remember is waking up in the hospital the next afternoon, not knowing where I was, all I could see was the ceiling tiles cause I had a neck brace on. I thought at first I was paralyzed cause I couldn't move, scary feeling. I was so relieved to find out I wasn't.

You've seen war movies where someone is all blown up but they don't feel the pain, cause they're dying? I think the human mind can only handle so much pain, then it shuts off the receptors. I was feeling the pain at the time, so they tell me, but it was like my brain went back and erased the memory and went just a tad too far back, cause I couldn't even remember leaving work that day. Weird how the mind works.

oh my god nhcavegal !

to think that people can just turn like that !



you're lucky you got out off it the right time girl



hope you never meet another freak like that again

i still can't face thinking about that one yet diogenes



maybe its a bit too close to home it keeps reminding me of when my uncle who was a building site foreman had his accident involving a street paving stone falling from a crane high up somebody shouting out " roy look out " he jumped out the way just in time to save his life but the edge of the paving stone ripped his arm wide open ...all the way down the inside ...it was the biggest and widest scar i ever saw diogenes



i still need time to face up to the horror of what happen to yoou mate .......




give me a another few hours



the speed of it all and seeing it ..the sharpness ...and everything ,,,i can see that ..that would definately be my final death thought

Yep, I sure did!
As my truck was rolling over and over and over and over....
I merely thought, "well this is it"... and I was completely at peace with that!
I had no 'panic' at dying.
So now I know... when God says it's time... I'm ready.
When my truck finally came to rest, my thought was, "oh, I'm still here!".
Thankfully pain was blocked out.
My pelvis was crushed, hip broken. Not a drop of blood anywhere.

Fast forward to now. I'm repaired nicely!
And... life is good.

~breath~

mindful and I have many shared experiences....parallel universe













and thats all i have to say about that..........





I am happy that you are all here now.......

hi breath !...welcome to the thread girl ....well what can you say about that ? you make death sound so nice that i feel like jumping out the window and killing myself ...

well i would'nt exactly kill myself because i live on the first floor



but you know what i mean

1980, Big Bear, California. My friends and I started Street Lugeing in the late '70s. I was coming down the mountain passing cars when I slipped in line in front of one. The road leveled out and she accelerated over the top of me not knowing I was there. I was now pinned under her car at 40mph and thought I was about to die. Cars coming up the road could see I was pinned under her car and were skidding everywhere in shock while honking their horns at her. My friends saw what happened and all stopped thinking I would roll out from under her car dead. She pushed me for about a half mile - I never quit trying to survive. If it weren't for the death grip I had on my board - I would have. As we rounded a turn in the road and she stopped accelerating I wiggled my way out from under her bumper and managed to push off in front of her. To her it looked like I had rode underneath her car. I sat up and pulled over expecting her to do the same. She just kept on driving never knowing what had just happened. I have faced death many times in my lifetime - always of my own doing while participating in extreme sports. this was the scariest - The Lord held my hand through the whole thing keeping me calm enough to take care of myself. My advice to people in life and death situations - the time for panicking is afterwards - "never" during the event. Everytime I think about it I get the shakes.

Phew!

I bet that was scary though..

I've been under hospice care and have had my third heart attack...within the last five years! I ain't afraid of no ghost!! Only one heart attack in the last five years...the other two were in 1990!

hospice care twice in five years...sorry

Wow! scary...

and she never even knew what just happened.. blimey!.. imagine if you could find her now and tell her what happened that day..

Too much BOOBIES!!

Might just twist your ankle Gilly