I shouldn't actually be alive now... :)

[Ewan]

Posted by hohoemi (here)
Once when I was a teenager we were driving through the mountains with my some of my family in two cars. Up front was my uncle, who at that time was known to drive like a maniac (he was in some accidents because of this but survived all without lasting damage). Following was a car driven by my granny, more of a sedate sunday driver, with my cousins and myself in it.

For some unknown reason my granny was trying to keep up with my uncle's car up that winding mountain road, including overtaking various cars despite the narrowness of the road and a complete lack of visibility because of all the curves. At some point, we suddenly found ourselves overtaking a truck - with a second truck heading directly for us down this narrow road, with a mountain face on one side and a cliff on the other.

The way this looks in my memory, there would barely have been space enough for a motorcycle between those two trucks, let alone for a small car. Despite this, we just drove between them, without even brushing their sides.

I have no idea whether my memory is distorted or some kind of miracle happened, but even at that time, I didn't understand how we got through that situation alive, let alone completely unscathed.

I was beginning to think I would not have a story to share until I read this post. It jogged a memory long forgotten. Yes I'd had quite a few encounters where I pondered later how the heck I wasn't seriously hurt but never death.

My sister, who is 18 months older than myself and had been driving for over a year whilst I had just literally passed my test less than a month earlier. It had been agreed, when Dad Ok'd us borrowing the car on holiday, that she would drive there (Loch Morlich in Scotland, only an hour from where we were staying) and I would drive back.

We are on the return journey and a narrow bridge up ahead, it looks about 1.5 times the width of a car. There is a truck heading towards us and I, being brash and confident I am sure we can beat the truck to the bridge, and put my foot down accelerating. I can see (or am aware) of my sister getting tense and I remember grinning at her, to me, paranoia. However, it became apparent that we would reach the bridge at the same time and it was too late to slam the brakes on - we would have probably come to a halt the other side of it.

I remember my sister screaming, and I literally clenched my teeth, closed my eyes and held on to the steering with rigid arms. One, two seconds, no bang, no screech of metal. I opened my eyes again and we are sailing on regardless. I glance in the rear view mirror and the truck is also continuing onwards quite unperturbed. I don't think my sister spoke for the rest of the journey home and I was in no mood to say anything either. I remember looking back at the time and wondering how the heck that just happened.

[Vangelo]

Oh God, I have multiple stories that I have completely forgotten until now. I will try to relay them in chronological order. These all happened in Boston Massachusetts in a rough part of the city.

1. I was about 5 and a bunch of kids jumped me, my brother and two cousins. Everyone escaped but me. They held a knife to my throat yelling that if my brother and cousins did not come back they were going to kill me. By chance, a cop car drove by and they scattered. The cop did not even stop. He had no idea there was an issue.
   
2. I was about 7 and on the roof of a 4 story building. My brother and cousins ran and jumped across to the other identical building. I followed them and landed with the top half of my body on the roof and my legs dangling on the side of the building.
   
3. I was about 16 and a drugged out guy stumbled over to me and my friends, he pulled out a screwdriver and lunged at me trying to stab me for no reason. Luckily I saw him and blocked the first strike.
   
4. I was 16, it was during the riots that happened because of the forced school busing issue. My friends and I were walking home and we found ourselves in the middle of a protest. We were the only people of our race there and that got the protestors more upset. We ran and luckily escaped with minor bruises.
   
5. I was about 17 in the passenger's seat of my friends muscle car. We had just finished upgrading the engine's carburetor and the brakes and my friend wanted to see if he could get the car to hit 100 miles per hour. So we did what any teenage boys would do, we decided to test it. The street we picked to drive the car on was long enough (we thought) but it ended in a "T" onto a very busy street. We hit 100 but did not have enough time to stop. Somehow he was able to slam on the brakes and screech into the busy street, between moving cars going right to left, just like a movie scene. It was a miracle.
   
6. I was 18 and came home after midnight. For some reason I decided to drive my car around the block before parking on the street to go home. There was a guy with a large bowie knife hiding in my neighbors walkway behind a bush. Had I got out of my car he would have got me. I yelled at him from the car and he ran.

I have been blessed and must have a guardian angel.

[grapevine]

When I was a young girl, just before my 13th birthday, I had a week's holiday in Polperro, Cornwall with an aunt and uncle.

The steps down to the beach were carved straight into the cliff face with a sheer drop on one side and halfway down I noticed a little bird on a tuft of grass. Without thinking I put my hand out and instead of flying off it tried to peck me. I jumped back in horror, but then proceeded on my way down the steps.

When we got to the bottom my uncle and aunt were ashen faced and said that when I jumped back my heels had been over the edge for a split second, and they wondered what on earth they were going to tell my parents. I'm so glad I was completely unaware.

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Posted by Vangelo (here)
Oh God, I have multiple stories that I have completely forgotten until now. I will try to relay them in chronological order. These all happened in Boston Massachusetts in a rough part of the city.

1. I was about 5 and a bunch of kids jumped me, my brother and two cousins. Everyone escaped but me. They held a knife to my throat yelling that if my brother and cousins did not come back they were going to kill me. By chance, a cop car drove by and they scattered. The cop did not even stop. He had no idea there was an issue.
   
2. I was about 7 and on the roof of a 4 story building. My brother and cousins ran and jumped across to the other identical building. I followed them and landed with the top half of my body on the roof and my legs dangling on the side of the building.
   
3. I was about 16 and a drugged out guy stumbled over to me and my friends, he pulled out a screwdriver and lunged at me trying to stab me for no reason. Luckily I saw him and blocked the first strike.
   
4. I was 16, it was during the riots that happened because of the forced school busing issue. My friends and I were walking home and we found ourselves in the middle of a protest. We were the only people of our race there and that got the protestors more upset. We ran and luckily escaped with minor bruises.
   
5. I was about 17 in the passenger's seat of my friends muscle car. We had just finished upgrading the engine's carburetor and the brakes and my friend wanted to see if he could get the car to hit 100 miles per hour. So we did what any teenage boys would do, we decided to test it. The street we picked to drive the car on was long enough (we thought) but it ended in a "T" onto a very busy street. We hit 100 but did not have enough time to stop. Somehow he was able to slam on the brakes and screech into the busy street, between moving cars going right to left, just like a movie scene. It was a miracle.
   
6. I was 18 and came home after midnight. For some reason I decided to drive my car around the block before parking on the street to go home. There was a guy with a large bowie knife hiding in my neighbors walkway behind a bush. Had I got out of my car he would have got me. I yelled at him from the car and he ran.

I have been blessed and must have a guardian angel.

Bloody hell Vangelo. Be careful - you only have 3 lives left!

[Bill Ryan]

(It seemed topical! )

[onawah]

I must have been on sabbatical or something when this thread was active, because somehow I missed it.
But I am definitely a member of this particular Avalon "club" as I had a NDE in 1972, 2 months after I had left the East Coast (Philadelphia) for California (the S.F. Bay Area) at the age of 24.
There are 2 old posts of mine, one which describes the incident here:
https://projectavalon.net/forum4/sho...l=1#post321587
... and another which describes another later, but very related incident here:
https://projectavalon.net/forum4/sho...=1#post1534914
They are both pretty long, so I won't copy them here.

[Mark (Star Mariner)]

A sequence of hair-raising clips. Definitely belongs in this thread!

https://x.com/crazyclipsonly/status/1891554471659950136

[Mike]

About 20 years ago I was working on a roadside crew on a very hot summer day. We started at 7am and went to around 3pm most days, but on this day our boss wanted to work an extra 2 hours.

It was very hot that day and the humidity was devastating. I was gassed by 3:00 and come 5:00 I was dehydrated and deliriously tired. At the end of our work day we'd drive along the edge of the highway off-ramp and collect the cones we'd laid out earlier. This was accomplished by using an enormous metallic arm on the back of our truck...

When the work was done the metallic arm would fold up on it's own and crash back down into it's original position. While this process was taking place, a whiny beep-beep-beep warning alarm sounded to alert everyone to stay clear of it.

I recall hearing the beeping but I was so out of it that it just didn't register. It sounded like an alarm clock going off miles down the road. I was in a trance man. Probably some kind of heat stroke. At the time I was crouched on the back on the truck, directly on the platform the metallic arm was due to crash down upon...

I don't know what moved me to do it, but for some reason I stood up and took about 5 paces forward, just barely getting missed by the huge metallic arm in the process. Surely it would have crushed my skull and killed me if I hadn't.

[Bill Ryan]