Russrocks
7 Answers
hector5559
ed shank
Was about to get robbed at gunpoint, I wasn't about to give anything up. I was shot twice in the chest. I managed to get the gun from him and shot him four times, twice in the shoulder and twice in the head. His injuries were serious but he did not die. I was initially charged with attempted murder until several witnesses came forward and the charges were amended to a lesser offence. I was 17. I eventually lost 2/3 of my right lung. The thief was never able to speak properly again, a severe stutter, and his eyesight was nearly gone. I have no remorse whatsoever.
| 12 years ago. Rating: 11 | |
Headless Man
This is one of many:
My first car was a 48 Dodge 5 passenger coupe, and I thought it was great. I was fixing it up and going to paint it, I had installed a horn out of a old Ford that made a sound that was very different ugggga. I also installed power windows in it that I had taken out of a wrecked 1953 Lincoln, that my dad had bought for parts for his 53 Lincoln, to replace the crank windows, I probably had the only 48 Dodge with power windows, neat but could of been deadly as you will see.
At age 17 I told my mom that I was going to take my car and run down my friend Dave’s house to study. I can’t understand why she believed that line, I guess because I hardly ever lied about anything and she didn’t think I would. But I’m sure she said a prayer for me as I left.
I went to Dave’s house but not to study but to pick him up and one of his friends, also named Dave, and run up the road and see if I could find someone that wanted to race.
Well sure enough as I went by the house of this guy with a 54 Chevrolet. and honked my ugggga horn. He hopped in his car with some friends and came after me. I knew his car was faster, after all it was 6 years newer and had a bigger motor, I was going to have to lose him in the turns because he was going to catch up on the straight parts of the highway. If you have ever been north of Ava on 821 you would see that there are not many straight-a-ways for some time, so the race was on.
The first sharp turn was in front of the old brick plant and the posted speed was 35.
I was doing 85 as I approached it. I knew with this car it was going to take the whole road to make it as I didn’t have more power to pull me out of the turn. I slowed down some and went left of center to give me some sliding room, then I was going to floor it as I came out of the turn. as I look back I seem to know how to do it but one thing I never thought of some nut was coming the other way sliding on my side, now what!!
Well he could not get back on his side without going into a full slid so I had to swerve to my right to avoid a head on, as I did the guard rail was right there so then I had to swerve back to the left HARD!
That's when things got nasty. The car was sliding out of control and started to tip over.
The next thing I remember I was laying on the ground the passenger door had flown open and was pressed against the front fender of the car I was under it and the car was laying on me.
The car was still running and gasoline was running out of the carb. and running into my boot the power windows that I had installed in this car had shorted out and smoke was coming from the wires that went from under the dash to the door that I was now under. I knew that I had to get the engine turned off to not only stop the car from pumping gas onto my feet but to cut the power to the wire that was getting hotter and hotter and could start a fire.
I stretched and stretched as much as I could but came up about 4” short of being able to reach the keys to turn the engine off.
As I reached all the sudden without a word a hand came from the back seat and turned the car off.
Thank God, my friend was not hurt and had been thrown to the back seat from the passenger seat, but where was his buddy that was in the back seat?
As he climbed out of the car to get help he said Dave is dead, the car is on his head!
I could not see him but his head was under the door post right behind me.
The guys I was racing was there first and others had stopped to see if they could help.
These guys were young and strong but it took 4-5 of them to roll the car off of me.
As they did I heard a moaning and a gasping for air Dave #2 was alive and trying to breath,my hips had kept the car from crusting his skull.
Thank God again, my moms prayers for safely has been answered!
You might think God could of prevented the accident altogether, but God does not stop us from our free will. I could have not lied to my mom, I could have slowed down for the turn , but I decided not to and I had to pay for my bad judgments.
Dave #2 ended up with a broken jaw and had his mouth wired shut for about three weeks.
He was out of the hospital in a few days and recovered fine. I was in the hospital for about three weeks with a cracked pelvic bone and when I got out I went to see Dave #2, his mouth was still wired shut so he could not talk, which was probably good for me as I don’t think he would have anything good to say to me. Don’t blame him!
| 12 years ago. Rating: 11 | |
jhharlan
The UT sniper shootings in 1966 (?). I was very young, it was on TV, the man across the street was one of the cops shooting back, the man down the street lost his wife and son, the woman he's married to now was shot in the stairwell and is blind and in a wheelchair. Traumatic for a kid..............Charles Witman sure could ruin a lot of people;s lives..........
| 12 years ago. Rating: 10 | |
lindilou
I was just a kid(15) and I lived deep in the woods along the raging Thompson River in the Rockies.I was walking a path going to work at the ESSO in Avola B.C. and my dogs decided to join me far along the way...too far to send them back so I resolved to take them with me.Ahead in the woods trees were being shaken with a fury and my dogs...Catalina(Newfoundlander) and Jack(Siberian Husky) took off down the path so I stopped and listened as what sounded like a ferocious battle ensued...large-sounding roars and growls and my dogs barking and raging...my legs moved before I had time to think and I headed up a nearby ridge and climbed up it about 300 feet.When I reached the top I tried to see what was going on but could only see these big trees being jolted and swaying while these monster noises continued.I sat on the cliff with my legs dangling off the edge and resolved to wait.The noise finally ceased after maybe 20-25 minutes and I was scared...more for my dogs than myself...I was regretting leaving my longrifle back at my cabin and then my dogs showed up to maul me with whinings and face-licks...but they were covered in blood...still warm...I was freaking out up there as I carefully checked the boys for wounds and found none! Not one puncture wound or scrape!I decided to climb up to the railway tracks and walk to town that way and then we heard shots in the distance.By the time I reached the petrol-station there were cops and forestry guys all over a small trailer court where they'd had to shoot the crazed Bear that my dogs had kicked the stuffing out of!!That poor bruin ended up having a massive ringworm in his ear canal that had driven him mad!The ordeal was so terrifying that I still have nightmares about Bears to this day.
| 12 years ago. Rating: 9 | |
Poor Bear.
I went river rafting on the Thompson... No one ever dies in the Thompson River! At least that is what the guides told everyone. :)
eggplant
It was the time some losers were trying to break into the house in the middle of the night. I was alone and I called the police. Two squad cars pulled up at the front. The losers disappeared, but they came back a second and third time. Once more I was alone and they were trying to get the tiles off the roof. I waited and the losers left. No one can get access through our roof, there is no manhole and If they were as flat as paper they might succeed in laying in the roof space...heh...heh.
| 12 years ago. Rating: 9 | |
robertgrist
When you go through enough fearful, traumatic, near death experiences and survive, you loose all sense of fear regarding whatever you encounter that is life threatening or potentially life threatening. At that point life or death becomes a choice without emotionally driven fear felt when threatened before. Such a response is viewed as a childish.
| 12 years ago. Rating: 6 | |
