did he shoot?
Was it a black guy?
My happened so fast, I had no time to think about what was coming (except a brief moment before being ran over where I turned my head and literally kissed the front bumper, thus the broken nose, 4 front teeth portion of the story). 25' in the air, sailing backwards at 60 mph...
Pretty sure death becomes a possibility in your mind.
Ive never had a gun pulled on me and I could only imagine. No bull ST -talk, that must be horrifying.
No.
Yeah it was pretty ing crazy. It's definitely a powerless feeling and I was really pissed off but I knew I couldn't do about it.
False.
Best ing ginger ale. Ever.
I am not trying to be over-dramatic or garner attention/sympathy, but I know how if I were reading some of these tales, I'd want to know considering anonymity.
I was conscious the whole time being ran over, I was never knocked out. I remember the front driver wheel going over my legs/hips and feeling and hearing the breaking of bones, then being turned over maybe twice as the undercarriage snagged various portions of my back and sides and then I really remember the rear driver tire coming up my right side/back and going over my shoulders. When the car reached its "apex" of its height on my shoulders, my just snapped and crumbled. I remember the car "dropping" more than a few inches on top of me as my entire left side went to bone and tissue mush.
I also believe thats when it broke my ribs with one puncturing my lung.
It was really surreal after I came out from under the car. I never thought I was going to die, honestly, youre in so much shock, you dont really "feel" the immediate pain of all the injuries. I was lying in the road, still processing what happened and more importantly, completely surprised that I felt nothing, no pain. I actually thought I was ok and was going to stand up.
Then the ing pain washed over me like a tsunami. Screamed like a girl, like a little baby girl.
I had these pointed roach clips on my chain wallet (yeah, laugh all you want) that were literally stuck hinge-deep into my thigh (roughly 3" deep). One of the kids who saw the whole thing must have ran like the Flash to me, as I was a good 200 yards from the group where this happened. Anyway, he's trippin', I can see it in his eyes. Comforting, screaming for help, multiple neighbors calling 911, cars stopping with pedestrians roaming about.
This whole time, it felt like my left arm was lying at my side, like normal. But when this guy propped me up a little bit because he could see I was having trouble breathing, my arm flopped from under my body, behind my shoulder blades.
Its a really ing eerie feeling to think your limb is somewhere only to find out youve been laying on it this whole time.
I think thats when I went into total shock. I calmly reached down, grabbed the roach clips and pulled them out really slowly. It didnt hurt at all, which was surprising at the time.
Thats when the ambulance showed up and jostled me onto a stretcher that hurt like...well, like ing .
Summing this story up, I get to the hospital and its clear that I need some meds. They give me an injection of Demoral (sp?). Little did I know, but apparently, I am allergic to it. Its the only thing I know of that I am allergic to and this is how I find out, in my most broken, beaten, crushed state of being.
You ever puke uncontrollably, literally uncontrollably, and violently with a crushed body and a punctured lung? It hurts. It hurts so much that you get tired, you get tired of being awake, you just want to sleep. You just want to be unconscious. Thats when my stepmother showed up and the first words out of my mouth were "Im sorry, Ive always loved you".
I figured if I am going to die, I might as well make peace with the only person I am not at peace with.
Things get foggy from there as the Demoral works on the pain, but I cant stop puking. Last thing I remember clearly, nurse walks in and starts an IV. Doctor walks in right behind her with a morphine shot.
Instant. Nirvana.
I'm swimming mentally and I watch the doctor grab my broken left arm, he's looking in my eyes the whole time, and start to slowly raise it, slowly raise it, and I am just thinking "Holy , that doesnt hurt!"
Boom. Passed out. Woke up in ICU.
/story
^^ Is that your personal story DR?
Holy . That sounds brutal.
Do you have lasting injuries? What terrible luck finding out you're allergic to a drug after being ing destroyed by a vehicle.
Yep, I was 14.
Lasting injuries, no.
Besides a metal plate in my left arm, a jutting clavicle, a few surgical scars, one patch of gravel scars on my lower back, and one uva nose job, no.
My back hurts and my hips sometimes flare up when its going to rain (barometric pressure? no idea), really no worse for wear.
ing a. How fast was the guy going and how did you get hit? Were you playing in the street and he just didn't see you or what? You have some really terrible experiences with cars...
Momma always wouldn't let me play no fooseball on account of she didn't want me to die like my daddy. See my daddy went into the peace corps and got lost in the desert, he died of dehydration.
Overdosed on DXM. Been ed in the head since tbh.
Actually the cir stances around how it happened are slightly embarrassing.
I used to walk to school in junior high (some parts of the country call it middle school). Just got out of school, smoked a couple at a friends house who lived, literally, right next door to the school.
Walked that gravel road hundreds of times, back and forth to school. A friend of my friend's sister (also female) used to drive us down the road as a courtesy.
We would sit on the hood and she would drive. I had done it numerous, if not 100 times.
She decided to hit the brakes on this occasion going about 30 mph, if I had to guess. I was on the driver's side of the hood, she couldnt see, she asked me to move over. In my transition toward the center of the vehicle, she hit the brakes (apparently, she was about to hit something). My grip slipped from under the hood and I slid off the front of the hood. I tried to "jump" away from the vehicle, but you would be surprised how difficult that is when you are nowhere near prepared to do it.
I didnt make it very far, needless to say. Considering where I started (middle of hood), to where I landed (driver's side corner), not too bad. I landed, turned, and ate the front corner of the bumper face-on. The rest I already wrote.
Oh, it was a big-ass 1980s Ford LTD. Big hood.
Yeah I came close, but after DR's story, no.
I jumped out of my mom's Opel when the brakes failed going down our steep driveway. This was before seat belts.She kept screaming "OMG, the brakes, the brakes". Car slammed in to a tree in the ditch.
I didn't get run over, but my glasses got broken. My Mom flipped out, my Dad got pissed, and the whole neighborhood thought I was crazy.
Sounds weak that I would consider my life was in dannger after reading some of the stories on here but I was robbed at gunpoint walking down the street when I was like 15, for about $20-25 worth of dollar bills... that robbed me was behind me in line at a convenience store and mustve seen all those bills thinking it was more than it really was. I bet he was dissapointed when he opened my wallet
Another time we nearly flipped over going about 80 mph when the car I was riding got a flat tire, driver started swerving and at one point literally one side of the vehicle was off the ground. I was in the backseat not wearing a seatbelt, pretty sure it wouldnt have been pretty if the car had flipped over.
not trying to be a , just curious...did u try the emergency brake?I jumped out of my mom's Opel when the brakes failed going down our steep driveway. This was before seat belts.
I didn't get run over, but my glasses got broken. My Mom flipped out, my Dad got pissed, and the whole neighborhood thought I was crazy.
I was 12, I didn't know about emergency brakes back then. , I was too busy trying to gage my jump.
No damn wonder. It's aged in oak barrels. Says so right on the label.
Damn, DR, that whole story is crazy. Glad you made it out alright - it's pretty impressive to me that you don't have more long lasting injuries.
Damn, DarkReign....that story is like whoa. Craziest I've heard in a while. Pretty sure you win this round.
Glad you're still around to tell about it.
Was trained in chest tubes last year and have only done one (albeit in a hospital setting)...very barbaric procedure, and needless to say we're supposed to use a local and a general anesthetic every time. Couldn't imagine doing it sans the pain meds on a conscious patient.
Crazy story, bro...congrats on beating the odds
Last edited by DeadlyDynasty; 08-04-2011 at 10:50 PM.
Once, me and my friends were playing ball and a drunk guy pulled out a gun because he was pissed that he cannot maneuver his car because he was so ing drunk to even drive one straight-line. I really felt he was going to shoot and I shouted and ran as fast as I could.
Last edited by Venti Quattro; 08-05-2011 at 04:20 AM.
I've had that feeling for quite some time.
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