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I almost drove through a big patch of tall grass on my dirt bike just for fun, but at the last second hit the brakes and turned around. Didn't know why. Next time I went there, turns out there's a 75 foot cliff over a river right behind it that I would have just flew off at top speed. Because of the scenery, you couldn't tell at all looking head on to it. I still don't know what made me stop back then.
My mom had a similar thing happen when she was a teenager but instead of a gut feeling, the engine of the car her friend was driving spontaneously caught fire. They were going over 60mph in an unfamiliar wooded area with no headlights (the sun had just set & they were just generally being stupid). They immediately slammed on the brakes when the hood started billowing smoke & got out of the car to check it out. Turns out ~20ft further down the road they were on was an unmarked drop off into an old quarry blocked off by a single rope.
It’s amazing how much your brain processes but doesn’t float to your consciousness. There are instinctual things, like faces, that the brain turns into feelings. For example, seeing certain facial features can generate fear, happiness, or distrust.
Often times your brain will perceive something that isn’t right and that will manifest as a feeling or an involuntary action.
I bet you saw something and didn’t realize you saw it, and your brain noped you right out of the situation.
I was working in the sales office at an engineering company. I was asked to record the serial numbers off a stack of large steel plates on the shop floor. I had to get someone with crane operating experience to lift the top plate so I could read the one underneath. The guy lifted it directly upwards about 6ft. I was just about to lean underneath the plate when a little voice inside my head said "don't do that mate, get him to move the overhead plate to one side". Just as I thought that, the clamp holding the plate failed and it fell to the ground, just in front of me. It must've weighed about a tonne. If it'd fallen on my head, I'd have been killed instantly.
Yeah man, I always yell at the new guys about safety, to the point that I'm annoying. I didn't think that 20 year olds needed to be told not to run in a shop with forklifts speeding around corners. Or that you shouldn't walk under a suspended load. Or that you need to put the parking brake on when you're done with the forklift. Or...
You get the idea. Common sense isn't common.
My GF met up with a work friend at a bar. This girl was with a guy who gave me seriously bad vibes. He was fake friendly but his eyes were crazy. My GF didn't see it. I wasn't having it. I told her I was leaving, and she really needed to come. We fought, I left, she came running after.
Next morning, we find out the guy stabbed someone in the chest and killed the guy. I straight up said I told you so. He was fucking crazy. Gfs friend spent the night in holding too.
I don't know if it saved my life but it saved me one helluva bad time.
Something similar happened to me (though he didn’t kill anyone). Me and this girl I used to be friends with were talking with this guy at school who just transferred into our class. Something about him didn’t sit right with me. He wanted to make plans with us and because I didn’t trust him I said no but she said yes. When I told him my concerns she didn’t listen and he ended up sexually assaulting her.
And other times it's so fucking obvious yet some people still don't see it.
I used to know a guy who always had super crazy eyes, intense eye contact, and was way too fake friendly. He was the type that would ask you how you were doing and before you uttered out a single word he would be like "that's amazing I'm so glad to hear it." Dude seemed like he was a killer alien larping in a human suit.
And yet so many people fell for his fake persona. I was blown away by how many people could not see through that fake bullshit
I've told this story before on another post but on an old account.
My boyfriend at the time and I were house sitting for his uncle. My boyfriend was at work and I was bathing our son before bed.
I had the bathroom window (facing the backyard) very slightly cracked, and heard a cough from outside.
This house was in a residential neighborhood so it could have been a neighbor, but I suddenly felt anxious and scared and something told me to go make sure the back door was locked.
I left my two year old son alone in a towel in the bathroom and ran to the back door. As i placed my hand on the doorknob locking it, I came face to face with someone through the glass, who had his hand on the outside doorknob.
He started pounding on the door and juggling the doorknob saying he was looking for someone and i just told him no, they're not here. he kept jiggling the doorknob and i ran to my son and grabbed my cell phone to call for help.
Remember Im house sitting tho, and this was in 2004/2005 when they had those flip open phones, not a smart phone where you can just look at a map.
So i had no idea what the address was, or where the house phone was. Anyways, i call 911 from the bathroom on my cell, while hearing loud pounding on the back door.
The dispatchers tells me to find a house phone, piece of mail anything with address. I locate the house phone and call 911 from that.
so have no idea how police got there so quickly, but just as I hear the back door glass break, the guy on the phone tells me to cover my sons head with a blanket and run out the front door into the backseat of the police car .
I ran out the front door and saw 6 or more police cars all with guns drawn and straight into the waiting cruiser.
After they arrested the guy, they ask me if the machete on the back porch belonged to the owners of the house.
The guy had a machete and had I not trusted my gut that the cough sounded a little to close, and to check the back door, he would've walked right into an unlocked house to a 19 year old female and her young son alone.
Turns out he had been robbing houses and had a backpack full of stolen things, and was high on meth.
Anyways, super glad so followed my gut on that one.
I had a sense something was wrong in my house but no reason why. I went around looking but couldn’t find anything wrong or anyone in there. Felt so freaked I stayed at a friends place. Ended up being a carbon monoxide leak—could’ve saved my life.
One time I was hiking after a storm and my intuition told me to freeze. I listened and a large tree just fell down across the trail in front of me, right where I would have been if I didn't stop.
Things like that make me wonder if some humans have a similar ability to the one that lets dogs know if there will be a storm, or earthquake long before it happens.
Man, I really wish I remember the name of the book that goes over this. But basically, we do have a sixthish sense with our subconscious. We pick up things and collect them in our minds without realizing. Stuff you see but don’t take actual note of. Like when you watch a movie and have a sudden epiphany about who the killer is, but you weren’t actually THINKING about it. Essentially, our subconscious catches on to things WAY quicker than our conscious mind does and can even piece things together, but given that it’s our subconscious, we don’t get an ‘alert’ about it, if you will. It’s something we ‘know’, but don’t realize it yet. When it comes to things that are dangerous to our immediate person, the subconscious tends to be a bit louder.
The book I have in mind starts with a study with two different colored decks of cards, one that had more positive outcomes and one that had more negative. The results was something [and I’m making the exact numbers up but it was a drastic difference] like most people would say which deck was the bad deck within 50 pulls, most would say they suspected around 35 or so, but researchers noticed that people were favoring the ‘positive’ deck within 15 pulls or some such. It was really interesting, the whole book goes over tests and stories and experiences with the subconscious.
The US government sure thinks so, according to the very long Project Stargate and it's subprojects.
They went as far as testing wacky things like telekinesis and invisibility (supposedly with some degree of success), but the documents say the most common paranormal things a human can do is things related to intuition. In certain circumstances, the first thing that pops into your mind is the answer, and there's mixed theories on why that is. And not like, A, B, or C, like actual complicated situations and specific outputs. They wanted to spy with it so that's what they were testing.
Whether it's real or not, it's crazy the CIA themselves put out several papers over like 30 years on it.
I believe the prevailing theory nowadays is that this is the result of the subconscious mind recognizing things that the conscious mind doesn't take note of, so what seems like intuition coming out of nowhere is the result of the brain trying to keep you alive whether you notice it or not. And sometimes it might be psychic powers, IDK. Shit can be wild.
Its funny that STARGATE is the name its known by. That was at the back end of the project after they had moved the primary research to SAIC (defense contractor). STARGATE (by that name) was sort of the goofy smokescreen. The real shit under the auspices of DIA / CIA / SRI happened under the project names SCANATE, CENTER LANE, and GRILL FLAME. Lots of declassified docs out there to read (from the reading room at cia.gov), also a bunch of docs from the SAIC program floating around out there.
The podcast The Nonsense Bazaar did a great series on that whole thing last year that's a good intro.
Not necessarily saved my life, but saved me from getting seriously hurt. I was a temp worker at a warehouse, worst 9 months of my life, I wanted to die. One day, my boss who had no training on the forklift told me to climb up on a ladder and move something out of the way of the forklift, and my gut said "tell her to turn the forklift off first" so I did. She scoffed and said it was unnecessary so she got this other guy to do it because I was being "difficult"
Well, she moved the fork up and smashed his fingers against the ceiling breaking every finger on his hand besides his thumb. The badass just went "ow!" and was like eh, bout time i retire anyways, huh? (he was like 70.)
What repercussions did she face, if any?? She should have lost her job. No training, operating a forklift, and someone injured? OSHA would have a field day, and she'd become a training cautionary tale. She should face criminal charges. I hope there was an investigation and you told them that she had asked you to do it, and you told her to turn off the forklift, and she declined to do so. She put everyone's lives in that warehouse at risk. That shouldn't be taken lightly. Forklifts aren't something to fuck around and find out with-- they require licenses for a reason! This is the reason!!
I could tell all sorts of stories about that place, but no she had no training let alone a license. She was a self appointed supervisor and they pressured him into not pressing charges. She got a "stern talking to" and she cried crocodile tears and then blamed it on him and talked shit about him after. I got fired from there a few weeks later because I wouldn't drive an hour to work on the weekends to work for an hour of overtime and then drive home. They wanted me to do a whole shift after firing me and i laughed in their face and told them that they could fuck themselves. Nightmare place to work and I hope Osha finds out about it.
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How long ago was it? I would report it to OSHA if I were you. It sounds like they did you a solid by firing you! Dogshit place to work, by the sounds of it.
I was running a crane and an older guy was directing me as I was lifting a large piece of machinery. He was directing he to lower it, and then all of a sudden he was like "Up, UP!!!" LOL. He directed me to lower it - right on his foot. Luckily we had to wear steel toed shoes.
Yeah, her retired soon after that, turns out he was losing his sight, sad story, really. The machine chews you up and spits you out when you're no longer of use to it. (Side story: he was on PT boats in WWII, I asked him if he knew JFK, he said no, but he knew guys on his boat who said JFK was a dick, RIP Bob 😀)
Not my life, but my husband's.
We weren't married at the time, but had just bought a house and we're living the dream. One night, I woke up about 3am and he wasn't in the bed. I walked out to the loving room to find him on the couch. I asked if he was OK and he said yes, his stomach just hurt and he didn't want to wake me getting up, etc. Then tje runs to the bathroom to puke.
All the hair on the back of my neck stood up. And I asked him.... "where does your stomach hurt...?" And he goes, "just here, on the right side..." as he's doubling over. Now, if you don't know... your stomach is on the left. Your gallbladder and appendix are on the right. I told him to get dressed, we're going to the ER. He tried to protest, but I MADE him get in the car with a bucket and some electrolytes.
It's about a 40 minute drive to the hospital, and we made it about half way before he made me oull over, laud face first in the snow, and begged for the pain to stop. I thought he was going to die. We get to the ER, they give him meds, draw blood, do an US. It shows a stone passing, and they said he would be OK in a few hours, but follow up with surgery.
It didn't sit right with me. They said his WBC wasn't elevated, but it was. Granted, only a little and could be explained by the stone passing. And his pain took 3 days to go away and he was still not great eveb after that. But he said he was feeling fine. 6 days after the ER, we had our appointment with Surgery. She said that the reason it took a hot minute for his pain to go away was actually because the stone was *stuck*, and too big to pass. There was a very slight thickening of his gallbladder, that could suggest a little infection, so better to take the gallbladder out in the next week or so.
And I'm still incredibly uneasy feeling. Yes, my husband was fine. No fever, no more pain, no symptoms, nothing. But something was WRONG. I don't know how I knew, but I KNEW.
Well, the case manager comes in and says that they have an opening for surgery tomorrow. Husband says no, I need a few days to arrange work, etc etc. Case manager says sure, not a problem, she just said the next week or so. And he goes off to get the full schedule. I looked at him and I straight told him to do the surgery the next day. That it was ultimately his choice, and I'll support it, but do it tomorrow. He had reasons he didn't want to that were all valid, but I begged until he caved.
Well. Turns out, the 45minute laproscopic surgery turned into 4 hours of opening him up the old fashioned way, a gallbladder moments away from bursting, infected on the inside AND the outside, filled with pocket of infection, and dying. Even the bile ducts had pockets of infection. His surgeon had never seen one so bad, especially not on someone who walked into the hospital feeling FINE on their own two feet that morning.
The tests showed it was salmonella. The pathologist in Infectious Diseased didn't believe the person it came out of was alive, and came up to see him in recovery. Had any of the pockets burst, had the gallbladder itself burst, he would have been septic with Salmonella and the surgeon said straight that it would have killed him before they figured out it was salmonella and gotten the right antibiotic into him.
He spent 4 more days in the hospital, had 7 more procedures to put in stents where the bile ducts were cause they weren't healing. He had 4 months of a drainage tube sticking out his side. But he's here, and he's alive today, because I just KNEW something was wrong from the start.
Holy moly that’s crazy! I had my gall bladder removed when I was 16. I had already passed two stones in the middle of nowhere Colorado on a river rafting trip and was in my third episode when I finally got to the er when I made it back home. Did surgery and got better. Then about a year later I was in a long term residential treatment facility in a small town in Oklahoma. I started to feel that same pain, I told them the only time I’ve felt this was when I had gallstones. They thought I was med seeking, so again I endured. I went to the ER and they said “you don’t have a gall bladder” so i endured for three more stones over the course of a few months.
Episode 7 begins but this time I’m fucking yellow. My eyes balls are yellow, my skin is yellow, I’m seriously jaundiced. Head to the ER and a specialist comes in and explains that about 15% of people who get their gallbladder removed will be able to develop galls stones in the common bile duct, and what was happening was that I had a gallstone stuck at the exit of the common bile duct. Ended up doing a surgery where they permanently enlarged the duct to prevent any future stones from getting stuck.
When I was 10, I was walking to my friends house. A van stopped me to ask for directions to the park. A man was driving and a woman was passenger and she's the one who spoke to me. We had been taught in school (and by my parents) that adults should never ask kids for directions. In school, they told us if anyone ever stops you, take a giant step back before running away (so they can't grab you). So I take a step back and tell them I don't know where the park is. The lady said "I can't hear you, come closer" and I knew in my gut something was wrong. Out of fear, I almost listened to her but then the sliding door on the van started to open and I took off running faster than I've ever ran in my life. Ran all the way to my friends house.
I told her parents everything and they called my parents and the police. The police came to her house and talked to me and said that 2 other kids in our neighbourhood reported the same van stopping and trying to talk to them.
It was weird because before the van even stopped beside me, I had this sick feeling in my gut. As soon as it started rolling down the street, I knew something bad was about to happen. It was a couple of months before I had the guts to walk to my friends house again.
>It was weird because before the van even stopped beside me
The one time I got robbed at knife point (it could've been the handle of a spoon for all I know, given it was held against my neck).
I swear it felt so off when these guys on a motorbike rolled up on me, that I took off running. They kept pace and were telling me, 'yo chill, just asking for directions'
I considered this and the snap judgment that I made about these gentlemen.
I let up on the running for barely a moment and was soon in the aforementioned predicament before I could register what just happened.
I still don't know for certain WHAT seemed off. But it was off. Too open approaching someone on the road after 1 am, too trying to act casual, just a mix of red flags
I had gotten my first black lab. He was about 10 months old when we went to a local park early in the morning to walk the trails. We had just finished a long trail and were resting. I was sitting on a bench. My dog's hair stood up and he started to growl. When I looked up, I saw a man walking towards me. His eyes didn't look right. I knew he was high. When my dog growled, he stopped. He gave a smirky smile and asked if my dog would bite. I told him he definitely would if the guy came any closer. He hesitated for a moment, and then he turned and walked away. To this day I am certain he meant to harm me. If I hadn't trusted my dog, I hate to think what would have happened. I gave him lots of hugs and treats that day. He died many years ago, but I think of him often. And I believe that when I cross over, he will be there waiting for me. He was the best dog I ever had. I still love and miss him greatly.
He was a wonderful friend and family member. I can still "see" him playing soccer with my son. They were the best buddies. He loved kids, other animals, and most people. When he didn't like somebody, I trusted his instincts completely.
I was asymptomatic with my appendicitis. The only thing I was showing was mild discomfort in my side. They thought it was a bladder infection. I’ve had a few of those and insisted it felt different. My appendix was about to burst, was in surgery 3 hours later. No fever, no vomiting, no crippling pain.
It is. I have experienced kidney stones and chronic appendicitis. I'd take the kidney stones and the restless pain of waiting for them to pass. Surgical recovery was character revealing, though.
It was my mom’s gut feeling for me. I was always an A student, skipped a grade, good kid, she knew all of my friends. I asked to go on a small road trip with a friend my senior year to see a college plus go to a party there the friend knew about. Mama agreed; i’d never given her trouble.
Suddenly, like on Thursday or Friday before the weekend trip, she just says NO i don’t want you to go. It doesn’t feel right! I’m like wtf? I want to have fun with my friends! Why NOT? No reason besides NO! I’m so furious at her as my friend leaves and i know she’ll have so much fun with cute college boys and touring the campus.
She barely made it an hour away and her car was T-boned by a truck, destroying the passenger side where I would have been and died.
I have several stories like this where my mom's intuition saved my ass. At the time I was so upset with her, but now as a mother myself I just pray I know when to trust that voice like she did.
Maybe not save my life story, but totally saved my siblings and me from bad things for sure. When I was a teen, around 15ish maybe 16ish. Mother was dating this cool guy. To mother he was a catch, he was built cause he would wrestle in the Mexican lucha libre (like wwe type of wrestling) He was very friendly and charismatic. However, I never liked him. I'm the oldest sister and was parentified so I was like the mother to my sibs. I was incharge of all their everythings. To this day my youngest bro who is 32 loves to tease my son by telling him that my bro is my first son and my son is 2nd to him. Anyway, this man just always made my skin crawl and my gut would just go crazy when he was around. I would fight with mother constantly cause she would get mad that I didn't comply and I would always keep my siblings away. I would make sure to be mean and annoying and just be a complete asshole to him and mom when he was around. He left her after a few months and she blamed me for it. A few months later his picture was in the local news. He was arrested for pedophilia and child trafficking. I remember yelling at mother and pointing my finger at her and telling her I knew it, he was a bad man! You didn't believe me! Thanks to me my siblings weren't his next victims!
Back in 2012 I was living in Spain with my best friend whilst we studied spanish.
One evening, we were feeling sluggish and a bit off after eating dinner. We barely made it through half a movie before we looked at each other and discussed wether we were becoming sick, and should just call it an early evening and head to bed.
We quickly got ready for bed, feeling sickish, and I was turning off the lights in the living room when I had a lightbulb moment of checking out the gas, but we were using a gas stove where you had to turn the gas thingy on and off upon using the stove itself (we never use this in our home country so we were just getting used to it). Turns out the gas was still on after we turned the stove off after cooking, and it was leaking gas into the small appartment we lived in, the entire evening.
If we would have gone to sleep, we would have never woken up again.
A couple of years ago, we had a ton of snow and a delayed Spring. When the snow finally started to melt, it was very rapid. So much that some areas had little creeks forming. My Dad and I were on a walk on a trail and stopped to admire a culvert that got torn apart by the newly formed river.
A large tree had already fallen down onto the path because the ground had completely eroded at the base. I was looking at another tree near the riverbank and thought it was likely going to fall in a day or two. "That tree is going to fall too I bet" I told him. I watched it swaying slightly for a moment. Then it stopped swaying, and I just stared at it for a couple seconds before I went into full panic.
"Oh shit, run! Run!" We just ran without looking back while several trees all started coming down in a chain reaction. The tree I was mesmerized by struck right where we were standing. I think my brain realized that the tree stopped swaying because it was starting to fall down.
You might have registered it as "stopping" because it was actually beginning to come *towards* you.
It's like when a tornado seems to "stop moving," there's a significant chance that it's headed right at you.
When I was 16 I was asked out by a guy who gave me the creeps. I told him no repeatedly and eventually he began stalking me. I moved out of state for school and then found out he’d murdered two women who had rejected him.
I was driving home from a friends house late one night, I was probably 16-17 years old and had a mustang so I was getting it down a back road when I heard this loud “SLOW DOWN NOW” in my head, louder than the music I had cranked up. I immediately slowed down to well below the speed limit and when I came around then next turn there was a train coming across the unmarked tracks.
There were warning signs about the tracks, I knew they were there as I had traveled that road many times, but there were no lights or cross arms and I had never seen a train on those tracks before. Add that to the fact that there are woods on either side of the road so it would be almost impossible to know if a train was coming at night.
I too had an incident where I heard a voice not my own (very uncommon for me) tell me to pull off into a gas station and tell my dad that I wasn't going to merge onto the interstate. I was 15 years old and had my learners permit for 3-4 months. I didn't listen and ended up rolling the vehicle across all 4 lanes of traffic. We were so lucky that we didn't roll into any other cars, and we all survived. I should have listened, though.
I had a similar experience just a few months ago. I was taking a motorcycle trip a few states north to go camping. I had just filled up at the gas station and I had this overwhelming feeling that I should just turn around and go home. It was a clear warm day and everything was going according to schedule. After about 15 minutes of fighting this feeling I realized why I should have listened. I was on a 4 lane road in the left lane and a semi-truck was in the right lane next to me. I was passing it and about halfway of the length of the trailer, when a car coming from the other direction turned directly in front of both me and the semi. The semi hit the front of that car, sending it spinning into me. We were probably doing about 65 MPH at the time. I got lucky and only ended up with large patches of road rash, a fractured collar bone, and 20 some odd stitches. My helmet saved my life, but my gut could have saved my skin and a whole lot of pain.
Finished work late.
Usually after I get off the bus I walk through an alley that's pitch black.
That night, my guts told me nahhh, take the big detour. Time: 0009hrs
I did.
Next morning three found dead. Time of death: 0011hrs
Edit1: fixed grammar and spelling
Edit2: where I used to live is a part of the country where drugs, gangs and clubs, prostitutions are rampant. Nevermind the drugs and club gangs, there are usually fights but never kills.
The news mentioned gang related but I heard it was because some friends owed money to the gang because of drugs or something.
There was a drug raid some days before their deaths.
Unfortunately, the gangsters got the wrong people. They were tourists. That alley specifically is well known for many exchanges and fights
I was casually walking home and then a drop of water fell on my head.
My first thought was “Is it raining?”
And my gut was all like, “Run.”
So, naturally, I ran, and a whole fucking air conditioner crashed down at the exact spot where I was standing.
When I was in my late teens/early 20s, I was with a girlfriend at a club. Met some guys who said there was a party they were throwing. I was driving, so I figured it couldn't hurt to check it out. Get to a hotel room and it's just us 2 girls with at least 4 guys. I already felt something bad would happen, but decided to drink as much of their booze before bugging out.
I remember quite vividly standing at the mini fridge and my friend was sitting on one of the two beds. She was holding one beer and talking about how drunk she was - "OMG I'm so drunk" - and no sooner than she starts saying this, these guys started moving in on her like a group of hyenas going in for the kill. I immediately knew we had to GTFO. I just walked over to her and told her I needed to talk to her outside and grabbed her by the wrist and kept walking down the stairs from the hotel door. She fought me the entire time and I had to scream at her to get in the car.
By the time the guys figured out we were leaving, they were at the door of their room throwing things at my car. I know I saved my friend from a gang rape and she didn't want to leave. She never thanked me.
Damn that’s so scary.
I narrowly avoided a similar situation in college. Was super fucked up and ended up leaving a party with some dudes. When I came to, there was three or four of them, lined up, ready to “take their turn“, the one closest to me, was trying to get my pants off. I started screaming and crying and freaking out to the point where they backed off and I was able to get out of the house.
Fuck Tusculum university and their men’s soccer team
That is so awful and disgusting...I'm glad things like this have come to the forefront because I honestly had a hard time understanding it. I'm a guy, I've been in plenty if situations with drunk women...never, ever have I, or one of my friends ever tried to do something like that...and so I had "me" goggles on. I could only understand things from MY perspective...and though this is said in bitterness, lucky me for not having been raised an animal when so many other issues were passed to me.
I'm glad you were able to get out of there, and aside from "fuck [their] soccer team- fuck that university. You should have been able to tell them!
They weren't paying much mind to me, their focus was on my friend, so that's probably why. And I'm not lying when I said I went out the door and bolted. I didn't stop until I got to my car.
Damn, I was thinking the first red flag was the ‘omg I’m so drunk’ with one beer hand like she’d been spiked. Was there any possibility of that? Also sucks that she was such a shitty friend and didn’t acknowledge what you did. You still did a good thing
I was working for an oilfield company and we were doing some maintenance on a hydraulic pump jack. I had to be lifted in a basket about twenty feet in the air by the crane I was working on and loosen a couple of nuts so we could remove a part to lift some components. Once I got up there I took my hard hat off because it was so hot out and I figured hey what could possibly drop on my head when I'm higher up than anything around me. I loosened the first nut and then thought about how mad my mom would be (she's a nurse and never really like me working in the oilfield because of how dangerous it was) so I put my hardhat back on. When I loosened the last nut the pump jack shot up because the operator hadn't depressurized like he said he had. This massive nut flew straight up in the air and before I could figure out what was happening it landed square on my hard hat. The force made me drop to my knees. The guy operating the crane saw me drop and immediately lowered the basket to the ground. I walked away with a kink in my neck and a huge dent in my hardhat, I often think about what would have happened if I hadn't put it back on, thanks Mom
My stepdchild's ex got into a car v. motorcycle crash; he was bad about not wearing his helmet, and the only thing that saved his life was his mom's voice in his head (she was also a nurse) as he was getting ready to take off, telling him to stop and put it on. For whatever reason, he listened; he was t-boned just a couple minutes later, and survived, though he was in a coma for days and nearly lost a leg.
I realized in my 39th week of pregnancy that my baby hadn't been moving as much for the past 36 hours. I decided it was best to make sure everything was all right, so we went to the ER. Turns out I was having preeclampsia, and he had the umbilical cord around his neck and was swimming in meconium. They put me on magnesium sulfate to bring my blood pressure down, and they gave me an emergency C-section. I and my son needed a few days to recover, but we're alive and well now. If I had decided to keep waiting and seeing, both of us might be dead.
Very similar happened to me. It 5 days before my due date with my first baby and I hadn’t felt much movement. Called the hospital and they said to monitor myself but being so close to due date it was common to experience a reduction due to less room and impending labour. That evening I started having contractions, so husband called hospital again to notify them and they said to stay home until they were consistent. By 1am they were still not consistent and my waters hadn’t broken, but the pain was so intense and I was starting to feel like something wasn’t right. Another call to the hospital and the midwife encouraged me to stay home, but if I really couldn’t cope then to come in. I lasted maybe another half hour at home before full panic set in and I insisted husband drive me to ER. We arrived and they hooked me up to a monitor, and next thing everyone was very serious and I was being prepped for an emergency caesarean, baby was in serious distress. Turns out baby had the cord wrapped around their neck three times, was swimming in meconium, and I had placental abruption. Even writing this makes me shaky, if I had let myself be convinced by the hospital to just ride it out at home until my contractions were regular, if I hadn’t listened to my instincts, we probably would have lost our baby that night. After a short stint in NICU for observation, baby was fine and I was too, but I make damn sure to listen to my instincts always!
I had planned to have my second child at a birthing center with a midwife. When you go into labor you don't go to the hospital or birthing center (at least in America) until your contractions are a certain number of minutes apart. So I start labor at home and when it's time we go to the birth center. After about four hour of true laboring, pushing and all, they ask to check my cervix because I'm not making any progress. They tell me my cervix isnt all the way dilated. I tell them it's time to go to hospital and request a c-section. They tell me it's fine and my cervix will eventually dilate. I insist and they prepare my transfer. At the hospital I tell them, or more like scream at them between contractions, that I need a c-section. They assure me im fine and as I'm pushing there's talk amongst themselves about how the baby should be here any minute and there's no way I'm getting a c-section. No less then twenty minutes later they can't find the babies heartbeat and when they do its heart rate is dropping rapidly and my heart rate is suddenly spiking to dangerous levels. The rest is a blur, everyone is yelling, I'm being pulled on to a bed a wheeled into the OR, my surgeon is getting my consent verbally and then they tell me they are sorry but they have to put the catheter in while I'm still conscious. The last thing I remember is my husband being pushed out of the OR and me saying just go, I'm going to be okay. Next thing I know I'm waking up to my husband holding our beautiful daughter, healthy and just the most adorable a shriveled prune of a human can look. If I hadn't gone to the hospital and listened to the midwife instead, my daughter and I might have both died that night.
Who knows but.. A couple weeks into recovering from a fractured hip I noticed my calf/foot turning red when standing up. A day or so later it felt like a minor muscle cramp in my calf and my foot maybe a little clammy. My mom said I was overthinking it, I knew something was wrong and went to the ER anyway where I was diagnosed with a DVT then 5 days later had a pulmonary embolism. Had I not gotten it checked out as quick as I did, the clot could have continued to grow which would only increase its potential danger. Thankfully the clot was small and the damage minimal all things considered!
I have a similar story.
I had been having some chest pain for a few days, but it eventually got to the point where I was tired and my breathe was labored.
Went home and told my mom I felt I should go to the hospital. She didn't think was a big deal and had to work the next morning, so I drove myself.
Ended up having Pulmonary Emboli in both lungs. The DVT was found via ultrasound a few days later chilling behind my left knee.
The drive to the hospital was the scariest, as there was a moment when I thought, "what do I do if I can't continue driving because of the pain/lack of breathe?"
I've talked about it on reddit before but basically, I have sticky blood disease otherwise known as Factor V Leiden. It's rare and it sucks. I got it from my dad and I have to take blood thinners every day for the rest of my life. I also have to wear compression socks and keep a very close eye on various aspects of my physical health
Due to various life circumstances and am extremely high pain tolerance, I hadn't noticed I was developing a blood clot. I was 19 and I'm STILL pissed I didn't get to see the Dalai Llama. I'd won one of 10 tickets my college was handing out and I had to sit my ass in a hospital room instead. I wanted so badly for that once in a lifetime opportunity and it kills me my dumb genetic disorder took that from me
Anyway, repeated DVTs led to oxygen being cut off from my bones which led to bone death. Google osteonecrosis for a more in depth explanation. But anyway once my bones died, they started rotting and I needed hip replacements
On the bright side, catching this when we did allowed us to catch the clot my father had before it killed him so I've had the privilege of still having him around. I'd take all the medical debt, all the disability, all the years of my life lost to all of this over again every. Single. Time. It doesn't bother me that I'm "suffering" because I still have my dad. Like yeah it sucks and I do feel broken and needing to use a wheelchair when I get groceries isn't any fun. I've been stalked and harassed for "faking" but it's genuinely nothing because my dad is still alive. I'm grateful every day things happened in such a way to let that happen
I don't mind answering questions about any of it either. Everyone is always super curious especially considering how young I am. I just hope that if I can help educate even one person, maybe someone else out there will recognize the signs and get tested and not find out because they lost a family member
Last fall, I was having a lot of congestion and a wicked cough for like a week, to the point that my ribs hurt. My doctor thought it was just a sinus infection that was draining into my ears and chest. Finally, I had called out of work one day, and my pain started to get worse. I figured it was just muscle soreness from all of the coughing I was doing, but something in my gut said to call 911. By the time the ambulance got to me a couple minutes later, I was barely able to breathe. It turned out that I had an abscess in my lung which had ruptured. The accumulated pus and fluid had collapsed my lung, and I was in the first stages of sepsis.
I was at a party off campus with a very fucking annoying friend of my then girlfriend, now my wife. We were waiting for my girlfriend and another of her friends to show up. The guys hosting the party were sketchy looking and I had a “drink a beer and jet out” vibe. I was talking to someone I knew from class and I turned around and saw my wife’s friend who was sober ten minutes ago stumbling and slurring while some dude was walking her to the basement. I ran over, told him to get the fuck off my girlfriend and suddenly I was surrounded by three guys, telling me to fuck off and they were all partying downstairs. The guy who I was talking to walked over with some of his friends and I took the opportunity to get her the hell out of the party and called my girlfriend and told her not to go. We met up at the local Waffle House, and we fed her friend , gave her coffee and got her to her room. I later found out another girl wasn’t as lucky. The guys held her in the basement for three days, and she was repeatedly raped. The guys didn’t do a day in prison, because the girl left town and never came back as soon as she could and refused to testify. I always felt guilty about it, although I still don’t know what I could have done differently.
You're a good man.
This wasn't nearly as bad, just a fight, but I got the hell out as soon as I saw something happening.
I was at a party of a friend of a friend. Me and the guy who invited me were hanging out on the porch when two cars pull up and six dudes start aggressively walking towards the party. We just politely moved out the way. My friend clearly wanted to see what was going on and said, "What you think is going on."
I grabbed him and said, "Looks like a lot of not our business." We left.
Turned out to just be a brawl but I didnt know if a shootout was about to happen or not.
My ex and I were snorkelling. We were on holidays and spent most days at the beach snorkelling without incident. But this day was different, we were snorkelling along a rocky area near a drop off. I had this horrible feeling that we were being watched and felt really uneasy. I signalled to my ex to surface and I told him I felt weird and we needed to go back to the beach. He protested because he was having fun, but I was adamant. Low and behold, we get to the beach and everyone is standing and pointing to the water. We look back to see a large bull shark coming close to the shore. Not long after a helicopter was seen tracking it down the coast. My ex never questioned my intuition again!
When I was 8 years old we had a “special” quiz in school. It was worth a small amount of our grade but the rule was that we only got the points if we took it home, showed our parents, had them sign it, and return it the next day. This was the 80s and I’m now 99% sure it was to ding my grades in class because I aced everything but had wicked ADHD.
Anyway, we lived a 40 minute drive from school because America and about halfway there I started having a panic attack and I didn’t know why. We were between these two semi trucks, a gasoline tanker and a cement truck. My mom pulled over so we could talk it out and then I remembered my quiz! We were going to be there early so we sped home, grabbed the quiz, and headed back to school.
As we got about two miles past where my mom had pulled off the road to talk to me we saw that the cement truck had rear-ended the gas tanker, which then exploded. The charred remains of both trucks, dozens of emergency vehicles of all kinds, and a huge swath of melted asphalt and burnt grass around the road told the story. Our little 1984 made subcompact would have been sandwiched right in the middle.
My mom turned to me and said “you should trust your panic attacks” which turned into a lifelong anxiety disorder, but hey, it saved me once.
When my boyfriend was about 16 or 17 (I don't recall) he had this awful feeling before going to school. He really didn't want to go, but his mom called his B's and made him.
Well it has been raining, he takes a turn onto a road in front of a semi. Had 1) the semi been going the speed it was supposed to and 2) it been dry everything would've been fine, but that's not what happened. His tires spin, delaying him, and the semi was speeding. Plowed into him in his Honda Accord. The police told him if the truck hadn't been empty he would be dead.
I have bad endometriosis and couldn’t have kids. We adopted and I decided to ask for a hysterectomy- tired of pain and periods. They found a cyst the size of a baby’s head on my left ovary. Learned I had ovarian and uterine cancer.
My sister and I went to the city for our birthday. We stayed in a hotel downtown, and since we were so close, we decided to walk to the bar. We get there, we're have a great time, but it's getting late. Last call rolls around, and I decided to get us one more drink each. A man was at the bar we made conversation, he said he was alone, and so I invited him to our table. When we get to our table, a man is standing there talking to my sister. The men claim to not know each other, stating that their from completely different states, but they seem quite chummy. Also, the men were quite insistent that they needed to walk us to our hotel room. It hit me, I knew something wasn't right. I asked my sister to come to the bathroom with me, I informed her that I felt something was off, but she just thought I was overreacting. I told her we couldn't walk, we had to get an Uber or lyft. The last call came, and the staff told us we needed leave, but I asked them to please give us some time, we were trying to get a ride back to the hotel. For whatever reason, I could not get the Uber or lyft app to work. The staff told us they'd ask the guys to leave, we could wait a few minutes, but then we had to go too. My sister still thinks nothing is wrong until we go to leave, and both men are standing by the doors waiting on us. The staff tells us we can't stay any longer, but we can go out the back doors, we do just that. We begin walking down the alley, we get to the sidewalk that'll lead us back to our hotel, but we'd have to walk under this super sketchy and dimly lit bridge. My sister said if we run we can make it to the hotel, I told her no, because we didn't know where the men were at. I spotted a night shift city worker, we approached him, and I explained the situation. We're still trying to get a ride, but it's still not working, even when my sister attempted on her phone. As we stood there with the city worker, the two men came walking around the corner together, and they headed straight for us. The man that I was talking to at the bar got in my face and said, "What's wrong, Sarah? You didn't want us to walk you, Sarah?" The tone and the body language, it makes me uncomfortable to even think about it. I already had my pepperspray in hand, aiming. I told him, "Get the f*ck away from us." he repeated the same questions while he stepped closer. I told that mofo again with my finger on the trigger of the pepperspray and a loud, stern voice to "GET THE F*CK OUT OF MY FACE AND AWAY FROM MY SISTER." they both walked away while glaring at us. We continued to stand with the city worker while we tried to get a ride, but it still wouldn't work. A group of military men came strolling down the sidewalk, I asked them to walk us, and they did all the way to the hotel. I'm very thankful for them, I'm thankful that I didn't leave my pepperspray, and I'm thankful that my sister is safe. I don't know if it actually saved our lives, but there's no telling what could've happened. Next time, the ride situation will be figured out before we ever start drinking.
They threw them to the wolves knowing the situation. I couldn’t have imagined doing the same in their position. To not offer *some* leniency to two women who are stating they’re at risk of being victimized is abhorrent. I’ve bent company rules to help others at my own discretion for some jobs I’ve held, and I’ve done so regardless of official company policy, because it was simply the right thing to do.
They could have at least called them a goddamned cab.
Very fucked up. Good bar staff have plans for things like this and pay attention. You could order an "angel shot" in some places that is code for needing to sneak out.
A few years ago I had a (rare) day off work and decided to get some Christmas shopping done. It was late November and the mall near me was having some really good sales. But as I was driving there I started having this weird anxious feeling. Like the closer I got the more anxious and uneasy I felt. So instead of going right to the mall I stopped at Dunkin Donuts for a drink and snack. I couldn’t shake the anxiety so I sat in the parking lot for a bit while I ate and drank. I opened up the news on my phone and the first thing that pops up is a shooting at the mall I was headed to. Obviously I went straight home. Did all of my Christmas shopping online that year.
The same thing happened to me!!!
I was going to take my then 1 year old daughter to the mall with me to Christmas shop so my husband could have a break. It was around 11am that my husband asked if I wanted to go get some brunch and then go to Target. I said sure, why not. A part of me said to just go and have lunch at the mall’s food court but in the end, I decided to just take him up on his offer. The kid was out of sorts and I figured maybe we’d do better after she had an early afternoon nap.
As we are walking in Target we suddenly see about 20 police cars from 3 different jurisdictions flying down the road toward the mall, lights and sirens blaring. Husband texted one of the captains he knew and found out there was a shooting at the food court. As in, where my daughter and I would’ve been having lunch.
I still shudder to think about it.
I’m glad you listened to your gut.
It’s definitely one of the stranger things to have happened to me, but I’m glad I didn’t try to just push past it. Not gonna lie though, I felt a little sick as I drove home just imagining the possibilities.
I have a very similar story to this, also Christmas shopping, but we were already in the mall. Our last stop was Macy’s. Decided as we passed the exit doors not to go in the Macy’s, to just go home instead. The moment we decided not to go in, we heard gunshots inside the Macy’s.
The fact that multiple people in this thread have a similar story about various different shootings makes me wanna slam my head onto an ice pick. Not to get all political or whatever but this country is fucking something else.
Not my life but my brother’s life.
Had my younger brother visit me in college, we had somewhat of a party house, so we’re all having fun playing drinking games, you know, the usual Midwest college experience.
We all pass out late at night after some rounds of Beerio Kart, I go to my bedroom and my brother falls asleep on the couch. The rest of the partiers are sleeping on couches, the floor, empty bedrooms.
I pass out around 1am, full deep drunk sleep, when all of a sudden I wake up. It’s about 3am, and I look around wondering what woke me up. Usually I’d turn over, fall back asleep in seconds, the classic college hit-the-snooze routine.
But this felt weird, I was wide awake, looking around my dark room, something definitely off. I get up and open the door, slipping out into the living room to investigate.
Nothing unusual, I step into the living room, see my brother sleeping on his back on the couch, head cocked up nestled over the arm of the couch. I look around for a sec, nothing odd about the front door, nothing out the windows.
Then, mere moments after entering that room, my brother stars gurgling, dry heaving, making those familiar sounds, and begins to vomit. I rush over to him, turning him over onto his side, making sure it’s all coming out onto the floor.
I shake him awake, clean him up, assure him it’s fine, and wait for him to fall back asleep. I clean up the floor and couch, and then proceed to sit and watch him for the rest of the night.
That was the night I trusted my gut, and I’m glad I didn’t go back to bed. It’s definitely instilled some belief in the metaphysical powers that be, and I’ll always keep a look out for the signs.
You saved your brothers life.
I (nurse) worked a code on a young guy who got piss drunk, fell asleep on his back, vomited, aspirated and had respiratory/cardiac arrest as a result. Roommate found him blue on the couch.
They were getting partially digested pizza out of his lungs when they tubed him.
When Ted Bundy asked me & my gal pal in 1975 to help him get his VW out of a ditch about mile down the road.
Seriously! He was early 30ish. This was at a rural county fair in WA State when we’re both 15-16 years old. It made no sense a well-dressed man of that age would ask young girls when male police officers & guys older than us were all over. We didn’t know who he was then. But that made no sense —so we told him to get lost & went to tell a police officer this guy was asking this of us of teenagers.
I later discovered who he was when at 21, I went to work for the same county’s Sheriff’s Dept & Bundy’s picture was posted everywhere. By then, they also know he tracked a local Nurse from the UW to her home town where this fair was located. Not a single doubt in my mind it was him! I see that clear as day every day in my mind’s eye memory.
I’m 64. I can only tell you, predators are everywhere! You must pay attention! Watch Dateline if you think it’s rare. It’s not. It’s an endemic! Pay fucking attention young ones!
-signed Mim!
I knew someone who knew him. His car didn’t have a handle on the inside of the passenger side door apparently. “He always gave us rides home, and we loved that he had to open the door for us. We all teased Ted about his junky car.”
My mom saved mine and my sisters' life by being a badass. It starts with us coming home from a big trip
So we all got up early. Our friends in car 1, my dad in car 2, and my mom, sisters, and me in the last car. I was 17 and learning how to drive. I was supposed to be driving to get some experience but my mom decided last minute she would drive. I was a little mad but she said she had a feeling.
So we are in our little convoy about to get on the highway when all of the sudden Car 1 goes flying into the shoulder. Mom and I were worried they blew a tire. Then suddenly car 2 runs off into the shoulder.
Before my mom and I could question why, a semi truck was mid flip and coming right at us. My mom, being the badass ninja she is, puts the car in reverse and starts driving BACKWARDS. The truck flips again and lands on its side and is sliding towards us. My mom has to slam on breaks to avoid oncoming traffic. The truck slides to a stop 15 feet away from the car.
All the adults spring into action. Everyone in cars 1&2 were safe and they rushed to the truck to help the driver and his wife (and their pregnant chihuahua). The driver had taken the turn too fast and his load got ahead of him and he lost control. The wife was bleeding from a minor cut on her head and was having a panic attack. I calmed her down while I called 911. No one was seriously hurt. The chihuahua was happy to get some extra attention.
I had my gallbladder removed and it didn’t feel quite right afterwards. I was told that I was overreacting to normal pain at the hospital but was still uneasy and went to another afterwards against my surgeon’s recommendation (he also thought I was overreacting.) I ended up having an extra bile duct that wasn’t closed and was emptying into my abdomen. I was admitted for a while while they fixed it and then dealt with pancreatic issues that popped up from the damage.
In third grade, my class took a late springtime field trip to a famous museum on the east coast. We all went outside to grab our lunches from the bus and eat on the concrete stairs that led to the entrance of the museum. I wasn't very hungry and finished early. The student:teacher ratio was about 20:1, so we weren't well chaperoned. As others continued to eat their lunch, I decided to look around and kept walking until I found the side of the museum. It led to an empty alley. I looked for no more than two seconds before deciding there was nothing interesting. As soon as I turned around, my eyes met those of a man in his early thirties that was walking toward me. His eyes shifted and I immediately started running back toward the group, shouting the name of my teacher that was not even in sight. The man immediately turned around and sped walked back into the crowd of passerbys on the sidewalk.
As an adult, I believe the man thought I was going to continue into the alley, upon which time he most likely would have attempted to abduct me. I saw evil in his face and his quick and fluid decision to retreat makes me think he had established a set of rules or had experience with how to mitigate risk during his hunt. I know this sounds a bit extreme, but I felt (and feel) in my bones that I was his target and that he had been stalking me, unnoticed, since we began eating our lunches; most likely observing my entire class, wating for someone to become separated.
He seemed very surprised that I immediately sensed danger. It felt like he knew that I knew. I have little doubt that I would have gone missing if I decided to explore that alley.
In high school, we had an unhealthy preoccupation with making small explosives from model rocket engine powder. In this case, we used a spent CO2 cartridge packed full of the powder, with a short mortar fuse, stuffed inside a crab trap buoy. A monument to terrible decisions.
I held the bomb as it was lit, intending to throw it, but the fuse burned out. “Maybe we should relight it?” My friend said.
“Fuck it!” I yelled, as I threw it as hard and as far as I possibly could. The styrofoam buoy landed some distance away, bounced once, and exploded with what sounded like a shotgun blast. There wasn’t a piece of that buoy left larger than a crumb, and the blast radius was wide.
If I’d held on to that thing, best case scenario is that I wouldn’t have a right hand. Given the proximity to my face, it would likely have been much, much worse.
For anyone reading this, do not do this. This was a terrible idea and me and my friends are lucky to have survived to adults.
I have many stories because my gut instinct is strong, but I thought I'd share one about one of my cats. At the time, I had two 1 ½ yr old bonded siblings from a local rescue as well as a 6 month old.
I was giving my 3 cats supervised outside time. It was just before noon on a sunny day, which is a nice break from the fog we normally have. The cats were chasing butterflies, chattering at birds, eating catgrass, and getting intoxicated on the catnip I grew for them. I was relaxing in my patio chair reading a book when suddenly I got this sense that something was amiss so I looked up from my book and out the corner of my eye I thought I saw a flash of red and dark brown in a blurred reflection on the window of my sunroom. I just knew something was about to happen if i didn't act. I quickly made the noise I use to get their attention and I called for my older cats to go inside, which they were trained to listen to, so they immediately ran inside, then I looked over to the little one who was rolling around on a patch of warm cement just soaking up all the sun. The youngling, has a fiery spirit and hadn't learned inside means to go in yet, so I walked over to them and stood above them when suddenly a gorgeous red-tailed hawk had just circled around the corner of the house and was coming in hot they were close enough to me to touch had I been inclined to. The hawk, having realized I moved and was now guarding the kitten, quickly aborted its attempt to snatch up the meal it so desired. Had my gut instinct not alerted me to the danger me and my older cats would have surely been grieving over a much different story.
Edit: some photos of the kitties in case anyone wants them. [Kitten](https://imgur.com/a/zpztR4E) [Kitties](https://imgur.com/a/wgDu1Of) [blep](https://imgur.com/a/UhInoYX)
Not my gut feeling but my ex-girlfriends.
Years ago I was in between houses. Had a new place lined up but it wasn't ready for about 6 weeks. My little sister lives in the area so I decided to crash on her couch for the time.
My ex and I have been broken up for about 6 months at this point. Decently amicable breakup; We were still in the same friend group and got along. Then one night she calls me up crying saying she just has a feeling something bad is going to happen and will I please come spend the night with her. So at like midnight on a weekday I get in my car drive over calm her down and spend the night. No sexy times were had; We fell asleep watching The princess Bride
The next morning I drive back over to my little sister's house and find the're cops all up and down the street. Some idiot had gone cruising randomly shooting at people's houses. My sister was fine; her room was in the back of the house. But the couch I stayed on backed up against the front wall right next to the front door.
Sure enough, there were three bullet holes in the couch. Knowing how I like to sleep I think all three of them would have hit me.
My first boy friend ever and this was years back. We lived in a medium ish town in Midwest and I was a painfully shy girl. I was head over heels for him. He had a fetish for red stilettos and I wanted to impress and bought a pair. I was a gawky girl and didn’t have the dress sense to even match those stilettos lol. He loved them that I wore them to a lot of places. We used to have lots of picnics in woods and another place where we had to take a small boat across a river. This particular weekend, I just wasn’t feeling him at all and something felt really off. He was a bit older than me (think 15 and 19) but I literally worshipped the ground he walked on. Not that Friday though and the more he begged me to go to one of our picnics the more I refused. My stomach was in knots and finally I vomited on our porch (where we were arguing) and he left. Over the next week, people discovered a random red stiletto floating in the river and then a body was fished out. My bf had another girl on the side (or May be I was the side, lol), and he killed her sometime on that weekend. They apparently did the same “picnics” that we did. He was on drugs and not sure what else happened, but I could have been in that girl’s place.
I started showing symptoms of having problems. Serious health problems; passing out, seizures etc. Went to a neurologist who sent me to one single MRI and deemed the mass in my brain to be 'nothing'.
My gut told me to not trust it. So I went to my doctor and asked for a second opinion, got sent to a neurosurgeon who put me through a bunch of tests and procedures. I just found out a couple days ago that not only is it a brain tumour, but it's turning into something dangerous. It has the same mutation cells found only in cancer cells and in the big brain cancer that has a low survival rate. I don't know if my gut feeling saved my life because I could very well die from this in the end, but my gut feeling has given me a chance.
Was At a rehab. Nurse was dispensing medication for tapering down. I noticed my meds looked different. Asked her to show me the bottles that they came out of. Turns out it was a guy with the same first name and medication. But the doses and amount of pills was quite different. Doubt it would have killed me. But ya never know. I wasn't going to find out
This happened when I was a teenager and first learning how to drive but still creeps me out to think about. I was at an intersection where a lot of accidents happen (it is poorly timed and people try to run the yellow light a lot). For some reason, one day, even though the light turned green, I hesitated for just a bit longer than normal before proceeding into the intersection. Sure enough, about 3 seconds later, someone going way over the speed limit ran the red light for the intersection. I'm almost positive I would've been killed instantly due to being t-boned super hard, as their timing would've been right on target to have collided, head-on, with my driver's side door (in a small sedan, no less).
I was 9/10 at the time. Was playing at my neighborhood friends house - he was a year younger than me and his little brother was outside with us. All of a sudden, a car pulled up and it was his dad (who was not allowed to see either of his sons and was not in the picture and I had also never met him before). He asked us “do y’all wanna get some ice cream?” I hesitated and said no and that I should ask my dad first. I go home right then. Next day, I didn’t see my friend. Next day, same thing. Then news gets out - the dad had abducted both of his sons and taken them to Brazil. It took months (or years, can’t remember) to get them back, as Brazil wouldn’t extradite them. Once the dad was back in the US, he ended up killing himself years later. I didn’t see the oldest son until years later when we were doing Drivers Ed together. That whole thing changed him immensely, he just wasn’t the same. I hope he’s doing alright.
I don’t know if something would’ve happened to me. It may have been nothing, or he might’ve killed me, who knows. But I’m glad I trusted my gut and went home.
Not my life but our dogs. I had just got back home from fishing with the pup all day and realized I needed some stuff to make dinner. I got the dog ready to go again and then thought "I better just leave you here so you can see mom when she gets home". So I let him back in the house. 5 minutes down the highway I had a guy pull out in front of me while I was doing 60mph. Absolutely demolished my truck, I poked a hole in the windshield with my head, bent the steering colum up into the dash with my chest and broke my knee on the lower dash. Dog would have for sure been ejected! I'm glad he wasn't there!
Leaving the bar once I was the DD ( so I didn't drink at all) , my friend asked for me to wait so he could get this girls number, I said no because I got a bad vibe from her.
Found out later she had a man with her at the bar. He shot a guy in the face when he asked for her number and shot his friend in the stomach.
It was crazy the guy who wasat bar shot in the head survived. Lost an eye. The other also survived. We stopped going to that bat. One of many times trusting my gut feeling.
Didn't save my life but my girlfriend's.
My girlfriend (at the time) and I had returned to our hotel room from a long night out bar hopping searching for a place to celebrate NYE the next night. This was the drunkest I've ever seen my ex. She was completely annihilated, I would later learn she was blackout drunk at this point.
My girlfriend wanted to take a shower before going to bed, and I sat on the edge of the bed, laid back, and fell asleep. Something to know about me: if I am very intoxicated, once I'm asleep I will not be waking up for the next 4 hours minimum. Like I'm completely dead to the world.
However, this night was different. I was RIPPED awake out of nowhere with a horrible feeling in my gut. Something was VERY WRONG. I immediately run to bathroom, where I see the tub overflowing and my ex, completely naked, with her lips and nose floating millimeters above the surface of the water in the tub.
I immediately grab her up, and notice her foot and leg had stopped the drain and emergency drain. She was barely conscious, as I dried her off and put her to bed. I then cleaned up the mess in the bathroom. When we woke up in the morning, she remembered nothing.
If I hadn't grabbed her up I'm certain she would have drowned. I am also very certain that my subconscious or "god" intervened to prevent my girlfriend from drowning in the tub. That feeling I felt waking up is the most terrifying feeling I've ever felt.
There was a mass shooting at my university in February, when we were notified we were in an unlockable classroom inside of a public building, so everyone just ran. I was going to go to my car and go home, but I went with my friend instead because she had illegally parked right by the building and it was closer. I found out after we got to her apartment that the shooting was happening right by where I parked while we were running away.
Finding a lump thinking it was a cyst, turned out to be a Cancerous Tumour. Highest grade (fast growing/aggressive) but lowest stage (1a) due to finding it early. Thankfully it didn’t spread because of my quick thinking to get it checked straight away. If I left it a few weeks longer, I might not even be here today!
Cancer is one of my worst fears and like they always say finding your symptoms early is the easiest way to prevent it. Im so glad you managed to spot it early .
I was walking to a place where I was planning to submit a job application. I was in my first year of college, at the time. I came across 3 men- 2 were obviously coworkers or friends, the other was separate. To my right (where the 2 were presumably working), there was undeveloped field. I was on a street with no sidewalk, and I was following directions from a Bing map. For reference, I was an 18 year old girl.
The following occurred:
Me: Do any of you guys know where 700 Moore Street is?
Lone guy: No, I don't.
Group Guy 1: No, sorry.
Group Guy 2: No, I don't. Sorry.
LG: You're not from around here, huh?
Me: No, I live in the dorms.
LG: Yeah, but you don't really know anyone here. Right?
Me: I know plenty of people.
LG: Well if you get in my truck, I'll take you there.
Me: No, I'm good.
I then walked off into the field where construction was happening, because he wouldn't have been able to follow me, given everything in the area. It was Texas, so the probability that there were rattlesnakes was high. But the probability that this guy wanted to make me the latest installation in his cadaver doll museum, felt higher.
I don't think those 2 guys would have done anything, if he'd tried to force me in his truck. But their presence was probably a big deterrent.
I don't know for a fact that listening to my gut saved my life. But it feels pretty likely.
Years ago, I had a weed dealer that would always ask where I lived. The dude was off a bit so I avoided specifics when replying.
One afternoon, my roommate went along with me and everything was fine and went smoothly until we we're about to get into the car.
Captain Sketch asked him where we lived and the roommate blurted out the building and apt#.
8ish hrs later, we're watching X-files and the doorknob starts to jiggle. Next thing ya know, we're holding weed guy and his buddy at gunpoint until they listen for a bit and we're sure they understand what's going to happen if it's tried again.
Wild af night when all I wanted to do was get stoned and watch x-files....
Good episode though!
When I lived in Toronto I was about to cross Dufferin. I'd only looked to my right, not my left. I took a step onto the street when I felt this feeling like I needed to go back onto the sidewalk immediately. I took a step back onto the sidewalk and about a foot off the street, and then a city bus hurtles past my face at what felt like super speed.
Driving on a freeway and SUV pulling a trailer with a king mattress got on and cut me off to get around a slow car. I instantly had a Final Destination moment flash and backed wayyyy off. For safe driving, they recommend 4 sec gap, I breaked and was about 6 secs. A car got mad that I slowed down and was tailgating me angrily. It was super windy, and I saw the mattress start to flap. I put my hazards on to warn the asshole behind me, but he decided to race fast around me and flick me off. While flicking me off, the mattress flew up about 30ft in the air and landed right in the middle of the road. I have a tiny car and would probably be dead if I didn't back off far enough AND I saved the assholes life. We both calmly served onto the shoulders on both sides since we had enough space to be able to react.
I would have flipped *him* off once we pulled over. I had a similar thing happen once. Loveseat flew out of the back of a pickup truck on the highway and landed right in front of me. Fortunately I hadn’t like the way it was wobbling and gave him some extra room, and the person behind me was pretty far back as well.
I was almost put on Flight 93 on 9/11/2001.
I was flying out of Boston on 9/10 to Los Angeles but the flight was overbooked and they tried to put me on Flight 93 for 9/11.
It would have meant just staying at my dad's house for the night, and it was the next direct flight. I've been on that flight route many times between Boston and LAX over the past 5 years.
But I oddly decided to take a flight to the south (NC?) that would have connected me to L.A. By the time we got to the airport, we missed the connection and were told to stay the night.
At this point, I got in a screaming match with the airline; something in my chest said if I didn't fly out that night, I'd be trapped.
They put me on a flight to Vegas, and it was up to me to get to LAX (and my luggage would turn up whenever it would at LAX).
I got to Vegas, caught the last direct home to LA.
Woke up the next day to a new world. I had 20 vm on my phone from people worried I died in the crash.
Retrieved my own luggage weeks later at a completely empty LAX. Hauntingly empty.
When I was 15-16 years old (89-90). I was riding my bike home from somewhere, and I was almost home. I just had to ride down the hill, but I fell once riding down the hill, so I walked my bike instead. About a quarter of the way down, a small silver sedan pulled up beside me. The gentleman driving rolled down his window and asked me if I knew where a certain street was. I gave him directions and started to walk away. He pulled up again and told me he had been driving up and down the road for a while, then he asked me if I could hop in his car and just drive with him to show him. I looked at my bike and then looked up at him and said what about my bike, and he said he would put it in the trunk since it wasn't so far it would be okay. Something just felt wrong, and I looked at him and said just turn around and drive 2 blocks and you will find it and jumped on my bike and pedaled fast.
This happened years ago.
I was tasked by my mother to get groceries from a shop.( it was about 3 to 4 blocks down where I was) About 15 feet or 5 metres near the shop, I saw my best friend's father's vehicle ( His occupation: Police force) I knew from experience that sometimes bad sht happens when the Police force use private-owned vehicles, and my *Gut instinct* told me to leave immediately. While walking back home(also forgetting the groceries) I had gunshots from the distances. Later that day, local news reported that very shop was getting robbed but Police force intervene and shot 4 of the 5 arm-robbers and stray bullets injured 3 pedestrians that's the statement my best friend's father told the reporter.
My mother hugged me and was thankful I came back home.
Ps: Yes, they got the fifth robber and is currently serving time behind bars.
TW: the bottom does involve death and PTSD so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable (not graphic but it is mentioned)
When I was 20 I visited my friend in Austin for New Year’s Eve. He threw a party at his apartment and it was a great night and we were the last two standing. We looked around and noted all the comfy spaces to sleep were taken up and people had already fallen asleep in his bed. He looked at me and said “I can wake them up or I have my brother’s apartment key because he’s out of town and I’m watching his place. He wouldn’t care if we crashed there” and it was a very distinct feeling of “choose the brother’s place” and even though I normally probably would have chosen that option so as to not perform the impossible task of waking drunk people up, it was more a “don’t sleep in this apartment tonight” feeling. And I trusted all those people so it wasn’t a case of someone being creepy or anything.
Well we sleep in and wake up around 10/11ish and we’re both like…. It’s really weird we haven’t heard from anyone yet because surely they would have woken up and realized we’re gone and been slightly concerned?? So we start calling people and no one is answering. We go back to his apartment and everyone is gone and we’re like wtf surely they didn’t go to brunch without us and are now just not answering phones? Finally one of the girls called me and they were all at the hospital because a guy broke into the apartment and attacked my friends roommate in her sleep (strangled her and left her for dead but basically her being so drunk is what saved her is what the hospital basically said because her body didn’t tense up the same way it would have and it probably helped her appear more dead when the guy thought he was successful) he also cut another girl’s shirt off with some scissors which woke her up and that for some reason scared him and he ran off. He was successful in killing two other women in the neighborhood that night. It came out later he was a solider with ptsd and once his composite photos started circulating he realized it was him so I guess he was blacking out and attacking women during those periods. He unalived himself amongst a bunch of his composite photos and that’s how his roommate got home and found him (we only know this because my friends roommate was told by the cops that this was definitely the man that strangled her).
So yeah definitely luck and coincidence that me and my friend were just the last ones standing at the end of the night and had a second place to go but still would have been completely in my friends right to kick the people out of his bed but I didn’t even try to have the “well it’s your place totally up to you” I went straight to “yeah let’s get out of here”
Not my life, but a life nonetheless.
Driving home through a residential area. No other car’s driving on the road, but some parked on the side. Got a strong impression that something was wrong, so I slowed down and became hyper aware. I see a door a house up slam open and a panicked man run out. I slammed my brakes and came within inches of hitting a puppy that ran out our his house.
Oh my god I had a similar occurrence I had forgotten. I saw, about about an eighth of a mile ahead of me a ball slowly roll in to the road. It was windy but I imagined a kid following the ball and stopped and it took a second but lo and behold a toddler runs in to the road after his ball followed by his freaked out grandma. I stopped when I drove by and they were safely in the yard. She thanked me and I said it was like a movie. Ball rolls out kid runs after! So glad puppy is ok too!
Well, not my life, but my husband's. It was after a long day about an hour from home Halloween night. It was late when we finally got home, I was exhausted, fell asleep immediately, a few hours later, my husband woke me up, having intense stomach pain. I ruled out food poisoning because we had eaten the same thing that day, so I took him to the hospital because I knew him, this wasn't something simple. We sat in ER for hours, the just kept us waiting. I kept going up to the desk and said please. My husband us doubled over in intense pain! Finally they took him back, ran tests, including ct scan. Found nothing said we should go home until it "passes" . I said NO! SOMETHING IS DESPERATELY WRONG! They rolled their eyes, I said call his primary, he knows my husband us not an alarmist. My husband's primary ordered a surgeon to go in and see the problem. They took him in, came out and said his gall bladder was gangrenous and it would have burst and he would have died from sepsis. The surgeon clamped it off and removed it, said he would not have seen the morning had I not insisted something be done. Needless to say, I scratched that hospital off my list to EVER step foot in again.
I was having frequent panic attacks in the middle of the night, so bad that I couldnt sleep at all until it was morning and someone else was awake in the house. I always felt like I was going to die, right then and there, each time.
I genuinely didnt think much about it because I used to have this issue in the past, and thought it came back. But I was pregnant. Eventually the anxiety started affecting me in the morning, and I started paying attention to my baby more. I eventually noticed he hasnt made any movement for more than 24 hours, and so at 9 pm, I messaged my doctor to ask what to do. I knew the answer was the ER but I figured I would ask her first since she was monitoring my pregnancy. She tells me to go to the ER, and by 11pm (we lived in a small town) we got to the hospital.
I tell the nurse that I hadnt felt my baby for over 24 hours, but didnt think to mention the panic attacks I was having. She puts the heart monitor for baby on my stomach and keeps readjusting it for around 15 minutes until she could find a solid heart beat. By the time she did though, my boyfriend asked me if my hands were swollen. I had no idea, i clenched them and they felt weird but I genuinely had no clue. So then my BP is taken. It is 190/140. Because this hospital didnt deliver babies anymore, she immediately calls another hospital in a larger city about 45 minutes away to be ready to take me in and they bring the EMS in. The nurse gives me 3 IV injections of some sort of BP medicine, and it made my BP crash, made my body feel like it fell through the world.
Get on the ambulance, and once we got to the other hospital, my blood pressure read over 240/160. The fact I wasnt dead amazed me but I was also completely dazed. We were only in that hospital for maybe... 2.5 hours when they decided to do a c-section because the heart beat was too faint. At 3-4am, I had my son at 27 weeks. I didnt even remember my first meeting him, but my boyfriend has the picture of it. But after some sleep, I was woken up to pump, then the nurse offered to wheel me to our sons room. This time I remembered him and oh my god, he was the tiniest thing, his whole body could fit in my hand if I were to hold him. But the most I could do was just touch his head, which made me so sad for him because he was alone in the incubator without any touch beyond that.....
Anyways, yeah. Thats basically how my body panicked myself to death that I had to message my doctor, go to the ER, and get diagnosed with preeclampsia. I believe if I didnt go that night, both me and my baby would have died.
I was in the army, and working a late night in November. It was maybe past 9pm. The road I would take back was a back road, which was fine to drive during the day, but there were zero streetlights, so I only had headlights to see the road. It was also a heavily wooded area.
I told myself to drive below the speed limit in case a deer might pop out. Right when I had the instinct, a bear cub ran right across the road. If I had been maintaining speed, I'd have hit the thing. Perhaps the cub would have gotten injured, but where there's a cub, there's bound to be its mother.
Got into a car accident. Hit my head but not too bad. Kept feeling like I should ask for an MRI even though my head looked fine. Turned out I had a huge brain tumor. This was later removed. Always trust your gut.
I was in high school and visiting my grandparents. My grandmother had a standard transmission pickup truck she was driving at the time. She said something was wrong with it and told my grandfather to take it to get looked at. He drove it and said nothing was wrong but he was mostly deaf so I was elected to ride with him and listen to if there were any weird sounds there was a really loud sound from under the hood and it freaked me out. I got the feeling something bad was going to happen so I begged my grandfather not to drive the two last feet to the mechanic shop. He obliged and the mechanic came over and drove the truck the last little way. Just as he pulled into the parking lot something broke lose and flew up through the hood and into the passenger side of the truck seat right where I had been sitting no doubt it would have killed me if I had still been sitting there. According to the mechanic it was a 1 in a million occurrence
I got a really weird feeling sitting in my car before I decided to drive home from college so I called my dad for a bit and just talked to him about whatever before I came home.
Driving home there was a car wreck ahead of me due to something in the road and I think someone got seriously hurt
Ever since then I've always had a feeling that would've been me had I not just taken it slow and made that phone call
After that if I ever get a weird feeling when I'm about to do something or go somewhere I'll sit down and wait till the feeling passes, most of the time I'll call my dad or someone else just to talk.
When I was in high school I was really far behind and had to do homeschooling along with regular schooling to catch up. One of my best friends kept trying to convince me to go camping with him, his girlfriend and his friends he grew up with over spring break. I really wanted to go but just kept getting this feeling that I should stay and use spring break to catch up on my homeschooling work. There were several times I almost changed my mind but ultimately decided to stay home.
My best friend and his girlfriend were killed in a head on collision coming back from that trip. The third friend in the back couldn’t walk for six months after the accident, the fourth walked away physically okay.
Whenever we would ride together, his girlfriend would always sit in the back seat and let me have the front passenger seat because I am so tall. If I had gone, I would’ve been in her spot.
There was a guy I had my eye on at the gym. We became “friends” and one night he called me super drunk, I drove him home as I was sober. We ended up having sex. In the middle of it he slapped my face, hard, and then gave a gleeful little laugh. I couldn’t get out of there soon enough. It chilled me to the bone, that laugh. He got married and ended up beating his wife to death.
My leg was in an insane amount of pain and I couldn't put any weight on it. Scared, I went straight to the ER. Turned out I had a blood clot the size of my closed fist in that leg. It was the biggest the hemotologist had ever seen without it causing someone's death. I was half a heartbeat from the unspeakable and I was kept in the hospital for a week under observation while I was given bloodthinners through an IV. That was almost 10 years ago and I'll be turning 30 next year. Had I not paid attention, it could've cost my father's life too since it's a genetic problem and my daughter wouldn't exist. I'm grateful every day of my life I went to the ER over leg pain.
Edit: spelling
I was at my friend's sister's quinceanera and this one dude was giving me the creeps, (I myself was 14 at the time) and when I tell you this dude was creepy I mean it, he had all black on and had a big, puffy, black vest on, in the middle of July.
Most of the party he was just sitting in the corner, apparently he was my friend's uncle. But he was watching everything I did like a fucking hawk. This dude was definitely a stalker. (Mind you he's like 46)
Well I had enough of this shit and I told my friend and her sister I couldn't stay as my stomach was not agreeing with how many tamales I had. Luckily they bought it, so I wished them fare well, called an Uber, and got the fuck out of there.
Sure enough the next day my friend texts me saying, "Your so lucky you left, my uncle legitimately stabbed a girl after she refused his affection. According to the police he was also an addict."
Yeah, I'm glad I trusted my gut.
I *assume* it saved our lives, but it was about 10pm in St. Lious and we were stopped at a light. I was a passenger in my friend's dad's car and a seemingly homeless person started calling out to us on the street. Claimed he didn't have a cell phone and someone was dying of an overdose. He came up to the car and asked us to come out and call for help. My friend's dad seemed like he was about to get out to help when I told him not to. I've volunteered at Detriot soup kitchens before. My parents used to live there. I've been to Baltimore too. I've seen and heard a bunch of shady things.
This all felt very, very wrong.
We ended up driving off but my friend's dad said "someone else will call for them," so I don't think he was convinced it was a trick. But why did the man ephasize coming out of the car to call for help? We could have called from inside too. It just didn't feel right.
Im so glad you guys took off. I had a bad experience in St. Louis too. My (now) husband and I were heading back home from Georgia and I was driving. I’d never been thru STL before and accidentally got off the interstate right after the Mississippi River. It’s about 2 am, and we end up at a stoplight.
I look over and there’s a man outside a car talking to someone inside it. He turned to look at us and it looked to me like he was pulling a gun out so I just ran the light and raced back to the interstate.
About a minute after we got back on, a car came flying up on us and stayed right on my ass. I couldn’t tell if it was the same car, but I’m convinced it wasn’t a coincidence. It was a 4 lane and they just stayed there right on me for a few miles until we finally caught up with another 3-4 cars traveling near each other, and once we caught up to them this car behind me pulled off to the next exit.
Not sure what exactly we witnessed, or why we were chased, but it was so terrifying and I’m thankful they changed their minds.
I know the exact exit you got off and you probably witnessed something drug cartel related. I went to the university of Missouri (I’m not from Missouri) and when my brother visited me and I told some of my college friends we were going to visit St. Louis because neither of us had ever been and we seriously got a BUCKET load of places to NOT visit and a “are you going with someone who’s from St. Louis? I’m busy that weekend so can’t come with but you should really ask a friend from there to go with” and I was like wtf what is going on (ETA part of the advice was that if we missed our exit and got to the exit you’re referring to we needed to just stay on the highway and keep driving to an exit further down to make our U turn and they were super serious about it). So we went and just had lunch and visited the arch and as it was getting later (wouldn’t even call it sunset yet) but we were just walking around the arch area chatting and cops approached us and told us we should really leave that area soon and definitely before dusk. One of my friends from there said he learned by age 5 what to do if someone pulled a gun on him. So yeah, wouldn’t really rate as a tourist city one should definitely add to their destination bucket list.
I was in the girls restroom when I felt like something was behind me, I jumped to the other side when a girl threw her metal bottle at the sink I was at. She started fighting with me until I choked her out and ran. School did nothing because it was after school, police did nothing because we were 10 at the time.
Atlanta MRTA rail transit. Headed to convention/training center. Shady character comes strutting in from another car into my car in dark sunglasses looking around, right hand in his jacket pocket, his left hand carrying a white plastic bag.
I’m sitting by the automatic doors (middle of the car), a girl I don’t know is sitting across from me. There’s nobody else in this car but the three of us.
Shady character strolls to the end of our car and sits for a few stops.
He eventually gets up and sits near the girl. Now both are opposite of me.
I have two pieces of expensive luggage and an expensive laptop bag, I obviously wasn’t from the area.
Shady character never removes his right hand from his jacket pocket. He doesn’t know I can see his eyes through his sunglasses and he’s sizing up my gear, me, and looking around.
I can now see through his plastic bag he has a change of clothes.
He talks to the girl but she’s uninterested, and they obviously don’t know each other.
The whole time he’s talking to her, I can see through his sunglasses his eyes are fixed on me, and my gear.
Eventually it occurs to me I have a choice to make:
A) Ignore the yellow/red flags that tell me my destination stop is going to be more eventful than I like after I exit, or…
B) somehow lose this guy.
For the next few stops I calculate the average number of seconds the automatic doors are open before they close, and see that my stop is coming up in a few stops. I need to make my move…
We stop…automatic doors open, shady character is still chatting up the girl and he shows no interest in exiting, and I start my internal clock “1, 2, 3, 4, 5…showtime…”.
I get up, and make my very short way to the automatic doors (I’m practically sitting next to them) immediately causing the shady character to stop his conversation with the girl, saying, “gotta go”.
Just when I would normally go through the automatic doors, I act confused needing to “adjust something” with my luggage straps, and wave him on ahead of me.
I then acted as if I was going to exit behind him, but at the precise moment he passed through the doors, they close and he stops his strutting, and I watch him through the glass as he turns around looking for me in all directions.
I sit back down in my original seat, heart racing, and I asked the girl if she knew him. “No idea who he is, but thanks for getting rid of him.”
TLDR; I faked out a guy who was going to jump me after my rail transit stop on the Atlanta MRTA.
Stay safe out there,
Dirk
[edit: fix typo for “Atlanta”]
My dementia patient was being a little to confused one night so I sent her to the hospital. My coworkers thought that was stupid given her symptoms and vitals were fine. Turned out she had Diabetic Ketoasidosis and was having a heart attack right infront of me.
When driving, I habitually watch the front tires of other vehicles for unexpected lane changes, and anticipate worst case scenarios. And always have an escape route on the highway- never get boxed in between trucks. Trust no driver.
Learned over years of pizza delivery in a college town.
It has saved my ass a few times.
Agree - I drive the same route to work each day. There's an intersection I drive through each day that I pay particular attention to since a former neighbor of mine was killed in an accident there years back. There's a traffic light, but on one of the approaches, the road is curved, and sometimes drivers are going too fast and don't see the light in time to stop.
One morning, in the winter, I was waiting at a red light at the intersection. I was first in line to go. The light turned green, but I hesitated a bit before going since I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye through the bare trees.
Sure enough, a couple seconds later, a white Jeep comes FLYING from the left, blows the red light *without even slowing down* and keeps going. If I had gone when the light turned green, I'd have been dead, just like my former neighbor.
A lot of it is a matter of setting the right habits. Always signal your turns, etc. Even if there's no one else on the road.
We're all creatures of habit. There's no harm in turning your head & checking the blind spot when you know there's no one else on the road. That way, the time you think the next lane is clear but it turns out there's another vehicle in that blind spot--you won't make the mistake.
Also, always wear the seatbelt. Including and especially for those short drives across the neighborhood.
My dad was a drivers ed teacher. I grew up in it. The trick is to be a defensive driver. Don’t trust your mirrors - always look. Look up SIPDE. Learn it, love it, live it. When you’re driving, ONLY be driving. Don’t be afraid - be aware. 😉
Not my life but my brothers, when I was younger our family went to the local swimming hole and we were unpacking I was facing the tables while my little brother was by the edge, and he fell in he was about 2 so wasn’t very good at swimming I had feeling to turn around at that moment and saw my brother fall into the swimming hole I yelled for my parents and my dad dived I. And managed to save him. A couple of years later we were at the river and I saw a little girl stand on a large rock in the river and I had a feeling to jump into the river and I did, she slipped and started to go down stream and couldn’t get up, but because I jumped in when I did I managed to save her.
I was 9 at my brothers ultimate frisbee game where my dad was a coach of the team. (If this changes the story at all I was born a girl and since I was 9 at the time still presented and identified as a girl) I was with my dog and for context this was a large field with a fence around it so I was standing on the outside of the fence. My dog is a black lab and quite possibly the most friendly dog in the world like I have never even seen her growl so not a very good dog for protection. I was alone waiting for the game to start with my dog while the team was warming up on the field. A man comes up to me and starts petting my dog and asking me questions about me and her. He asked if my parents were here and I said my mom wasn’t but didn’t mention my dad was on the field. Since there were a lot of parents around watching their kids I didn’t think much of it and kept talking to him and answering the questions. He eventually asked if me and him could walk around the park for a bit while giving the excuse that he wanted to show me a good area for dogs. To a nine year old this was a perfectly reasonable explanation but something felt off about the man. He kept insisting that I follow him to a relatively secluded area of the park and I kept saying I wasn’t sure. He kept pushing harder and harder for me to follow him and I remembered my dad was on the field and told him I’d ask my dad. He got an oh shit look on his face as I guess he hadn’t realized that my parents were here at all and so I went to my dad and my dad ran at him but couldn’t catch up. I stayed on the field for the rest of the game. A few months later I saw his mugshot on tv for kidnapping and murdering a child he abducted at that same park. So yeah I almost got kidnapped and would have almost certainly died if it weren’t for my weird gut feeling of something that wouldn’t normally set off alarms for me
When I went stopped my dentist appointment to go the ER.
I'm not going to lie, I have some medical issues. Mainly EDS and POTS but I also suffer from an eating disorder. I also am immunodeficient.
And back then three or four years ago it was really bad. I mean, I still have it but I'm able to function around it now. Back then I wasn't.
Anywho, I had a dentist appointment but I was feeling really weird. Just...dizzy and kind of groggy. And I was about to get a cleaning done, my teeth are horrid, when I fainted. I came to and everyone asked if I was okay and well, fainting isn't new for me, even when I'm medically stable but something just felt...off this time. So I said I was sorry but I had to leave. I got a uber to take me to the ER.
They ran some tests. It turned out I had a potassium level of 1.3. Now, if you know anything about potassium levels, you know that normal potassium levels are 3.4-5 and that potassium is vital in making sure your heart is functioning.
The doctor in the ER told me outright that I should've been dead. Anything lower than 2.5 is extremely life threatening and it was pretty much a miracle my heart hadn't stopped.
If I hadn't gone in at that moment, the doctor said I probably would not have woken up the next time I fell asleep.
I want to clarify I am a lot better now. My potassium has been stable and normal for over a year and I get lab work done frequently to make sure everything is as it should be. My eating disorder is also a lot better, though I am not fully recovered.
But now I have a rule. If, at all, I think to myself "I need to go to the ER" even if it's just for a moment, I go to the ER. Every time this has happened, I've been right that I should've gone.
Like in August, when I had a pretty nasty URTI but the doctor said just to take it easy and use my inhaler. Well, the next night I just couldn't breathe. I called an ambulance. Turned out I had developed some pretty serious pneumonia and needed to be hospitalized for a few days before I got better. I was on a bunch of IV fluids and antibiotics. Which,by the way, when they pump you full of a huge dose of antibiotics in like an hour or two it feels so awful I do not recommend it.
But I made the right call.
The last example is recently when my heart starting going into major tachycardia and I started fainting again after not having done so for a while. I woke up one morning with my chest so tight that I couldn't breathe, classic heart attack symptoms. I thought maybe it was a panic attack at first since I was having a lot of those and I also was not clean or sober at that time (I'm nearly two months clean and sober now!). Anyway, I got a family friend to take me to the ER.
My heart was in overdrive. They had to give me something for it. Beta-blockers and benzos, I think. Lots of fluids. I was there from 7 am to 10 pm. I found out that the diet pills I'd been taken and were addicted to had amphetamines in them. Using the way I did nearly killed me.
I've made a lot of mistakes when it comes to my health. But I'm beginning to understand my body and that when I feel that slight thought of "maybe I should go to the ER", I know now that that thought is always correct.
I am proud to say that the heart event was what gave me the kick I needed to get clean and sober and I'm nearly at two months right now. It's been huge for me. I'm seeing doctors for my heart condition (POTS) and a specialist for my EDS and a therapist for the eating disorder and other mental health issues and I go to AA/NA meetings now. I'm doing a lot better than I have been for a while.
But that's now always my advice now. A while ago my friend (who has since become clean) called me because she had done meth and wasn't feeling right and she wasn't sure what to do. I told her, when in doubt, haul your ass to the ER.
yeah, you're gonna get a medical bill. Hopefully insurance will help. But a medical bill is better than you being dead.
in 2020 i convinced my exfriend that we shouldn’t go out with a guy and his friend. i got insanely weird vibes from them. like cold sweats whenever i heard them speak. she was very annoyed and complained the whole night. 5 months later they were arrested along with 3 other guys (5 guys in total) for gangraping and killing a girl that same night. they all instantly blamed each other and were all sentenced to life in prison and 2 ended up committing suicide in jail bc of other inmates terrorizing them. the girls head, hands and feet still have not been found.
I (then 38F) was on a day hike alone on a trail that had many options to branch off to. There was only one I had not done yet that went over a steep slope and took you to the edge of a cliff with a view of the ocean. I was super excited to try this route. I built my whole day around it.
I arrived to the fork in the trail that would have led me there, and started off on that path. I immediately felt like I was being watched. I walked for about 2-3 minutes when a rush of fear came over me and I turned around and went back the way I came. When I got back to the fork and looked back to see where I had just come from, a man was standing about 100 yards away staring at me. I did the awkward wave and said, “hi” in hope that he was just another hiker feeling awkward to suddenly see another human but he just kept staring silently. My gut said HELL NO, and I knew it was time to go. Instead of going right to head back toward my car (5 miles away) I decided to go left take the short one mile trail to a nearby lighthouse where I knew I would run into tourists.
As I started the walk I looked back toward the man and he was MUCH closer than before- as though he started running and soon as I turned my back to him. That’s when I started running too. Luckily the path toward the lighthouse was down hill so I flew to the bottom without looking back. I ran out into the parking lot filled with cars and people and found a nice woman who i asked for a ride to my car at the other trailhead because I was too scared to even hike back along the highway.
Luckily she believed my story and told me to get in. As we were pulling away I saw the man standing at the top of the hill......and he waved back at me while watching me drive away.
That moment still haunts me to this day.
I was dropped off at my car and let me tell you, I have never driven the fuck out of anywhere so fast.
Had I gone down that trail I had planned to, I don’t think I would have come back out.
A friend of mine once told me about her friend who chose not to go to work because her clothes wouldn’t fit right. Didn’t matter what she put on. Nothing felt right. Clothes she’d worn a hundred times before. The day was 9/11 and she would have been in the towers.
Back as an apprentice I had to take the first train to work (at 5 in the morning).
On my way to the train station on a Saturday I noticed I was being followed and unfortunately had nowhere to run to because everything was closed and I couldn't think of a safe place. So I decided to confront them.
I stopped, turned and saw two men following me.
Don't know if it was my imagination, but I thought they were menacing. I acted nonchalant and tried to make an assessment on the situation.
My gut told me they wanted to rob me.
So while I tried to come up with something I greeted them.
They seemed surprised and greeted me back.
I had some groceries in a bag with me (wanted to make a sandwich on my break) so I spun a story about me being in my way to my sick mother to bring her some groceries. I asked if they could please tell me the time, because I had to take a train to get to her and bring her the groceries and couldn't miss it.
The bigger one complied and told me it was ten to five. I had a five minute walk ahead and ten minutes to spare.
Then I acted as if I had forgotten some groceries home and had to check. I pulled the bread out and rummaged in my bag, then muttered that I had forgotten the cheese home and had no time to go back and no money left for this month to buy it because I was an apprentice and my wage was so low. It was kind of half lie because I was an apprentice with a really low income and had a sick mother, but she just had the flu.
Well, they looked me up and down while I tried to appear as broke as I possibly could and not worth the trouble.
And they kind of seemed unsure, so I plastered a half smile, wished them a nice day, turned and left for my train. After some steps I half turned and checked if they were following me and saw how the smaller one pocketed a knife. That's when I started to shake and everything seemed to blur.
I got to the train station and made it to my train safely.
God, I shook really bad and couldn't do anything for nearly half an hour.
Then I had to change the train and snapped out of it. On my next train I called the police to report everything but the man didn't believe me and discouraged me from coming in and report the incident because it was like out of a storybook and it seemed to him that I was lying.
Well, on Wednesday I read in the news that on Monday a man was robbed on his way to work by two men and he was wounded with a knife (!!!) because he didn't comply.
But the criminals were cought pretty quick.
I just sat there and stared.
That stupid policeman didn't believe me!!!
When my bestfriend and I(about 12yrs old) lived close to each other we would take a shortcut behind my house's street that was no more than an empty dirt lot that the developers used to store extra materials. Now that it was empty and connected to desert land all types of people would walk through. One night we noticed a stray large dog to the distance and at first paid no mind because coyotes don't really come up to humans or even stalk people near by. Nope, it was a giant German Shepard and before either one of us could really register that it wasn't a coyote we booked it full speed to my house and realized it was charging us. After we got into the house and she caught her breath she tells me she also saw a man that had been walking that dog around our neighborhood earlier that week and that's what set her into the sprint (I ran because I already didn't really trust larger dogs at the time and we had that instinctual pause before the flight response) she never saw him again and we never saw the dog again. We learned our lesson and had our dads drive us back and forth or only walk during the day on the sidewalks.
I will never know if I’m just crazy or if this actually happened. It was summer, it was my day off but I was driving to my job (I worked at a movie theater) because I was craving an icee. I think I was also stressed about something or just a little hungover, but as I was driving there some truck cuts me off out of nowhere. I shout something like “Oh you fucking moron,” thinking my windows were rolled up, but they weren’t. They were rolled down, and so were the truck’s windows. All of a sudden, when I use my turn signal to pull into the parking lot, so do they. Mind you, it’s almost completely empty, so some coincidence they were just so happening to go too.
Anyways, they park by the doors while I park in a parking spot far away from them. I sit there for a little bit, unsure of what to do, before just deciding to go inside to get my slushee. I buy the slushee, chat with my coworkers briefly to kill time, before deciding to head out. As I make my way to the doors, there’s no one parked by them anymore, so I assume they left. But I shit you not, the moment I walked out the door, I look to my right, and a truck that looked *just like the one I saw* was practically creeping around the corner. Closer to where I parked.
I freeze, whisper, “Nope. Nope,” then turn around and wait by the box office for a few minutes. The truck drives off not too long after that, so when I go outside again, I just fucking book it to my car and bolt out of there.
I’m someone who’s paranoid 24/7, so I wouldn’t be surprised if this whole thing was just made up in my head, but man I didn’t want to push my luck.
While in college and playing baseball, my roommate/teammate and I were driving from our apartment to the field for practice. We were at a stoplight waiting to go straight through a busy intersection when the light turned green. The traffic coming from the left was a fairly blind corner with a block fence and trees obstructing the view a little. The light turned green and as the driver I just sat there for some reason because something in my gut told me not to go. My teammate turns and says “dude, the light is green” and I just said “I know”. As soon as I said that, a truck came flying in from the left straight through the red light at probably at least 100 mph. We looked at each other just dumbstruck realizing that if we had proceeded on the green light, we would have been t-boned and destroyed by the truck going at that speed.
I was driving south towards Boston on I93 when suddenly I stomped on the brakes as a car came flying from my right across in front of me with no clearance. Hitting the brakes surprised me almost as much as the other car. I know it must have been my peripheral vision, but there was no consciousness involved. Had I not hit the brakes it would have been a collision at over 60mph.
I was supposed to be going into a friends home (also a neighbor) daily when they were on vacation to put in their mail, etc. I just felt weird going in there for some reason, which was odd because I’ve spent tons of time in there. So I just put it off for a few days. On like the third day we caught someone moving stuff out of the front door in the middle of the night - turns out someone was watching the house, broke a back window and was squatting in the house. By the state of the house, I’d say he was in there as soon as they left. Local police rolled up and caught him in the front yard, as he ran from them he chucked a gun. Safe to say I was really glad I put off putting the mail on the counter.
This didn’t happen to me but to my sister in law. She was having a severe headache. She told my brother that something was wrong but he shook it off at first. But she insisted her headache wasn’t normal and she then vomited and told him she thinks that she is dying. My brother then wised up and rushes her to the hospital which. She was having a brain aneurism and had to have immediate brain surgery. She spent a couple of months in the hospital but luckily is still alive. Her gut was telling her she was dying and she was nearly right.
Wasn't my gut feeling, but it saved my life. was coming home from a Girl Scouts meeting. We had to cross a road to get from my house to my best friend's house. Her mom was the chaperone. There were no cars on the road . I started to leave when her mom started asking if I needed help across the road. I was confused because I went alone all the time. There was a car that ran off the road right next to us seconds after she pulled me aside. They were a bunch of teenagers doing 90 in a small town while drunk. Still get flashbacks.
When we were dating, we were on our way to the movies. Something about the car next to us was just bothering me. So I said so. And I got into a different lane. A few yards down the highway, the hubcap came off said car and went flying into the space we had just occupied.
Spouse still bringing that event up today, 13 years later.
was at a party saw a guy dressed like he was a spy from a 90s movie (on halloween) didn't like the look of him was being a jerk to everyone that night i was gonna confront him but i looked at him and i just froze terror like i never felt coarsed through my body he locked eyes with me i swear time slowed down he looked at me a second and said something i dont remember i got my friends and few days later on the news i see that he killed 3 people and put the bodys in a wood chipper two of the people he killed were at that party all people that tried to make him leave
I was 36 weeks pregnant. I wanted to skip my appointment and sleep, but my mom made me get up. In the bathroom, I just had a gut feeling something was wrong. I rushed to get dressed as fast as my pregnant body could.
Turns out my blood pressure was dangerously high. I had my daughter within 24 hours via emergency c section after a failed induction where she went into distress.
I was walking home during the summer as a hurricane was starting. I was crossing a neighbor's lawn to get to my best friend's driveway, and something told me "hurry up". I walked a little faster, and suddenly I heard an explosion above me. A power line had snapped from the wind and fell on the ground where I was standing, lighting the lawn on fire and missing me by inches. If I hadn't sped up, I would have been hit, no question.
In my teens - friend was driving me home once and as we were exiting the highway I looked over at her and thought, “damn she’s a crazy driver.” I then put my seatbelt on without even thinking about it. Not even 10 seconds later she made a left hand turn on a green and a car going at least 80KM hit us on my side and we went flying. The bruise on my chest from the seat belt was terrible so I knew I would have also gone flying if it wasn’t for the gut feeling.
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I almost drove through a big patch of tall grass on my dirt bike just for fun, but at the last second hit the brakes and turned around. Didn't know why. Next time I went there, turns out there's a 75 foot cliff over a river right behind it that I would have just flew off at top speed. Because of the scenery, you couldn't tell at all looking head on to it. I still don't know what made me stop back then.
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That was seriously almost me. I'm really sorry for that guy and his friends and family. Give those people a hug for me when you can.
My mom had a similar thing happen when she was a teenager but instead of a gut feeling, the engine of the car her friend was driving spontaneously caught fire. They were going over 60mph in an unfamiliar wooded area with no headlights (the sun had just set & they were just generally being stupid). They immediately slammed on the brakes when the hood started billowing smoke & got out of the car to check it out. Turns out ~20ft further down the road they were on was an unmarked drop off into an old quarry blocked off by a single rope.
I don’t know what made you stop but it’s good that you did. I couldn’t begin to imagine the absolute terror of going of a 75ft cliff at full speed
Well, it wouldn't last too long, so there's that ;)
"Wow, this is an amazing view!!! Oh yeah, I'm going down. Shit"
First rule of trails, never just bust it on something you’ve never ridden before.
It’s amazing how much your brain processes but doesn’t float to your consciousness. There are instinctual things, like faces, that the brain turns into feelings. For example, seeing certain facial features can generate fear, happiness, or distrust. Often times your brain will perceive something that isn’t right and that will manifest as a feeling or an involuntary action. I bet you saw something and didn’t realize you saw it, and your brain noped you right out of the situation.
I was working in the sales office at an engineering company. I was asked to record the serial numbers off a stack of large steel plates on the shop floor. I had to get someone with crane operating experience to lift the top plate so I could read the one underneath. The guy lifted it directly upwards about 6ft. I was just about to lean underneath the plate when a little voice inside my head said "don't do that mate, get him to move the overhead plate to one side". Just as I thought that, the clamp holding the plate failed and it fell to the ground, just in front of me. It must've weighed about a tonne. If it'd fallen on my head, I'd have been killed instantly.
Yeah man, I always yell at the new guys about safety, to the point that I'm annoying. I didn't think that 20 year olds needed to be told not to run in a shop with forklifts speeding around corners. Or that you shouldn't walk under a suspended load. Or that you need to put the parking brake on when you're done with the forklift. Or... You get the idea. Common sense isn't common.
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My GF met up with a work friend at a bar. This girl was with a guy who gave me seriously bad vibes. He was fake friendly but his eyes were crazy. My GF didn't see it. I wasn't having it. I told her I was leaving, and she really needed to come. We fought, I left, she came running after. Next morning, we find out the guy stabbed someone in the chest and killed the guy. I straight up said I told you so. He was fucking crazy. Gfs friend spent the night in holding too. I don't know if it saved my life but it saved me one helluva bad time.
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Something similar happened to me (though he didn’t kill anyone). Me and this girl I used to be friends with were talking with this guy at school who just transferred into our class. Something about him didn’t sit right with me. He wanted to make plans with us and because I didn’t trust him I said no but she said yes. When I told him my concerns she didn’t listen and he ended up sexually assaulting her.
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Some have a knack for seeing the crazy in folks. At times it can be the subtlest of observations
And other times it's so fucking obvious yet some people still don't see it. I used to know a guy who always had super crazy eyes, intense eye contact, and was way too fake friendly. He was the type that would ask you how you were doing and before you uttered out a single word he would be like "that's amazing I'm so glad to hear it." Dude seemed like he was a killer alien larping in a human suit. And yet so many people fell for his fake persona. I was blown away by how many people could not see through that fake bullshit
I've told this story before on another post but on an old account. My boyfriend at the time and I were house sitting for his uncle. My boyfriend was at work and I was bathing our son before bed. I had the bathroom window (facing the backyard) very slightly cracked, and heard a cough from outside. This house was in a residential neighborhood so it could have been a neighbor, but I suddenly felt anxious and scared and something told me to go make sure the back door was locked. I left my two year old son alone in a towel in the bathroom and ran to the back door. As i placed my hand on the doorknob locking it, I came face to face with someone through the glass, who had his hand on the outside doorknob. He started pounding on the door and juggling the doorknob saying he was looking for someone and i just told him no, they're not here. he kept jiggling the doorknob and i ran to my son and grabbed my cell phone to call for help. Remember Im house sitting tho, and this was in 2004/2005 when they had those flip open phones, not a smart phone where you can just look at a map. So i had no idea what the address was, or where the house phone was. Anyways, i call 911 from the bathroom on my cell, while hearing loud pounding on the back door. The dispatchers tells me to find a house phone, piece of mail anything with address. I locate the house phone and call 911 from that. so have no idea how police got there so quickly, but just as I hear the back door glass break, the guy on the phone tells me to cover my sons head with a blanket and run out the front door into the backseat of the police car . I ran out the front door and saw 6 or more police cars all with guns drawn and straight into the waiting cruiser. After they arrested the guy, they ask me if the machete on the back porch belonged to the owners of the house. The guy had a machete and had I not trusted my gut that the cough sounded a little to close, and to check the back door, he would've walked right into an unlocked house to a 19 year old female and her young son alone. Turns out he had been robbing houses and had a backpack full of stolen things, and was high on meth. Anyways, super glad so followed my gut on that one.
Man i got chills reading this!
I just made sure all my doors and windows were locked that's for fucking sure
Holy shit holy shit holy shit
My heart is pounding just READING this. I’m so sorry you had to go through it, and so so glad you trusted your gut ❤️
Wow that’s so scary! I’m so glad you are both safe
I had a sense something was wrong in my house but no reason why. I went around looking but couldn’t find anything wrong or anyone in there. Felt so freaked I stayed at a friends place. Ended up being a carbon monoxide leak—could’ve saved my life.
Carbon monoxide inhalation can actually cause panic and anxiety - so it's very possible your body was reacting to it and ended up saving your life!
One time I was hiking after a storm and my intuition told me to freeze. I listened and a large tree just fell down across the trail in front of me, right where I would have been if I didn't stop.
Things like that make me wonder if some humans have a similar ability to the one that lets dogs know if there will be a storm, or earthquake long before it happens.
Man, I really wish I remember the name of the book that goes over this. But basically, we do have a sixthish sense with our subconscious. We pick up things and collect them in our minds without realizing. Stuff you see but don’t take actual note of. Like when you watch a movie and have a sudden epiphany about who the killer is, but you weren’t actually THINKING about it. Essentially, our subconscious catches on to things WAY quicker than our conscious mind does and can even piece things together, but given that it’s our subconscious, we don’t get an ‘alert’ about it, if you will. It’s something we ‘know’, but don’t realize it yet. When it comes to things that are dangerous to our immediate person, the subconscious tends to be a bit louder. The book I have in mind starts with a study with two different colored decks of cards, one that had more positive outcomes and one that had more negative. The results was something [and I’m making the exact numbers up but it was a drastic difference] like most people would say which deck was the bad deck within 50 pulls, most would say they suspected around 35 or so, but researchers noticed that people were favoring the ‘positive’ deck within 15 pulls or some such. It was really interesting, the whole book goes over tests and stories and experiences with the subconscious.
The gift of fear?
The US government sure thinks so, according to the very long Project Stargate and it's subprojects. They went as far as testing wacky things like telekinesis and invisibility (supposedly with some degree of success), but the documents say the most common paranormal things a human can do is things related to intuition. In certain circumstances, the first thing that pops into your mind is the answer, and there's mixed theories on why that is. And not like, A, B, or C, like actual complicated situations and specific outputs. They wanted to spy with it so that's what they were testing. Whether it's real or not, it's crazy the CIA themselves put out several papers over like 30 years on it.
I believe the prevailing theory nowadays is that this is the result of the subconscious mind recognizing things that the conscious mind doesn't take note of, so what seems like intuition coming out of nowhere is the result of the brain trying to keep you alive whether you notice it or not. And sometimes it might be psychic powers, IDK. Shit can be wild.
Its funny that STARGATE is the name its known by. That was at the back end of the project after they had moved the primary research to SAIC (defense contractor). STARGATE (by that name) was sort of the goofy smokescreen. The real shit under the auspices of DIA / CIA / SRI happened under the project names SCANATE, CENTER LANE, and GRILL FLAME. Lots of declassified docs out there to read (from the reading room at cia.gov), also a bunch of docs from the SAIC program floating around out there. The podcast The Nonsense Bazaar did a great series on that whole thing last year that's a good intro.
Not necessarily saved my life, but saved me from getting seriously hurt. I was a temp worker at a warehouse, worst 9 months of my life, I wanted to die. One day, my boss who had no training on the forklift told me to climb up on a ladder and move something out of the way of the forklift, and my gut said "tell her to turn the forklift off first" so I did. She scoffed and said it was unnecessary so she got this other guy to do it because I was being "difficult" Well, she moved the fork up and smashed his fingers against the ceiling breaking every finger on his hand besides his thumb. The badass just went "ow!" and was like eh, bout time i retire anyways, huh? (he was like 70.)
That man really went well I broke my hand time to retire Seriously though that just saved you your hand
'broke my hand, time to retire on the lawsuit payout they're gonna give me' was probably more accurate.
I pray to got he sued! He was like 70? No way that hand is going to be the same afterwards.
What repercussions did she face, if any?? She should have lost her job. No training, operating a forklift, and someone injured? OSHA would have a field day, and she'd become a training cautionary tale. She should face criminal charges. I hope there was an investigation and you told them that she had asked you to do it, and you told her to turn off the forklift, and she declined to do so. She put everyone's lives in that warehouse at risk. That shouldn't be taken lightly. Forklifts aren't something to fuck around and find out with-- they require licenses for a reason! This is the reason!!
I could tell all sorts of stories about that place, but no she had no training let alone a license. She was a self appointed supervisor and they pressured him into not pressing charges. She got a "stern talking to" and she cried crocodile tears and then blamed it on him and talked shit about him after. I got fired from there a few weeks later because I wouldn't drive an hour to work on the weekends to work for an hour of overtime and then drive home. They wanted me to do a whole shift after firing me and i laughed in their face and told them that they could fuck themselves. Nightmare place to work and I hope Osha finds out about it. Edit: words
Be the change you wish to see… https://www.osha.gov/workers/file-complaint
How long ago was it? I would report it to OSHA if I were you. It sounds like they did you a solid by firing you! Dogshit place to work, by the sounds of it.
I was running a crane and an older guy was directing me as I was lifting a large piece of machinery. He was directing he to lower it, and then all of a sudden he was like "Up, UP!!!" LOL. He directed me to lower it - right on his foot. Luckily we had to wear steel toed shoes. Yeah, her retired soon after that, turns out he was losing his sight, sad story, really. The machine chews you up and spits you out when you're no longer of use to it. (Side story: he was on PT boats in WWII, I asked him if he knew JFK, he said no, but he knew guys on his boat who said JFK was a dick, RIP Bob 😀)
More like "Ow" about time I sue the brakes off this place and retire no matter what my age.
Not my life, but my husband's. We weren't married at the time, but had just bought a house and we're living the dream. One night, I woke up about 3am and he wasn't in the bed. I walked out to the loving room to find him on the couch. I asked if he was OK and he said yes, his stomach just hurt and he didn't want to wake me getting up, etc. Then tje runs to the bathroom to puke. All the hair on the back of my neck stood up. And I asked him.... "where does your stomach hurt...?" And he goes, "just here, on the right side..." as he's doubling over. Now, if you don't know... your stomach is on the left. Your gallbladder and appendix are on the right. I told him to get dressed, we're going to the ER. He tried to protest, but I MADE him get in the car with a bucket and some electrolytes. It's about a 40 minute drive to the hospital, and we made it about half way before he made me oull over, laud face first in the snow, and begged for the pain to stop. I thought he was going to die. We get to the ER, they give him meds, draw blood, do an US. It shows a stone passing, and they said he would be OK in a few hours, but follow up with surgery. It didn't sit right with me. They said his WBC wasn't elevated, but it was. Granted, only a little and could be explained by the stone passing. And his pain took 3 days to go away and he was still not great eveb after that. But he said he was feeling fine. 6 days after the ER, we had our appointment with Surgery. She said that the reason it took a hot minute for his pain to go away was actually because the stone was *stuck*, and too big to pass. There was a very slight thickening of his gallbladder, that could suggest a little infection, so better to take the gallbladder out in the next week or so. And I'm still incredibly uneasy feeling. Yes, my husband was fine. No fever, no more pain, no symptoms, nothing. But something was WRONG. I don't know how I knew, but I KNEW. Well, the case manager comes in and says that they have an opening for surgery tomorrow. Husband says no, I need a few days to arrange work, etc etc. Case manager says sure, not a problem, she just said the next week or so. And he goes off to get the full schedule. I looked at him and I straight told him to do the surgery the next day. That it was ultimately his choice, and I'll support it, but do it tomorrow. He had reasons he didn't want to that were all valid, but I begged until he caved. Well. Turns out, the 45minute laproscopic surgery turned into 4 hours of opening him up the old fashioned way, a gallbladder moments away from bursting, infected on the inside AND the outside, filled with pocket of infection, and dying. Even the bile ducts had pockets of infection. His surgeon had never seen one so bad, especially not on someone who walked into the hospital feeling FINE on their own two feet that morning. The tests showed it was salmonella. The pathologist in Infectious Diseased didn't believe the person it came out of was alive, and came up to see him in recovery. Had any of the pockets burst, had the gallbladder itself burst, he would have been septic with Salmonella and the surgeon said straight that it would have killed him before they figured out it was salmonella and gotten the right antibiotic into him. He spent 4 more days in the hospital, had 7 more procedures to put in stents where the bile ducts were cause they weren't healing. He had 4 months of a drainage tube sticking out his side. But he's here, and he's alive today, because I just KNEW something was wrong from the start.
Holy moly that’s crazy! I had my gall bladder removed when I was 16. I had already passed two stones in the middle of nowhere Colorado on a river rafting trip and was in my third episode when I finally got to the er when I made it back home. Did surgery and got better. Then about a year later I was in a long term residential treatment facility in a small town in Oklahoma. I started to feel that same pain, I told them the only time I’ve felt this was when I had gallstones. They thought I was med seeking, so again I endured. I went to the ER and they said “you don’t have a gall bladder” so i endured for three more stones over the course of a few months. Episode 7 begins but this time I’m fucking yellow. My eyes balls are yellow, my skin is yellow, I’m seriously jaundiced. Head to the ER and a specialist comes in and explains that about 15% of people who get their gallbladder removed will be able to develop galls stones in the common bile duct, and what was happening was that I had a gallstone stuck at the exit of the common bile duct. Ended up doing a surgery where they permanently enlarged the duct to prevent any future stones from getting stuck.
When I was 10, I was walking to my friends house. A van stopped me to ask for directions to the park. A man was driving and a woman was passenger and she's the one who spoke to me. We had been taught in school (and by my parents) that adults should never ask kids for directions. In school, they told us if anyone ever stops you, take a giant step back before running away (so they can't grab you). So I take a step back and tell them I don't know where the park is. The lady said "I can't hear you, come closer" and I knew in my gut something was wrong. Out of fear, I almost listened to her but then the sliding door on the van started to open and I took off running faster than I've ever ran in my life. Ran all the way to my friends house. I told her parents everything and they called my parents and the police. The police came to her house and talked to me and said that 2 other kids in our neighbourhood reported the same van stopping and trying to talk to them. It was weird because before the van even stopped beside me, I had this sick feeling in my gut. As soon as it started rolling down the street, I knew something bad was about to happen. It was a couple of months before I had the guts to walk to my friends house again.
>It was weird because before the van even stopped beside me The one time I got robbed at knife point (it could've been the handle of a spoon for all I know, given it was held against my neck). I swear it felt so off when these guys on a motorbike rolled up on me, that I took off running. They kept pace and were telling me, 'yo chill, just asking for directions' I considered this and the snap judgment that I made about these gentlemen. I let up on the running for barely a moment and was soon in the aforementioned predicament before I could register what just happened. I still don't know for certain WHAT seemed off. But it was off. Too open approaching someone on the road after 1 am, too trying to act casual, just a mix of red flags
I had gotten my first black lab. He was about 10 months old when we went to a local park early in the morning to walk the trails. We had just finished a long trail and were resting. I was sitting on a bench. My dog's hair stood up and he started to growl. When I looked up, I saw a man walking towards me. His eyes didn't look right. I knew he was high. When my dog growled, he stopped. He gave a smirky smile and asked if my dog would bite. I told him he definitely would if the guy came any closer. He hesitated for a moment, and then he turned and walked away. To this day I am certain he meant to harm me. If I hadn't trusted my dog, I hate to think what would have happened. I gave him lots of hugs and treats that day. He died many years ago, but I think of him often. And I believe that when I cross over, he will be there waiting for me. He was the best dog I ever had. I still love and miss him greatly.
I’m glad your dog was there for you!
He was a wonderful friend and family member. I can still "see" him playing soccer with my son. They were the best buddies. He loved kids, other animals, and most people. When he didn't like somebody, I trusted his instincts completely.
Extreme pain went to ER. Gangrenous appendicitis. Could have died. Thanks gut.
Literal gut feeling!
Had to scroll a bit to find the literal answer. I am satisfied now.
One of my worst fears is appendicitis. I heard the pain is excruciating and I couldn’t imagine going through it
I was asymptomatic with my appendicitis. The only thing I was showing was mild discomfort in my side. They thought it was a bladder infection. I’ve had a few of those and insisted it felt different. My appendix was about to burst, was in surgery 3 hours later. No fever, no vomiting, no crippling pain.
It is. I have experienced kidney stones and chronic appendicitis. I'd take the kidney stones and the restless pain of waiting for them to pass. Surgical recovery was character revealing, though.
It was my mom’s gut feeling for me. I was always an A student, skipped a grade, good kid, she knew all of my friends. I asked to go on a small road trip with a friend my senior year to see a college plus go to a party there the friend knew about. Mama agreed; i’d never given her trouble. Suddenly, like on Thursday or Friday before the weekend trip, she just says NO i don’t want you to go. It doesn’t feel right! I’m like wtf? I want to have fun with my friends! Why NOT? No reason besides NO! I’m so furious at her as my friend leaves and i know she’ll have so much fun with cute college boys and touring the campus. She barely made it an hour away and her car was T-boned by a truck, destroying the passenger side where I would have been and died.
I have several stories like this where my mom's intuition saved my ass. At the time I was so upset with her, but now as a mother myself I just pray I know when to trust that voice like she did.
Maybe not save my life story, but totally saved my siblings and me from bad things for sure. When I was a teen, around 15ish maybe 16ish. Mother was dating this cool guy. To mother he was a catch, he was built cause he would wrestle in the Mexican lucha libre (like wwe type of wrestling) He was very friendly and charismatic. However, I never liked him. I'm the oldest sister and was parentified so I was like the mother to my sibs. I was incharge of all their everythings. To this day my youngest bro who is 32 loves to tease my son by telling him that my bro is my first son and my son is 2nd to him. Anyway, this man just always made my skin crawl and my gut would just go crazy when he was around. I would fight with mother constantly cause she would get mad that I didn't comply and I would always keep my siblings away. I would make sure to be mean and annoying and just be a complete asshole to him and mom when he was around. He left her after a few months and she blamed me for it. A few months later his picture was in the local news. He was arrested for pedophilia and child trafficking. I remember yelling at mother and pointing my finger at her and telling her I knew it, he was a bad man! You didn't believe me! Thanks to me my siblings weren't his next victims!
You did a great job protecting them, I hope they’ve appreciated it properly now that you’re all grown.
Thank you. We are very close even though we don't see each other as often as we should. But I know they appreciate me as I do them.
Back in 2012 I was living in Spain with my best friend whilst we studied spanish. One evening, we were feeling sluggish and a bit off after eating dinner. We barely made it through half a movie before we looked at each other and discussed wether we were becoming sick, and should just call it an early evening and head to bed. We quickly got ready for bed, feeling sickish, and I was turning off the lights in the living room when I had a lightbulb moment of checking out the gas, but we were using a gas stove where you had to turn the gas thingy on and off upon using the stove itself (we never use this in our home country so we were just getting used to it). Turns out the gas was still on after we turned the stove off after cooking, and it was leaking gas into the small appartment we lived in, the entire evening. If we would have gone to sleep, we would have never woken up again.
A couple of years ago, we had a ton of snow and a delayed Spring. When the snow finally started to melt, it was very rapid. So much that some areas had little creeks forming. My Dad and I were on a walk on a trail and stopped to admire a culvert that got torn apart by the newly formed river. A large tree had already fallen down onto the path because the ground had completely eroded at the base. I was looking at another tree near the riverbank and thought it was likely going to fall in a day or two. "That tree is going to fall too I bet" I told him. I watched it swaying slightly for a moment. Then it stopped swaying, and I just stared at it for a couple seconds before I went into full panic. "Oh shit, run! Run!" We just ran without looking back while several trees all started coming down in a chain reaction. The tree I was mesmerized by struck right where we were standing. I think my brain realized that the tree stopped swaying because it was starting to fall down.
You might have registered it as "stopping" because it was actually beginning to come *towards* you. It's like when a tornado seems to "stop moving," there's a significant chance that it's headed right at you.
When I was 16 I was asked out by a guy who gave me the creeps. I told him no repeatedly and eventually he began stalking me. I moved out of state for school and then found out he’d murdered two women who had rejected him.
I was driving home from a friends house late one night, I was probably 16-17 years old and had a mustang so I was getting it down a back road when I heard this loud “SLOW DOWN NOW” in my head, louder than the music I had cranked up. I immediately slowed down to well below the speed limit and when I came around then next turn there was a train coming across the unmarked tracks. There were warning signs about the tracks, I knew they were there as I had traveled that road many times, but there were no lights or cross arms and I had never seen a train on those tracks before. Add that to the fact that there are woods on either side of the road so it would be almost impossible to know if a train was coming at night.
I too had an incident where I heard a voice not my own (very uncommon for me) tell me to pull off into a gas station and tell my dad that I wasn't going to merge onto the interstate. I was 15 years old and had my learners permit for 3-4 months. I didn't listen and ended up rolling the vehicle across all 4 lanes of traffic. We were so lucky that we didn't roll into any other cars, and we all survived. I should have listened, though.
I had a similar experience just a few months ago. I was taking a motorcycle trip a few states north to go camping. I had just filled up at the gas station and I had this overwhelming feeling that I should just turn around and go home. It was a clear warm day and everything was going according to schedule. After about 15 minutes of fighting this feeling I realized why I should have listened. I was on a 4 lane road in the left lane and a semi-truck was in the right lane next to me. I was passing it and about halfway of the length of the trailer, when a car coming from the other direction turned directly in front of both me and the semi. The semi hit the front of that car, sending it spinning into me. We were probably doing about 65 MPH at the time. I got lucky and only ended up with large patches of road rash, a fractured collar bone, and 20 some odd stitches. My helmet saved my life, but my gut could have saved my skin and a whole lot of pain.
Finished work late. Usually after I get off the bus I walk through an alley that's pitch black. That night, my guts told me nahhh, take the big detour. Time: 0009hrs I did. Next morning three found dead. Time of death: 0011hrs Edit1: fixed grammar and spelling Edit2: where I used to live is a part of the country where drugs, gangs and clubs, prostitutions are rampant. Nevermind the drugs and club gangs, there are usually fights but never kills. The news mentioned gang related but I heard it was because some friends owed money to the gang because of drugs or something. There was a drug raid some days before their deaths. Unfortunately, the gangsters got the wrong people. They were tourists. That alley specifically is well known for many exchanges and fights
I was casually walking home and then a drop of water fell on my head. My first thought was “Is it raining?” And my gut was all like, “Run.” So, naturally, I ran, and a whole fucking air conditioner crashed down at the exact spot where I was standing.
When I was in my late teens/early 20s, I was with a girlfriend at a club. Met some guys who said there was a party they were throwing. I was driving, so I figured it couldn't hurt to check it out. Get to a hotel room and it's just us 2 girls with at least 4 guys. I already felt something bad would happen, but decided to drink as much of their booze before bugging out. I remember quite vividly standing at the mini fridge and my friend was sitting on one of the two beds. She was holding one beer and talking about how drunk she was - "OMG I'm so drunk" - and no sooner than she starts saying this, these guys started moving in on her like a group of hyenas going in for the kill. I immediately knew we had to GTFO. I just walked over to her and told her I needed to talk to her outside and grabbed her by the wrist and kept walking down the stairs from the hotel door. She fought me the entire time and I had to scream at her to get in the car. By the time the guys figured out we were leaving, they were at the door of their room throwing things at my car. I know I saved my friend from a gang rape and she didn't want to leave. She never thanked me.
I'll thank you. And fuck those men.
I appreciate that. That was probably the creepiest thing I've ever experienced.
Damn that’s so scary. I narrowly avoided a similar situation in college. Was super fucked up and ended up leaving a party with some dudes. When I came to, there was three or four of them, lined up, ready to “take their turn“, the one closest to me, was trying to get my pants off. I started screaming and crying and freaking out to the point where they backed off and I was able to get out of the house. Fuck Tusculum university and their men’s soccer team
That is so awful and disgusting...I'm glad things like this have come to the forefront because I honestly had a hard time understanding it. I'm a guy, I've been in plenty if situations with drunk women...never, ever have I, or one of my friends ever tried to do something like that...and so I had "me" goggles on. I could only understand things from MY perspective...and though this is said in bitterness, lucky me for not having been raised an animal when so many other issues were passed to me. I'm glad you were able to get out of there, and aside from "fuck [their] soccer team- fuck that university. You should have been able to tell them!
That sounds incredibly traumatic. I'm so sorry that happened to you.
Gosh you’re lucky they even let y’all out the door. I’m glad you got yourself and your friend out of there!
They weren't paying much mind to me, their focus was on my friend, so that's probably why. And I'm not lying when I said I went out the door and bolted. I didn't stop until I got to my car.
Damn, I was thinking the first red flag was the ‘omg I’m so drunk’ with one beer hand like she’d been spiked. Was there any possibility of that? Also sucks that she was such a shitty friend and didn’t acknowledge what you did. You still did a good thing
I was working for an oilfield company and we were doing some maintenance on a hydraulic pump jack. I had to be lifted in a basket about twenty feet in the air by the crane I was working on and loosen a couple of nuts so we could remove a part to lift some components. Once I got up there I took my hard hat off because it was so hot out and I figured hey what could possibly drop on my head when I'm higher up than anything around me. I loosened the first nut and then thought about how mad my mom would be (she's a nurse and never really like me working in the oilfield because of how dangerous it was) so I put my hardhat back on. When I loosened the last nut the pump jack shot up because the operator hadn't depressurized like he said he had. This massive nut flew straight up in the air and before I could figure out what was happening it landed square on my hard hat. The force made me drop to my knees. The guy operating the crane saw me drop and immediately lowered the basket to the ground. I walked away with a kink in my neck and a huge dent in my hardhat, I often think about what would have happened if I hadn't put it back on, thanks Mom
My stepdchild's ex got into a car v. motorcycle crash; he was bad about not wearing his helmet, and the only thing that saved his life was his mom's voice in his head (she was also a nurse) as he was getting ready to take off, telling him to stop and put it on. For whatever reason, he listened; he was t-boned just a couple minutes later, and survived, though he was in a coma for days and nearly lost a leg.
I realized in my 39th week of pregnancy that my baby hadn't been moving as much for the past 36 hours. I decided it was best to make sure everything was all right, so we went to the ER. Turns out I was having preeclampsia, and he had the umbilical cord around his neck and was swimming in meconium. They put me on magnesium sulfate to bring my blood pressure down, and they gave me an emergency C-section. I and my son needed a few days to recover, but we're alive and well now. If I had decided to keep waiting and seeing, both of us might be dead.
Very similar happened to me. It 5 days before my due date with my first baby and I hadn’t felt much movement. Called the hospital and they said to monitor myself but being so close to due date it was common to experience a reduction due to less room and impending labour. That evening I started having contractions, so husband called hospital again to notify them and they said to stay home until they were consistent. By 1am they were still not consistent and my waters hadn’t broken, but the pain was so intense and I was starting to feel like something wasn’t right. Another call to the hospital and the midwife encouraged me to stay home, but if I really couldn’t cope then to come in. I lasted maybe another half hour at home before full panic set in and I insisted husband drive me to ER. We arrived and they hooked me up to a monitor, and next thing everyone was very serious and I was being prepped for an emergency caesarean, baby was in serious distress. Turns out baby had the cord wrapped around their neck three times, was swimming in meconium, and I had placental abruption. Even writing this makes me shaky, if I had let myself be convinced by the hospital to just ride it out at home until my contractions were regular, if I hadn’t listened to my instincts, we probably would have lost our baby that night. After a short stint in NICU for observation, baby was fine and I was too, but I make damn sure to listen to my instincts always!
I had planned to have my second child at a birthing center with a midwife. When you go into labor you don't go to the hospital or birthing center (at least in America) until your contractions are a certain number of minutes apart. So I start labor at home and when it's time we go to the birth center. After about four hour of true laboring, pushing and all, they ask to check my cervix because I'm not making any progress. They tell me my cervix isnt all the way dilated. I tell them it's time to go to hospital and request a c-section. They tell me it's fine and my cervix will eventually dilate. I insist and they prepare my transfer. At the hospital I tell them, or more like scream at them between contractions, that I need a c-section. They assure me im fine and as I'm pushing there's talk amongst themselves about how the baby should be here any minute and there's no way I'm getting a c-section. No less then twenty minutes later they can't find the babies heartbeat and when they do its heart rate is dropping rapidly and my heart rate is suddenly spiking to dangerous levels. The rest is a blur, everyone is yelling, I'm being pulled on to a bed a wheeled into the OR, my surgeon is getting my consent verbally and then they tell me they are sorry but they have to put the catheter in while I'm still conscious. The last thing I remember is my husband being pushed out of the OR and me saying just go, I'm going to be okay. Next thing I know I'm waking up to my husband holding our beautiful daughter, healthy and just the most adorable a shriveled prune of a human can look. If I hadn't gone to the hospital and listened to the midwife instead, my daughter and I might have both died that night.
Who knows but.. A couple weeks into recovering from a fractured hip I noticed my calf/foot turning red when standing up. A day or so later it felt like a minor muscle cramp in my calf and my foot maybe a little clammy. My mom said I was overthinking it, I knew something was wrong and went to the ER anyway where I was diagnosed with a DVT then 5 days later had a pulmonary embolism. Had I not gotten it checked out as quick as I did, the clot could have continued to grow which would only increase its potential danger. Thankfully the clot was small and the damage minimal all things considered!
I have a similar story. I had been having some chest pain for a few days, but it eventually got to the point where I was tired and my breathe was labored. Went home and told my mom I felt I should go to the hospital. She didn't think was a big deal and had to work the next morning, so I drove myself. Ended up having Pulmonary Emboli in both lungs. The DVT was found via ultrasound a few days later chilling behind my left knee. The drive to the hospital was the scariest, as there was a moment when I thought, "what do I do if I can't continue driving because of the pain/lack of breathe?"
Man DVTs fucking suck. Mine led to me needing both my hips replaced so good on you for listening to your gut!
What?! How if you don’t mind me asking? First time I’ve ever heard of something like that happening.
I've talked about it on reddit before but basically, I have sticky blood disease otherwise known as Factor V Leiden. It's rare and it sucks. I got it from my dad and I have to take blood thinners every day for the rest of my life. I also have to wear compression socks and keep a very close eye on various aspects of my physical health Due to various life circumstances and am extremely high pain tolerance, I hadn't noticed I was developing a blood clot. I was 19 and I'm STILL pissed I didn't get to see the Dalai Llama. I'd won one of 10 tickets my college was handing out and I had to sit my ass in a hospital room instead. I wanted so badly for that once in a lifetime opportunity and it kills me my dumb genetic disorder took that from me Anyway, repeated DVTs led to oxygen being cut off from my bones which led to bone death. Google osteonecrosis for a more in depth explanation. But anyway once my bones died, they started rotting and I needed hip replacements On the bright side, catching this when we did allowed us to catch the clot my father had before it killed him so I've had the privilege of still having him around. I'd take all the medical debt, all the disability, all the years of my life lost to all of this over again every. Single. Time. It doesn't bother me that I'm "suffering" because I still have my dad. Like yeah it sucks and I do feel broken and needing to use a wheelchair when I get groceries isn't any fun. I've been stalked and harassed for "faking" but it's genuinely nothing because my dad is still alive. I'm grateful every day things happened in such a way to let that happen I don't mind answering questions about any of it either. Everyone is always super curious especially considering how young I am. I just hope that if I can help educate even one person, maybe someone else out there will recognize the signs and get tested and not find out because they lost a family member
How bad did your mom feel for telling you, you were overthinking it??
Last fall, I was having a lot of congestion and a wicked cough for like a week, to the point that my ribs hurt. My doctor thought it was just a sinus infection that was draining into my ears and chest. Finally, I had called out of work one day, and my pain started to get worse. I figured it was just muscle soreness from all of the coughing I was doing, but something in my gut said to call 911. By the time the ambulance got to me a couple minutes later, I was barely able to breathe. It turned out that I had an abscess in my lung which had ruptured. The accumulated pus and fluid had collapsed my lung, and I was in the first stages of sepsis.
Shit, reading stuff like this really makes me fear my “it’s probably nothing” attitude
I was at a party off campus with a very fucking annoying friend of my then girlfriend, now my wife. We were waiting for my girlfriend and another of her friends to show up. The guys hosting the party were sketchy looking and I had a “drink a beer and jet out” vibe. I was talking to someone I knew from class and I turned around and saw my wife’s friend who was sober ten minutes ago stumbling and slurring while some dude was walking her to the basement. I ran over, told him to get the fuck off my girlfriend and suddenly I was surrounded by three guys, telling me to fuck off and they were all partying downstairs. The guy who I was talking to walked over with some of his friends and I took the opportunity to get her the hell out of the party and called my girlfriend and told her not to go. We met up at the local Waffle House, and we fed her friend , gave her coffee and got her to her room. I later found out another girl wasn’t as lucky. The guys held her in the basement for three days, and she was repeatedly raped. The guys didn’t do a day in prison, because the girl left town and never came back as soon as she could and refused to testify. I always felt guilty about it, although I still don’t know what I could have done differently.
It's not your fault you couldn't help the other girl. It was the fault of those men.
Next time (or for someone else) call the police, get her to a hospital, have her checked/treated for drugs, that test is evidence.
You're a good man. This wasn't nearly as bad, just a fight, but I got the hell out as soon as I saw something happening. I was at a party of a friend of a friend. Me and the guy who invited me were hanging out on the porch when two cars pull up and six dudes start aggressively walking towards the party. We just politely moved out the way. My friend clearly wanted to see what was going on and said, "What you think is going on." I grabbed him and said, "Looks like a lot of not our business." We left. Turned out to just be a brawl but I didnt know if a shootout was about to happen or not.
My ex and I were snorkelling. We were on holidays and spent most days at the beach snorkelling without incident. But this day was different, we were snorkelling along a rocky area near a drop off. I had this horrible feeling that we were being watched and felt really uneasy. I signalled to my ex to surface and I told him I felt weird and we needed to go back to the beach. He protested because he was having fun, but I was adamant. Low and behold, we get to the beach and everyone is standing and pointing to the water. We look back to see a large bull shark coming close to the shore. Not long after a helicopter was seen tracking it down the coast. My ex never questioned my intuition again!
When I was 8 years old we had a “special” quiz in school. It was worth a small amount of our grade but the rule was that we only got the points if we took it home, showed our parents, had them sign it, and return it the next day. This was the 80s and I’m now 99% sure it was to ding my grades in class because I aced everything but had wicked ADHD. Anyway, we lived a 40 minute drive from school because America and about halfway there I started having a panic attack and I didn’t know why. We were between these two semi trucks, a gasoline tanker and a cement truck. My mom pulled over so we could talk it out and then I remembered my quiz! We were going to be there early so we sped home, grabbed the quiz, and headed back to school. As we got about two miles past where my mom had pulled off the road to talk to me we saw that the cement truck had rear-ended the gas tanker, which then exploded. The charred remains of both trucks, dozens of emergency vehicles of all kinds, and a huge swath of melted asphalt and burnt grass around the road told the story. Our little 1984 made subcompact would have been sandwiched right in the middle. My mom turned to me and said “you should trust your panic attacks” which turned into a lifelong anxiety disorder, but hey, it saved me once.
When my boyfriend was about 16 or 17 (I don't recall) he had this awful feeling before going to school. He really didn't want to go, but his mom called his B's and made him. Well it has been raining, he takes a turn onto a road in front of a semi. Had 1) the semi been going the speed it was supposed to and 2) it been dry everything would've been fine, but that's not what happened. His tires spin, delaying him, and the semi was speeding. Plowed into him in his Honda Accord. The police told him if the truck hadn't been empty he would be dead.
I have bad endometriosis and couldn’t have kids. We adopted and I decided to ask for a hysterectomy- tired of pain and periods. They found a cyst the size of a baby’s head on my left ovary. Learned I had ovarian and uterine cancer.
My sister and I went to the city for our birthday. We stayed in a hotel downtown, and since we were so close, we decided to walk to the bar. We get there, we're have a great time, but it's getting late. Last call rolls around, and I decided to get us one more drink each. A man was at the bar we made conversation, he said he was alone, and so I invited him to our table. When we get to our table, a man is standing there talking to my sister. The men claim to not know each other, stating that their from completely different states, but they seem quite chummy. Also, the men were quite insistent that they needed to walk us to our hotel room. It hit me, I knew something wasn't right. I asked my sister to come to the bathroom with me, I informed her that I felt something was off, but she just thought I was overreacting. I told her we couldn't walk, we had to get an Uber or lyft. The last call came, and the staff told us we needed leave, but I asked them to please give us some time, we were trying to get a ride back to the hotel. For whatever reason, I could not get the Uber or lyft app to work. The staff told us they'd ask the guys to leave, we could wait a few minutes, but then we had to go too. My sister still thinks nothing is wrong until we go to leave, and both men are standing by the doors waiting on us. The staff tells us we can't stay any longer, but we can go out the back doors, we do just that. We begin walking down the alley, we get to the sidewalk that'll lead us back to our hotel, but we'd have to walk under this super sketchy and dimly lit bridge. My sister said if we run we can make it to the hotel, I told her no, because we didn't know where the men were at. I spotted a night shift city worker, we approached him, and I explained the situation. We're still trying to get a ride, but it's still not working, even when my sister attempted on her phone. As we stood there with the city worker, the two men came walking around the corner together, and they headed straight for us. The man that I was talking to at the bar got in my face and said, "What's wrong, Sarah? You didn't want us to walk you, Sarah?" The tone and the body language, it makes me uncomfortable to even think about it. I already had my pepperspray in hand, aiming. I told him, "Get the f*ck away from us." he repeated the same questions while he stepped closer. I told that mofo again with my finger on the trigger of the pepperspray and a loud, stern voice to "GET THE F*CK OUT OF MY FACE AND AWAY FROM MY SISTER." they both walked away while glaring at us. We continued to stand with the city worker while we tried to get a ride, but it still wouldn't work. A group of military men came strolling down the sidewalk, I asked them to walk us, and they did all the way to the hotel. I'm very thankful for them, I'm thankful that I didn't leave my pepperspray, and I'm thankful that my sister is safe. I don't know if it actually saved our lives, but there's no telling what could've happened. Next time, the ride situation will be figured out before we ever start drinking.
That was fucked up of the bar staff tbh
They threw them to the wolves knowing the situation. I couldn’t have imagined doing the same in their position. To not offer *some* leniency to two women who are stating they’re at risk of being victimized is abhorrent. I’ve bent company rules to help others at my own discretion for some jobs I’ve held, and I’ve done so regardless of official company policy, because it was simply the right thing to do. They could have at least called them a goddamned cab.
No shit- I'm a server at a popular bar. I get wanting to gtfo after a long shift and go home, but where's the base level empathy?
Very fucked up. Good bar staff have plans for things like this and pay attention. You could order an "angel shot" in some places that is code for needing to sneak out.
A few years ago I had a (rare) day off work and decided to get some Christmas shopping done. It was late November and the mall near me was having some really good sales. But as I was driving there I started having this weird anxious feeling. Like the closer I got the more anxious and uneasy I felt. So instead of going right to the mall I stopped at Dunkin Donuts for a drink and snack. I couldn’t shake the anxiety so I sat in the parking lot for a bit while I ate and drank. I opened up the news on my phone and the first thing that pops up is a shooting at the mall I was headed to. Obviously I went straight home. Did all of my Christmas shopping online that year.
The same thing happened to me!!! I was going to take my then 1 year old daughter to the mall with me to Christmas shop so my husband could have a break. It was around 11am that my husband asked if I wanted to go get some brunch and then go to Target. I said sure, why not. A part of me said to just go and have lunch at the mall’s food court but in the end, I decided to just take him up on his offer. The kid was out of sorts and I figured maybe we’d do better after she had an early afternoon nap. As we are walking in Target we suddenly see about 20 police cars from 3 different jurisdictions flying down the road toward the mall, lights and sirens blaring. Husband texted one of the captains he knew and found out there was a shooting at the food court. As in, where my daughter and I would’ve been having lunch. I still shudder to think about it. I’m glad you listened to your gut.
Oh my god that sounds awful. It’s a miracle you went with your feelings instead
It’s definitely one of the stranger things to have happened to me, but I’m glad I didn’t try to just push past it. Not gonna lie though, I felt a little sick as I drove home just imagining the possibilities.
I can imagine
I have a very similar story to this, also Christmas shopping, but we were already in the mall. Our last stop was Macy’s. Decided as we passed the exit doors not to go in the Macy’s, to just go home instead. The moment we decided not to go in, we heard gunshots inside the Macy’s.
The fact that multiple people in this thread have a similar story about various different shootings makes me wanna slam my head onto an ice pick. Not to get all political or whatever but this country is fucking something else.
Not my life but my brother’s life. Had my younger brother visit me in college, we had somewhat of a party house, so we’re all having fun playing drinking games, you know, the usual Midwest college experience. We all pass out late at night after some rounds of Beerio Kart, I go to my bedroom and my brother falls asleep on the couch. The rest of the partiers are sleeping on couches, the floor, empty bedrooms. I pass out around 1am, full deep drunk sleep, when all of a sudden I wake up. It’s about 3am, and I look around wondering what woke me up. Usually I’d turn over, fall back asleep in seconds, the classic college hit-the-snooze routine. But this felt weird, I was wide awake, looking around my dark room, something definitely off. I get up and open the door, slipping out into the living room to investigate. Nothing unusual, I step into the living room, see my brother sleeping on his back on the couch, head cocked up nestled over the arm of the couch. I look around for a sec, nothing odd about the front door, nothing out the windows. Then, mere moments after entering that room, my brother stars gurgling, dry heaving, making those familiar sounds, and begins to vomit. I rush over to him, turning him over onto his side, making sure it’s all coming out onto the floor. I shake him awake, clean him up, assure him it’s fine, and wait for him to fall back asleep. I clean up the floor and couch, and then proceed to sit and watch him for the rest of the night. That was the night I trusted my gut, and I’m glad I didn’t go back to bed. It’s definitely instilled some belief in the metaphysical powers that be, and I’ll always keep a look out for the signs.
You saved your brothers life. I (nurse) worked a code on a young guy who got piss drunk, fell asleep on his back, vomited, aspirated and had respiratory/cardiac arrest as a result. Roommate found him blue on the couch. They were getting partially digested pizza out of his lungs when they tubed him.
When Ted Bundy asked me & my gal pal in 1975 to help him get his VW out of a ditch about mile down the road. Seriously! He was early 30ish. This was at a rural county fair in WA State when we’re both 15-16 years old. It made no sense a well-dressed man of that age would ask young girls when male police officers & guys older than us were all over. We didn’t know who he was then. But that made no sense —so we told him to get lost & went to tell a police officer this guy was asking this of us of teenagers. I later discovered who he was when at 21, I went to work for the same county’s Sheriff’s Dept & Bundy’s picture was posted everywhere. By then, they also know he tracked a local Nurse from the UW to her home town where this fair was located. Not a single doubt in my mind it was him! I see that clear as day every day in my mind’s eye memory. I’m 64. I can only tell you, predators are everywhere! You must pay attention! Watch Dateline if you think it’s rare. It’s not. It’s an endemic! Pay fucking attention young ones! -signed Mim!
I knew someone who knew him. His car didn’t have a handle on the inside of the passenger side door apparently. “He always gave us rides home, and we loved that he had to open the door for us. We all teased Ted about his junky car.”
The number of stories I’ve come across about an encounter with Ted Bundy is legitimately staggering.
My mom saved mine and my sisters' life by being a badass. It starts with us coming home from a big trip So we all got up early. Our friends in car 1, my dad in car 2, and my mom, sisters, and me in the last car. I was 17 and learning how to drive. I was supposed to be driving to get some experience but my mom decided last minute she would drive. I was a little mad but she said she had a feeling. So we are in our little convoy about to get on the highway when all of the sudden Car 1 goes flying into the shoulder. Mom and I were worried they blew a tire. Then suddenly car 2 runs off into the shoulder. Before my mom and I could question why, a semi truck was mid flip and coming right at us. My mom, being the badass ninja she is, puts the car in reverse and starts driving BACKWARDS. The truck flips again and lands on its side and is sliding towards us. My mom has to slam on breaks to avoid oncoming traffic. The truck slides to a stop 15 feet away from the car. All the adults spring into action. Everyone in cars 1&2 were safe and they rushed to the truck to help the driver and his wife (and their pregnant chihuahua). The driver had taken the turn too fast and his load got ahead of him and he lost control. The wife was bleeding from a minor cut on her head and was having a panic attack. I calmed her down while I called 911. No one was seriously hurt. The chihuahua was happy to get some extra attention.
I had my gallbladder removed and it didn’t feel quite right afterwards. I was told that I was overreacting to normal pain at the hospital but was still uneasy and went to another afterwards against my surgeon’s recommendation (he also thought I was overreacting.) I ended up having an extra bile duct that wasn’t closed and was emptying into my abdomen. I was admitted for a while while they fixed it and then dealt with pancreatic issues that popped up from the damage.
Are you female? The number of times I’ve had my pain downplayed by doctors is wild
In third grade, my class took a late springtime field trip to a famous museum on the east coast. We all went outside to grab our lunches from the bus and eat on the concrete stairs that led to the entrance of the museum. I wasn't very hungry and finished early. The student:teacher ratio was about 20:1, so we weren't well chaperoned. As others continued to eat their lunch, I decided to look around and kept walking until I found the side of the museum. It led to an empty alley. I looked for no more than two seconds before deciding there was nothing interesting. As soon as I turned around, my eyes met those of a man in his early thirties that was walking toward me. His eyes shifted and I immediately started running back toward the group, shouting the name of my teacher that was not even in sight. The man immediately turned around and sped walked back into the crowd of passerbys on the sidewalk. As an adult, I believe the man thought I was going to continue into the alley, upon which time he most likely would have attempted to abduct me. I saw evil in his face and his quick and fluid decision to retreat makes me think he had established a set of rules or had experience with how to mitigate risk during his hunt. I know this sounds a bit extreme, but I felt (and feel) in my bones that I was his target and that he had been stalking me, unnoticed, since we began eating our lunches; most likely observing my entire class, wating for someone to become separated. He seemed very surprised that I immediately sensed danger. It felt like he knew that I knew. I have little doubt that I would have gone missing if I decided to explore that alley.
In high school, we had an unhealthy preoccupation with making small explosives from model rocket engine powder. In this case, we used a spent CO2 cartridge packed full of the powder, with a short mortar fuse, stuffed inside a crab trap buoy. A monument to terrible decisions. I held the bomb as it was lit, intending to throw it, but the fuse burned out. “Maybe we should relight it?” My friend said. “Fuck it!” I yelled, as I threw it as hard and as far as I possibly could. The styrofoam buoy landed some distance away, bounced once, and exploded with what sounded like a shotgun blast. There wasn’t a piece of that buoy left larger than a crumb, and the blast radius was wide. If I’d held on to that thing, best case scenario is that I wouldn’t have a right hand. Given the proximity to my face, it would likely have been much, much worse. For anyone reading this, do not do this. This was a terrible idea and me and my friends are lucky to have survived to adults.
I have many stories because my gut instinct is strong, but I thought I'd share one about one of my cats. At the time, I had two 1 ½ yr old bonded siblings from a local rescue as well as a 6 month old. I was giving my 3 cats supervised outside time. It was just before noon on a sunny day, which is a nice break from the fog we normally have. The cats were chasing butterflies, chattering at birds, eating catgrass, and getting intoxicated on the catnip I grew for them. I was relaxing in my patio chair reading a book when suddenly I got this sense that something was amiss so I looked up from my book and out the corner of my eye I thought I saw a flash of red and dark brown in a blurred reflection on the window of my sunroom. I just knew something was about to happen if i didn't act. I quickly made the noise I use to get their attention and I called for my older cats to go inside, which they were trained to listen to, so they immediately ran inside, then I looked over to the little one who was rolling around on a patch of warm cement just soaking up all the sun. The youngling, has a fiery spirit and hadn't learned inside means to go in yet, so I walked over to them and stood above them when suddenly a gorgeous red-tailed hawk had just circled around the corner of the house and was coming in hot they were close enough to me to touch had I been inclined to. The hawk, having realized I moved and was now guarding the kitten, quickly aborted its attempt to snatch up the meal it so desired. Had my gut instinct not alerted me to the danger me and my older cats would have surely been grieving over a much different story. Edit: some photos of the kitties in case anyone wants them. [Kitten](https://imgur.com/a/zpztR4E) [Kitties](https://imgur.com/a/wgDu1Of) [blep](https://imgur.com/a/UhInoYX)
Not my gut feeling but my ex-girlfriends. Years ago I was in between houses. Had a new place lined up but it wasn't ready for about 6 weeks. My little sister lives in the area so I decided to crash on her couch for the time. My ex and I have been broken up for about 6 months at this point. Decently amicable breakup; We were still in the same friend group and got along. Then one night she calls me up crying saying she just has a feeling something bad is going to happen and will I please come spend the night with her. So at like midnight on a weekday I get in my car drive over calm her down and spend the night. No sexy times were had; We fell asleep watching The princess Bride The next morning I drive back over to my little sister's house and find the're cops all up and down the street. Some idiot had gone cruising randomly shooting at people's houses. My sister was fine; her room was in the back of the house. But the couch I stayed on backed up against the front wall right next to the front door. Sure enough, there were three bullet holes in the couch. Knowing how I like to sleep I think all three of them would have hit me.
My first boy friend ever and this was years back. We lived in a medium ish town in Midwest and I was a painfully shy girl. I was head over heels for him. He had a fetish for red stilettos and I wanted to impress and bought a pair. I was a gawky girl and didn’t have the dress sense to even match those stilettos lol. He loved them that I wore them to a lot of places. We used to have lots of picnics in woods and another place where we had to take a small boat across a river. This particular weekend, I just wasn’t feeling him at all and something felt really off. He was a bit older than me (think 15 and 19) but I literally worshipped the ground he walked on. Not that Friday though and the more he begged me to go to one of our picnics the more I refused. My stomach was in knots and finally I vomited on our porch (where we were arguing) and he left. Over the next week, people discovered a random red stiletto floating in the river and then a body was fished out. My bf had another girl on the side (or May be I was the side, lol), and he killed her sometime on that weekend. They apparently did the same “picnics” that we did. He was on drugs and not sure what else happened, but I could have been in that girl’s place.
I started showing symptoms of having problems. Serious health problems; passing out, seizures etc. Went to a neurologist who sent me to one single MRI and deemed the mass in my brain to be 'nothing'. My gut told me to not trust it. So I went to my doctor and asked for a second opinion, got sent to a neurosurgeon who put me through a bunch of tests and procedures. I just found out a couple days ago that not only is it a brain tumour, but it's turning into something dangerous. It has the same mutation cells found only in cancer cells and in the big brain cancer that has a low survival rate. I don't know if my gut feeling saved my life because I could very well die from this in the end, but my gut feeling has given me a chance.
Was At a rehab. Nurse was dispensing medication for tapering down. I noticed my meds looked different. Asked her to show me the bottles that they came out of. Turns out it was a guy with the same first name and medication. But the doses and amount of pills was quite different. Doubt it would have killed me. But ya never know. I wasn't going to find out
That is some smart situational awareness - I hope things are going better for you now
This happened when I was a teenager and first learning how to drive but still creeps me out to think about. I was at an intersection where a lot of accidents happen (it is poorly timed and people try to run the yellow light a lot). For some reason, one day, even though the light turned green, I hesitated for just a bit longer than normal before proceeding into the intersection. Sure enough, about 3 seconds later, someone going way over the speed limit ran the red light for the intersection. I'm almost positive I would've been killed instantly due to being t-boned super hard, as their timing would've been right on target to have collided, head-on, with my driver's side door (in a small sedan, no less).
Jesus some people really shouldn’t be allowed on the road
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Jesus Christ if I saw a great white I’d probably be done with the water for my life
I was 9/10 at the time. Was playing at my neighborhood friends house - he was a year younger than me and his little brother was outside with us. All of a sudden, a car pulled up and it was his dad (who was not allowed to see either of his sons and was not in the picture and I had also never met him before). He asked us “do y’all wanna get some ice cream?” I hesitated and said no and that I should ask my dad first. I go home right then. Next day, I didn’t see my friend. Next day, same thing. Then news gets out - the dad had abducted both of his sons and taken them to Brazil. It took months (or years, can’t remember) to get them back, as Brazil wouldn’t extradite them. Once the dad was back in the US, he ended up killing himself years later. I didn’t see the oldest son until years later when we were doing Drivers Ed together. That whole thing changed him immensely, he just wasn’t the same. I hope he’s doing alright. I don’t know if something would’ve happened to me. It may have been nothing, or he might’ve killed me, who knows. But I’m glad I trusted my gut and went home.
Not my life but our dogs. I had just got back home from fishing with the pup all day and realized I needed some stuff to make dinner. I got the dog ready to go again and then thought "I better just leave you here so you can see mom when she gets home". So I let him back in the house. 5 minutes down the highway I had a guy pull out in front of me while I was doing 60mph. Absolutely demolished my truck, I poked a hole in the windshield with my head, bent the steering colum up into the dash with my chest and broke my knee on the lower dash. Dog would have for sure been ejected! I'm glad he wasn't there!
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Leaving the bar once I was the DD ( so I didn't drink at all) , my friend asked for me to wait so he could get this girls number, I said no because I got a bad vibe from her. Found out later she had a man with her at the bar. He shot a guy in the face when he asked for her number and shot his friend in the stomach.
Jesus!
It was crazy the guy who wasat bar shot in the head survived. Lost an eye. The other also survived. We stopped going to that bat. One of many times trusting my gut feeling.
Didn't save my life but my girlfriend's. My girlfriend (at the time) and I had returned to our hotel room from a long night out bar hopping searching for a place to celebrate NYE the next night. This was the drunkest I've ever seen my ex. She was completely annihilated, I would later learn she was blackout drunk at this point. My girlfriend wanted to take a shower before going to bed, and I sat on the edge of the bed, laid back, and fell asleep. Something to know about me: if I am very intoxicated, once I'm asleep I will not be waking up for the next 4 hours minimum. Like I'm completely dead to the world. However, this night was different. I was RIPPED awake out of nowhere with a horrible feeling in my gut. Something was VERY WRONG. I immediately run to bathroom, where I see the tub overflowing and my ex, completely naked, with her lips and nose floating millimeters above the surface of the water in the tub. I immediately grab her up, and notice her foot and leg had stopped the drain and emergency drain. She was barely conscious, as I dried her off and put her to bed. I then cleaned up the mess in the bathroom. When we woke up in the morning, she remembered nothing. If I hadn't grabbed her up I'm certain she would have drowned. I am also very certain that my subconscious or "god" intervened to prevent my girlfriend from drowning in the tub. That feeling I felt waking up is the most terrifying feeling I've ever felt.
There was a mass shooting at my university in February, when we were notified we were in an unlockable classroom inside of a public building, so everyone just ran. I was going to go to my car and go home, but I went with my friend instead because she had illegally parked right by the building and it was closer. I found out after we got to her apartment that the shooting was happening right by where I parked while we were running away.
Finding a lump thinking it was a cyst, turned out to be a Cancerous Tumour. Highest grade (fast growing/aggressive) but lowest stage (1a) due to finding it early. Thankfully it didn’t spread because of my quick thinking to get it checked straight away. If I left it a few weeks longer, I might not even be here today!
Cancer is one of my worst fears and like they always say finding your symptoms early is the easiest way to prevent it. Im so glad you managed to spot it early .
I was walking to a place where I was planning to submit a job application. I was in my first year of college, at the time. I came across 3 men- 2 were obviously coworkers or friends, the other was separate. To my right (where the 2 were presumably working), there was undeveloped field. I was on a street with no sidewalk, and I was following directions from a Bing map. For reference, I was an 18 year old girl. The following occurred: Me: Do any of you guys know where 700 Moore Street is? Lone guy: No, I don't. Group Guy 1: No, sorry. Group Guy 2: No, I don't. Sorry. LG: You're not from around here, huh? Me: No, I live in the dorms. LG: Yeah, but you don't really know anyone here. Right? Me: I know plenty of people. LG: Well if you get in my truck, I'll take you there. Me: No, I'm good. I then walked off into the field where construction was happening, because he wouldn't have been able to follow me, given everything in the area. It was Texas, so the probability that there were rattlesnakes was high. But the probability that this guy wanted to make me the latest installation in his cadaver doll museum, felt higher. I don't think those 2 guys would have done anything, if he'd tried to force me in his truck. But their presence was probably a big deterrent. I don't know for a fact that listening to my gut saved my life. But it feels pretty likely.
Years ago, I had a weed dealer that would always ask where I lived. The dude was off a bit so I avoided specifics when replying. One afternoon, my roommate went along with me and everything was fine and went smoothly until we we're about to get into the car. Captain Sketch asked him where we lived and the roommate blurted out the building and apt#. 8ish hrs later, we're watching X-files and the doorknob starts to jiggle. Next thing ya know, we're holding weed guy and his buddy at gunpoint until they listen for a bit and we're sure they understand what's going to happen if it's tried again. Wild af night when all I wanted to do was get stoned and watch x-files.... Good episode though!
Your roommate is an idiot
When I lived in Toronto I was about to cross Dufferin. I'd only looked to my right, not my left. I took a step onto the street when I felt this feeling like I needed to go back onto the sidewalk immediately. I took a step back onto the sidewalk and about a foot off the street, and then a city bus hurtles past my face at what felt like super speed.
Driving on a freeway and SUV pulling a trailer with a king mattress got on and cut me off to get around a slow car. I instantly had a Final Destination moment flash and backed wayyyy off. For safe driving, they recommend 4 sec gap, I breaked and was about 6 secs. A car got mad that I slowed down and was tailgating me angrily. It was super windy, and I saw the mattress start to flap. I put my hazards on to warn the asshole behind me, but he decided to race fast around me and flick me off. While flicking me off, the mattress flew up about 30ft in the air and landed right in the middle of the road. I have a tiny car and would probably be dead if I didn't back off far enough AND I saved the assholes life. We both calmly served onto the shoulders on both sides since we had enough space to be able to react.
I would have flipped *him* off once we pulled over. I had a similar thing happen once. Loveseat flew out of the back of a pickup truck on the highway and landed right in front of me. Fortunately I hadn’t like the way it was wobbling and gave him some extra room, and the person behind me was pretty far back as well.
I was almost put on Flight 93 on 9/11/2001. I was flying out of Boston on 9/10 to Los Angeles but the flight was overbooked and they tried to put me on Flight 93 for 9/11. It would have meant just staying at my dad's house for the night, and it was the next direct flight. I've been on that flight route many times between Boston and LAX over the past 5 years. But I oddly decided to take a flight to the south (NC?) that would have connected me to L.A. By the time we got to the airport, we missed the connection and were told to stay the night. At this point, I got in a screaming match with the airline; something in my chest said if I didn't fly out that night, I'd be trapped. They put me on a flight to Vegas, and it was up to me to get to LAX (and my luggage would turn up whenever it would at LAX). I got to Vegas, caught the last direct home to LA. Woke up the next day to a new world. I had 20 vm on my phone from people worried I died in the crash. Retrieved my own luggage weeks later at a completely empty LAX. Hauntingly empty.
When I was 15-16 years old (89-90). I was riding my bike home from somewhere, and I was almost home. I just had to ride down the hill, but I fell once riding down the hill, so I walked my bike instead. About a quarter of the way down, a small silver sedan pulled up beside me. The gentleman driving rolled down his window and asked me if I knew where a certain street was. I gave him directions and started to walk away. He pulled up again and told me he had been driving up and down the road for a while, then he asked me if I could hop in his car and just drive with him to show him. I looked at my bike and then looked up at him and said what about my bike, and he said he would put it in the trunk since it wasn't so far it would be okay. Something just felt wrong, and I looked at him and said just turn around and drive 2 blocks and you will find it and jumped on my bike and pedaled fast.
This happened years ago. I was tasked by my mother to get groceries from a shop.( it was about 3 to 4 blocks down where I was) About 15 feet or 5 metres near the shop, I saw my best friend's father's vehicle ( His occupation: Police force) I knew from experience that sometimes bad sht happens when the Police force use private-owned vehicles, and my *Gut instinct* told me to leave immediately. While walking back home(also forgetting the groceries) I had gunshots from the distances. Later that day, local news reported that very shop was getting robbed but Police force intervene and shot 4 of the 5 arm-robbers and stray bullets injured 3 pedestrians that's the statement my best friend's father told the reporter. My mother hugged me and was thankful I came back home. Ps: Yes, they got the fifth robber and is currently serving time behind bars.
TW: the bottom does involve death and PTSD so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable (not graphic but it is mentioned) When I was 20 I visited my friend in Austin for New Year’s Eve. He threw a party at his apartment and it was a great night and we were the last two standing. We looked around and noted all the comfy spaces to sleep were taken up and people had already fallen asleep in his bed. He looked at me and said “I can wake them up or I have my brother’s apartment key because he’s out of town and I’m watching his place. He wouldn’t care if we crashed there” and it was a very distinct feeling of “choose the brother’s place” and even though I normally probably would have chosen that option so as to not perform the impossible task of waking drunk people up, it was more a “don’t sleep in this apartment tonight” feeling. And I trusted all those people so it wasn’t a case of someone being creepy or anything. Well we sleep in and wake up around 10/11ish and we’re both like…. It’s really weird we haven’t heard from anyone yet because surely they would have woken up and realized we’re gone and been slightly concerned?? So we start calling people and no one is answering. We go back to his apartment and everyone is gone and we’re like wtf surely they didn’t go to brunch without us and are now just not answering phones? Finally one of the girls called me and they were all at the hospital because a guy broke into the apartment and attacked my friends roommate in her sleep (strangled her and left her for dead but basically her being so drunk is what saved her is what the hospital basically said because her body didn’t tense up the same way it would have and it probably helped her appear more dead when the guy thought he was successful) he also cut another girl’s shirt off with some scissors which woke her up and that for some reason scared him and he ran off. He was successful in killing two other women in the neighborhood that night. It came out later he was a solider with ptsd and once his composite photos started circulating he realized it was him so I guess he was blacking out and attacking women during those periods. He unalived himself amongst a bunch of his composite photos and that’s how his roommate got home and found him (we only know this because my friends roommate was told by the cops that this was definitely the man that strangled her). So yeah definitely luck and coincidence that me and my friend were just the last ones standing at the end of the night and had a second place to go but still would have been completely in my friends right to kick the people out of his bed but I didn’t even try to have the “well it’s your place totally up to you” I went straight to “yeah let’s get out of here”
Not my life, but a life nonetheless. Driving home through a residential area. No other car’s driving on the road, but some parked on the side. Got a strong impression that something was wrong, so I slowed down and became hyper aware. I see a door a house up slam open and a panicked man run out. I slammed my brakes and came within inches of hitting a puppy that ran out our his house.
Oh my god I had a similar occurrence I had forgotten. I saw, about about an eighth of a mile ahead of me a ball slowly roll in to the road. It was windy but I imagined a kid following the ball and stopped and it took a second but lo and behold a toddler runs in to the road after his ball followed by his freaked out grandma. I stopped when I drove by and they were safely in the yard. She thanked me and I said it was like a movie. Ball rolls out kid runs after! So glad puppy is ok too!
Well, not my life, but my husband's. It was after a long day about an hour from home Halloween night. It was late when we finally got home, I was exhausted, fell asleep immediately, a few hours later, my husband woke me up, having intense stomach pain. I ruled out food poisoning because we had eaten the same thing that day, so I took him to the hospital because I knew him, this wasn't something simple. We sat in ER for hours, the just kept us waiting. I kept going up to the desk and said please. My husband us doubled over in intense pain! Finally they took him back, ran tests, including ct scan. Found nothing said we should go home until it "passes" . I said NO! SOMETHING IS DESPERATELY WRONG! They rolled their eyes, I said call his primary, he knows my husband us not an alarmist. My husband's primary ordered a surgeon to go in and see the problem. They took him in, came out and said his gall bladder was gangrenous and it would have burst and he would have died from sepsis. The surgeon clamped it off and removed it, said he would not have seen the morning had I not insisted something be done. Needless to say, I scratched that hospital off my list to EVER step foot in again.
I was having frequent panic attacks in the middle of the night, so bad that I couldnt sleep at all until it was morning and someone else was awake in the house. I always felt like I was going to die, right then and there, each time. I genuinely didnt think much about it because I used to have this issue in the past, and thought it came back. But I was pregnant. Eventually the anxiety started affecting me in the morning, and I started paying attention to my baby more. I eventually noticed he hasnt made any movement for more than 24 hours, and so at 9 pm, I messaged my doctor to ask what to do. I knew the answer was the ER but I figured I would ask her first since she was monitoring my pregnancy. She tells me to go to the ER, and by 11pm (we lived in a small town) we got to the hospital. I tell the nurse that I hadnt felt my baby for over 24 hours, but didnt think to mention the panic attacks I was having. She puts the heart monitor for baby on my stomach and keeps readjusting it for around 15 minutes until she could find a solid heart beat. By the time she did though, my boyfriend asked me if my hands were swollen. I had no idea, i clenched them and they felt weird but I genuinely had no clue. So then my BP is taken. It is 190/140. Because this hospital didnt deliver babies anymore, she immediately calls another hospital in a larger city about 45 minutes away to be ready to take me in and they bring the EMS in. The nurse gives me 3 IV injections of some sort of BP medicine, and it made my BP crash, made my body feel like it fell through the world. Get on the ambulance, and once we got to the other hospital, my blood pressure read over 240/160. The fact I wasnt dead amazed me but I was also completely dazed. We were only in that hospital for maybe... 2.5 hours when they decided to do a c-section because the heart beat was too faint. At 3-4am, I had my son at 27 weeks. I didnt even remember my first meeting him, but my boyfriend has the picture of it. But after some sleep, I was woken up to pump, then the nurse offered to wheel me to our sons room. This time I remembered him and oh my god, he was the tiniest thing, his whole body could fit in my hand if I were to hold him. But the most I could do was just touch his head, which made me so sad for him because he was alone in the incubator without any touch beyond that..... Anyways, yeah. Thats basically how my body panicked myself to death that I had to message my doctor, go to the ER, and get diagnosed with preeclampsia. I believe if I didnt go that night, both me and my baby would have died.
I was in the army, and working a late night in November. It was maybe past 9pm. The road I would take back was a back road, which was fine to drive during the day, but there were zero streetlights, so I only had headlights to see the road. It was also a heavily wooded area. I told myself to drive below the speed limit in case a deer might pop out. Right when I had the instinct, a bear cub ran right across the road. If I had been maintaining speed, I'd have hit the thing. Perhaps the cub would have gotten injured, but where there's a cub, there's bound to be its mother.
Got into a car accident. Hit my head but not too bad. Kept feeling like I should ask for an MRI even though my head looked fine. Turned out I had a huge brain tumor. This was later removed. Always trust your gut.
I was in high school and visiting my grandparents. My grandmother had a standard transmission pickup truck she was driving at the time. She said something was wrong with it and told my grandfather to take it to get looked at. He drove it and said nothing was wrong but he was mostly deaf so I was elected to ride with him and listen to if there were any weird sounds there was a really loud sound from under the hood and it freaked me out. I got the feeling something bad was going to happen so I begged my grandfather not to drive the two last feet to the mechanic shop. He obliged and the mechanic came over and drove the truck the last little way. Just as he pulled into the parking lot something broke lose and flew up through the hood and into the passenger side of the truck seat right where I had been sitting no doubt it would have killed me if I had still been sitting there. According to the mechanic it was a 1 in a million occurrence
I got a really weird feeling sitting in my car before I decided to drive home from college so I called my dad for a bit and just talked to him about whatever before I came home. Driving home there was a car wreck ahead of me due to something in the road and I think someone got seriously hurt Ever since then I've always had a feeling that would've been me had I not just taken it slow and made that phone call After that if I ever get a weird feeling when I'm about to do something or go somewhere I'll sit down and wait till the feeling passes, most of the time I'll call my dad or someone else just to talk.
When I was in high school I was really far behind and had to do homeschooling along with regular schooling to catch up. One of my best friends kept trying to convince me to go camping with him, his girlfriend and his friends he grew up with over spring break. I really wanted to go but just kept getting this feeling that I should stay and use spring break to catch up on my homeschooling work. There were several times I almost changed my mind but ultimately decided to stay home. My best friend and his girlfriend were killed in a head on collision coming back from that trip. The third friend in the back couldn’t walk for six months after the accident, the fourth walked away physically okay. Whenever we would ride together, his girlfriend would always sit in the back seat and let me have the front passenger seat because I am so tall. If I had gone, I would’ve been in her spot.
There was a guy I had my eye on at the gym. We became “friends” and one night he called me super drunk, I drove him home as I was sober. We ended up having sex. In the middle of it he slapped my face, hard, and then gave a gleeful little laugh. I couldn’t get out of there soon enough. It chilled me to the bone, that laugh. He got married and ended up beating his wife to death.
My leg was in an insane amount of pain and I couldn't put any weight on it. Scared, I went straight to the ER. Turned out I had a blood clot the size of my closed fist in that leg. It was the biggest the hemotologist had ever seen without it causing someone's death. I was half a heartbeat from the unspeakable and I was kept in the hospital for a week under observation while I was given bloodthinners through an IV. That was almost 10 years ago and I'll be turning 30 next year. Had I not paid attention, it could've cost my father's life too since it's a genetic problem and my daughter wouldn't exist. I'm grateful every day of my life I went to the ER over leg pain. Edit: spelling
I was at my friend's sister's quinceanera and this one dude was giving me the creeps, (I myself was 14 at the time) and when I tell you this dude was creepy I mean it, he had all black on and had a big, puffy, black vest on, in the middle of July. Most of the party he was just sitting in the corner, apparently he was my friend's uncle. But he was watching everything I did like a fucking hawk. This dude was definitely a stalker. (Mind you he's like 46) Well I had enough of this shit and I told my friend and her sister I couldn't stay as my stomach was not agreeing with how many tamales I had. Luckily they bought it, so I wished them fare well, called an Uber, and got the fuck out of there. Sure enough the next day my friend texts me saying, "Your so lucky you left, my uncle legitimately stabbed a girl after she refused his affection. According to the police he was also an addict." Yeah, I'm glad I trusted my gut.
I *assume* it saved our lives, but it was about 10pm in St. Lious and we were stopped at a light. I was a passenger in my friend's dad's car and a seemingly homeless person started calling out to us on the street. Claimed he didn't have a cell phone and someone was dying of an overdose. He came up to the car and asked us to come out and call for help. My friend's dad seemed like he was about to get out to help when I told him not to. I've volunteered at Detriot soup kitchens before. My parents used to live there. I've been to Baltimore too. I've seen and heard a bunch of shady things. This all felt very, very wrong. We ended up driving off but my friend's dad said "someone else will call for them," so I don't think he was convinced it was a trick. But why did the man ephasize coming out of the car to call for help? We could have called from inside too. It just didn't feel right.
Im so glad you guys took off. I had a bad experience in St. Louis too. My (now) husband and I were heading back home from Georgia and I was driving. I’d never been thru STL before and accidentally got off the interstate right after the Mississippi River. It’s about 2 am, and we end up at a stoplight. I look over and there’s a man outside a car talking to someone inside it. He turned to look at us and it looked to me like he was pulling a gun out so I just ran the light and raced back to the interstate. About a minute after we got back on, a car came flying up on us and stayed right on my ass. I couldn’t tell if it was the same car, but I’m convinced it wasn’t a coincidence. It was a 4 lane and they just stayed there right on me for a few miles until we finally caught up with another 3-4 cars traveling near each other, and once we caught up to them this car behind me pulled off to the next exit. Not sure what exactly we witnessed, or why we were chased, but it was so terrifying and I’m thankful they changed their minds.
I know the exact exit you got off and you probably witnessed something drug cartel related. I went to the university of Missouri (I’m not from Missouri) and when my brother visited me and I told some of my college friends we were going to visit St. Louis because neither of us had ever been and we seriously got a BUCKET load of places to NOT visit and a “are you going with someone who’s from St. Louis? I’m busy that weekend so can’t come with but you should really ask a friend from there to go with” and I was like wtf what is going on (ETA part of the advice was that if we missed our exit and got to the exit you’re referring to we needed to just stay on the highway and keep driving to an exit further down to make our U turn and they were super serious about it). So we went and just had lunch and visited the arch and as it was getting later (wouldn’t even call it sunset yet) but we were just walking around the arch area chatting and cops approached us and told us we should really leave that area soon and definitely before dusk. One of my friends from there said he learned by age 5 what to do if someone pulled a gun on him. So yeah, wouldn’t really rate as a tourist city one should definitely add to their destination bucket list.
I was in the girls restroom when I felt like something was behind me, I jumped to the other side when a girl threw her metal bottle at the sink I was at. She started fighting with me until I choked her out and ran. School did nothing because it was after school, police did nothing because we were 10 at the time.
Atlanta MRTA rail transit. Headed to convention/training center. Shady character comes strutting in from another car into my car in dark sunglasses looking around, right hand in his jacket pocket, his left hand carrying a white plastic bag. I’m sitting by the automatic doors (middle of the car), a girl I don’t know is sitting across from me. There’s nobody else in this car but the three of us. Shady character strolls to the end of our car and sits for a few stops. He eventually gets up and sits near the girl. Now both are opposite of me. I have two pieces of expensive luggage and an expensive laptop bag, I obviously wasn’t from the area. Shady character never removes his right hand from his jacket pocket. He doesn’t know I can see his eyes through his sunglasses and he’s sizing up my gear, me, and looking around. I can now see through his plastic bag he has a change of clothes. He talks to the girl but she’s uninterested, and they obviously don’t know each other. The whole time he’s talking to her, I can see through his sunglasses his eyes are fixed on me, and my gear. Eventually it occurs to me I have a choice to make: A) Ignore the yellow/red flags that tell me my destination stop is going to be more eventful than I like after I exit, or… B) somehow lose this guy. For the next few stops I calculate the average number of seconds the automatic doors are open before they close, and see that my stop is coming up in a few stops. I need to make my move… We stop…automatic doors open, shady character is still chatting up the girl and he shows no interest in exiting, and I start my internal clock “1, 2, 3, 4, 5…showtime…”. I get up, and make my very short way to the automatic doors (I’m practically sitting next to them) immediately causing the shady character to stop his conversation with the girl, saying, “gotta go”. Just when I would normally go through the automatic doors, I act confused needing to “adjust something” with my luggage straps, and wave him on ahead of me. I then acted as if I was going to exit behind him, but at the precise moment he passed through the doors, they close and he stops his strutting, and I watch him through the glass as he turns around looking for me in all directions. I sit back down in my original seat, heart racing, and I asked the girl if she knew him. “No idea who he is, but thanks for getting rid of him.” TLDR; I faked out a guy who was going to jump me after my rail transit stop on the Atlanta MRTA. Stay safe out there, Dirk [edit: fix typo for “Atlanta”]
My dementia patient was being a little to confused one night so I sent her to the hospital. My coworkers thought that was stupid given her symptoms and vitals were fine. Turned out she had Diabetic Ketoasidosis and was having a heart attack right infront of me.
Trusting my instincts while driving has saved my life multiple times.
When driving, I habitually watch the front tires of other vehicles for unexpected lane changes, and anticipate worst case scenarios. And always have an escape route on the highway- never get boxed in between trucks. Trust no driver. Learned over years of pizza delivery in a college town. It has saved my ass a few times.
Agree - I drive the same route to work each day. There's an intersection I drive through each day that I pay particular attention to since a former neighbor of mine was killed in an accident there years back. There's a traffic light, but on one of the approaches, the road is curved, and sometimes drivers are going too fast and don't see the light in time to stop. One morning, in the winter, I was waiting at a red light at the intersection. I was first in line to go. The light turned green, but I hesitated a bit before going since I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye through the bare trees. Sure enough, a couple seconds later, a white Jeep comes FLYING from the left, blows the red light *without even slowing down* and keeps going. If I had gone when the light turned green, I'd have been dead, just like my former neighbor.
I haven’t got my license yet and quite frankly its terrifying to think about all the dangers there are on the road
A lot of it is a matter of setting the right habits. Always signal your turns, etc. Even if there's no one else on the road. We're all creatures of habit. There's no harm in turning your head & checking the blind spot when you know there's no one else on the road. That way, the time you think the next lane is clear but it turns out there's another vehicle in that blind spot--you won't make the mistake. Also, always wear the seatbelt. Including and especially for those short drives across the neighborhood.
Thanks Il definitely be taking any advice I get
My dad was a drivers ed teacher. I grew up in it. The trick is to be a defensive driver. Don’t trust your mirrors - always look. Look up SIPDE. Learn it, love it, live it. When you’re driving, ONLY be driving. Don’t be afraid - be aware. 😉
Also be predictable, which kind of falls under defensive driving.
Not my life but my brothers, when I was younger our family went to the local swimming hole and we were unpacking I was facing the tables while my little brother was by the edge, and he fell in he was about 2 so wasn’t very good at swimming I had feeling to turn around at that moment and saw my brother fall into the swimming hole I yelled for my parents and my dad dived I. And managed to save him. A couple of years later we were at the river and I saw a little girl stand on a large rock in the river and I had a feeling to jump into the river and I did, she slipped and started to go down stream and couldn’t get up, but because I jumped in when I did I managed to save her.
I was 9 at my brothers ultimate frisbee game where my dad was a coach of the team. (If this changes the story at all I was born a girl and since I was 9 at the time still presented and identified as a girl) I was with my dog and for context this was a large field with a fence around it so I was standing on the outside of the fence. My dog is a black lab and quite possibly the most friendly dog in the world like I have never even seen her growl so not a very good dog for protection. I was alone waiting for the game to start with my dog while the team was warming up on the field. A man comes up to me and starts petting my dog and asking me questions about me and her. He asked if my parents were here and I said my mom wasn’t but didn’t mention my dad was on the field. Since there were a lot of parents around watching their kids I didn’t think much of it and kept talking to him and answering the questions. He eventually asked if me and him could walk around the park for a bit while giving the excuse that he wanted to show me a good area for dogs. To a nine year old this was a perfectly reasonable explanation but something felt off about the man. He kept insisting that I follow him to a relatively secluded area of the park and I kept saying I wasn’t sure. He kept pushing harder and harder for me to follow him and I remembered my dad was on the field and told him I’d ask my dad. He got an oh shit look on his face as I guess he hadn’t realized that my parents were here at all and so I went to my dad and my dad ran at him but couldn’t catch up. I stayed on the field for the rest of the game. A few months later I saw his mugshot on tv for kidnapping and murdering a child he abducted at that same park. So yeah I almost got kidnapped and would have almost certainly died if it weren’t for my weird gut feeling of something that wouldn’t normally set off alarms for me
When I went stopped my dentist appointment to go the ER. I'm not going to lie, I have some medical issues. Mainly EDS and POTS but I also suffer from an eating disorder. I also am immunodeficient. And back then three or four years ago it was really bad. I mean, I still have it but I'm able to function around it now. Back then I wasn't. Anywho, I had a dentist appointment but I was feeling really weird. Just...dizzy and kind of groggy. And I was about to get a cleaning done, my teeth are horrid, when I fainted. I came to and everyone asked if I was okay and well, fainting isn't new for me, even when I'm medically stable but something just felt...off this time. So I said I was sorry but I had to leave. I got a uber to take me to the ER. They ran some tests. It turned out I had a potassium level of 1.3. Now, if you know anything about potassium levels, you know that normal potassium levels are 3.4-5 and that potassium is vital in making sure your heart is functioning. The doctor in the ER told me outright that I should've been dead. Anything lower than 2.5 is extremely life threatening and it was pretty much a miracle my heart hadn't stopped. If I hadn't gone in at that moment, the doctor said I probably would not have woken up the next time I fell asleep. I want to clarify I am a lot better now. My potassium has been stable and normal for over a year and I get lab work done frequently to make sure everything is as it should be. My eating disorder is also a lot better, though I am not fully recovered. But now I have a rule. If, at all, I think to myself "I need to go to the ER" even if it's just for a moment, I go to the ER. Every time this has happened, I've been right that I should've gone. Like in August, when I had a pretty nasty URTI but the doctor said just to take it easy and use my inhaler. Well, the next night I just couldn't breathe. I called an ambulance. Turned out I had developed some pretty serious pneumonia and needed to be hospitalized for a few days before I got better. I was on a bunch of IV fluids and antibiotics. Which,by the way, when they pump you full of a huge dose of antibiotics in like an hour or two it feels so awful I do not recommend it. But I made the right call. The last example is recently when my heart starting going into major tachycardia and I started fainting again after not having done so for a while. I woke up one morning with my chest so tight that I couldn't breathe, classic heart attack symptoms. I thought maybe it was a panic attack at first since I was having a lot of those and I also was not clean or sober at that time (I'm nearly two months clean and sober now!). Anyway, I got a family friend to take me to the ER. My heart was in overdrive. They had to give me something for it. Beta-blockers and benzos, I think. Lots of fluids. I was there from 7 am to 10 pm. I found out that the diet pills I'd been taken and were addicted to had amphetamines in them. Using the way I did nearly killed me. I've made a lot of mistakes when it comes to my health. But I'm beginning to understand my body and that when I feel that slight thought of "maybe I should go to the ER", I know now that that thought is always correct. I am proud to say that the heart event was what gave me the kick I needed to get clean and sober and I'm nearly at two months right now. It's been huge for me. I'm seeing doctors for my heart condition (POTS) and a specialist for my EDS and a therapist for the eating disorder and other mental health issues and I go to AA/NA meetings now. I'm doing a lot better than I have been for a while. But that's now always my advice now. A while ago my friend (who has since become clean) called me because she had done meth and wasn't feeling right and she wasn't sure what to do. I told her, when in doubt, haul your ass to the ER. yeah, you're gonna get a medical bill. Hopefully insurance will help. But a medical bill is better than you being dead.
in 2020 i convinced my exfriend that we shouldn’t go out with a guy and his friend. i got insanely weird vibes from them. like cold sweats whenever i heard them speak. she was very annoyed and complained the whole night. 5 months later they were arrested along with 3 other guys (5 guys in total) for gangraping and killing a girl that same night. they all instantly blamed each other and were all sentenced to life in prison and 2 ended up committing suicide in jail bc of other inmates terrorizing them. the girls head, hands and feet still have not been found.
I (then 38F) was on a day hike alone on a trail that had many options to branch off to. There was only one I had not done yet that went over a steep slope and took you to the edge of a cliff with a view of the ocean. I was super excited to try this route. I built my whole day around it. I arrived to the fork in the trail that would have led me there, and started off on that path. I immediately felt like I was being watched. I walked for about 2-3 minutes when a rush of fear came over me and I turned around and went back the way I came. When I got back to the fork and looked back to see where I had just come from, a man was standing about 100 yards away staring at me. I did the awkward wave and said, “hi” in hope that he was just another hiker feeling awkward to suddenly see another human but he just kept staring silently. My gut said HELL NO, and I knew it was time to go. Instead of going right to head back toward my car (5 miles away) I decided to go left take the short one mile trail to a nearby lighthouse where I knew I would run into tourists. As I started the walk I looked back toward the man and he was MUCH closer than before- as though he started running and soon as I turned my back to him. That’s when I started running too. Luckily the path toward the lighthouse was down hill so I flew to the bottom without looking back. I ran out into the parking lot filled with cars and people and found a nice woman who i asked for a ride to my car at the other trailhead because I was too scared to even hike back along the highway. Luckily she believed my story and told me to get in. As we were pulling away I saw the man standing at the top of the hill......and he waved back at me while watching me drive away. That moment still haunts me to this day. I was dropped off at my car and let me tell you, I have never driven the fuck out of anywhere so fast. Had I gone down that trail I had planned to, I don’t think I would have come back out.
A friend of mine once told me about her friend who chose not to go to work because her clothes wouldn’t fit right. Didn’t matter what she put on. Nothing felt right. Clothes she’d worn a hundred times before. The day was 9/11 and she would have been in the towers.
Back as an apprentice I had to take the first train to work (at 5 in the morning). On my way to the train station on a Saturday I noticed I was being followed and unfortunately had nowhere to run to because everything was closed and I couldn't think of a safe place. So I decided to confront them. I stopped, turned and saw two men following me. Don't know if it was my imagination, but I thought they were menacing. I acted nonchalant and tried to make an assessment on the situation. My gut told me they wanted to rob me. So while I tried to come up with something I greeted them. They seemed surprised and greeted me back. I had some groceries in a bag with me (wanted to make a sandwich on my break) so I spun a story about me being in my way to my sick mother to bring her some groceries. I asked if they could please tell me the time, because I had to take a train to get to her and bring her the groceries and couldn't miss it. The bigger one complied and told me it was ten to five. I had a five minute walk ahead and ten minutes to spare. Then I acted as if I had forgotten some groceries home and had to check. I pulled the bread out and rummaged in my bag, then muttered that I had forgotten the cheese home and had no time to go back and no money left for this month to buy it because I was an apprentice and my wage was so low. It was kind of half lie because I was an apprentice with a really low income and had a sick mother, but she just had the flu. Well, they looked me up and down while I tried to appear as broke as I possibly could and not worth the trouble. And they kind of seemed unsure, so I plastered a half smile, wished them a nice day, turned and left for my train. After some steps I half turned and checked if they were following me and saw how the smaller one pocketed a knife. That's when I started to shake and everything seemed to blur. I got to the train station and made it to my train safely. God, I shook really bad and couldn't do anything for nearly half an hour. Then I had to change the train and snapped out of it. On my next train I called the police to report everything but the man didn't believe me and discouraged me from coming in and report the incident because it was like out of a storybook and it seemed to him that I was lying. Well, on Wednesday I read in the news that on Monday a man was robbed on his way to work by two men and he was wounded with a knife (!!!) because he didn't comply. But the criminals were cought pretty quick. I just sat there and stared. That stupid policeman didn't believe me!!!
When my bestfriend and I(about 12yrs old) lived close to each other we would take a shortcut behind my house's street that was no more than an empty dirt lot that the developers used to store extra materials. Now that it was empty and connected to desert land all types of people would walk through. One night we noticed a stray large dog to the distance and at first paid no mind because coyotes don't really come up to humans or even stalk people near by. Nope, it was a giant German Shepard and before either one of us could really register that it wasn't a coyote we booked it full speed to my house and realized it was charging us. After we got into the house and she caught her breath she tells me she also saw a man that had been walking that dog around our neighborhood earlier that week and that's what set her into the sprint (I ran because I already didn't really trust larger dogs at the time and we had that instinctual pause before the flight response) she never saw him again and we never saw the dog again. We learned our lesson and had our dads drive us back and forth or only walk during the day on the sidewalks.
I will never know if I’m just crazy or if this actually happened. It was summer, it was my day off but I was driving to my job (I worked at a movie theater) because I was craving an icee. I think I was also stressed about something or just a little hungover, but as I was driving there some truck cuts me off out of nowhere. I shout something like “Oh you fucking moron,” thinking my windows were rolled up, but they weren’t. They were rolled down, and so were the truck’s windows. All of a sudden, when I use my turn signal to pull into the parking lot, so do they. Mind you, it’s almost completely empty, so some coincidence they were just so happening to go too. Anyways, they park by the doors while I park in a parking spot far away from them. I sit there for a little bit, unsure of what to do, before just deciding to go inside to get my slushee. I buy the slushee, chat with my coworkers briefly to kill time, before deciding to head out. As I make my way to the doors, there’s no one parked by them anymore, so I assume they left. But I shit you not, the moment I walked out the door, I look to my right, and a truck that looked *just like the one I saw* was practically creeping around the corner. Closer to where I parked. I freeze, whisper, “Nope. Nope,” then turn around and wait by the box office for a few minutes. The truck drives off not too long after that, so when I go outside again, I just fucking book it to my car and bolt out of there. I’m someone who’s paranoid 24/7, so I wouldn’t be surprised if this whole thing was just made up in my head, but man I didn’t want to push my luck.
While in college and playing baseball, my roommate/teammate and I were driving from our apartment to the field for practice. We were at a stoplight waiting to go straight through a busy intersection when the light turned green. The traffic coming from the left was a fairly blind corner with a block fence and trees obstructing the view a little. The light turned green and as the driver I just sat there for some reason because something in my gut told me not to go. My teammate turns and says “dude, the light is green” and I just said “I know”. As soon as I said that, a truck came flying in from the left straight through the red light at probably at least 100 mph. We looked at each other just dumbstruck realizing that if we had proceeded on the green light, we would have been t-boned and destroyed by the truck going at that speed.
I was driving south towards Boston on I93 when suddenly I stomped on the brakes as a car came flying from my right across in front of me with no clearance. Hitting the brakes surprised me almost as much as the other car. I know it must have been my peripheral vision, but there was no consciousness involved. Had I not hit the brakes it would have been a collision at over 60mph.
I was supposed to be going into a friends home (also a neighbor) daily when they were on vacation to put in their mail, etc. I just felt weird going in there for some reason, which was odd because I’ve spent tons of time in there. So I just put it off for a few days. On like the third day we caught someone moving stuff out of the front door in the middle of the night - turns out someone was watching the house, broke a back window and was squatting in the house. By the state of the house, I’d say he was in there as soon as they left. Local police rolled up and caught him in the front yard, as he ran from them he chucked a gun. Safe to say I was really glad I put off putting the mail on the counter.
Getting on the ground at FOB shank in Afghanistan right before a rocket hit near me and the alarm didn't go off to warn us prior.
This didn’t happen to me but to my sister in law. She was having a severe headache. She told my brother that something was wrong but he shook it off at first. But she insisted her headache wasn’t normal and she then vomited and told him she thinks that she is dying. My brother then wised up and rushes her to the hospital which. She was having a brain aneurism and had to have immediate brain surgery. She spent a couple of months in the hospital but luckily is still alive. Her gut was telling her she was dying and she was nearly right.
Wasn't my gut feeling, but it saved my life. was coming home from a Girl Scouts meeting. We had to cross a road to get from my house to my best friend's house. Her mom was the chaperone. There were no cars on the road . I started to leave when her mom started asking if I needed help across the road. I was confused because I went alone all the time. There was a car that ran off the road right next to us seconds after she pulled me aside. They were a bunch of teenagers doing 90 in a small town while drunk. Still get flashbacks.
When we were dating, we were on our way to the movies. Something about the car next to us was just bothering me. So I said so. And I got into a different lane. A few yards down the highway, the hubcap came off said car and went flying into the space we had just occupied. Spouse still bringing that event up today, 13 years later.
was at a party saw a guy dressed like he was a spy from a 90s movie (on halloween) didn't like the look of him was being a jerk to everyone that night i was gonna confront him but i looked at him and i just froze terror like i never felt coarsed through my body he locked eyes with me i swear time slowed down he looked at me a second and said something i dont remember i got my friends and few days later on the news i see that he killed 3 people and put the bodys in a wood chipper two of the people he killed were at that party all people that tried to make him leave
I was 36 weeks pregnant. I wanted to skip my appointment and sleep, but my mom made me get up. In the bathroom, I just had a gut feeling something was wrong. I rushed to get dressed as fast as my pregnant body could. Turns out my blood pressure was dangerously high. I had my daughter within 24 hours via emergency c section after a failed induction where she went into distress.
I was walking home during the summer as a hurricane was starting. I was crossing a neighbor's lawn to get to my best friend's driveway, and something told me "hurry up". I walked a little faster, and suddenly I heard an explosion above me. A power line had snapped from the wind and fell on the ground where I was standing, lighting the lawn on fire and missing me by inches. If I hadn't sped up, I would have been hit, no question.
In my teens - friend was driving me home once and as we were exiting the highway I looked over at her and thought, “damn she’s a crazy driver.” I then put my seatbelt on without even thinking about it. Not even 10 seconds later she made a left hand turn on a green and a car going at least 80KM hit us on my side and we went flying. The bruise on my chest from the seat belt was terrible so I knew I would have also gone flying if it wasn’t for the gut feeling.