When I was 15, I broke by back in a horse accident, and by all accounts, should not be living or walking today.
I always pulled low, and had May West! So below 1000 feet and traveling at 156 feet per second, I hit the one shot release, and their by went back into free fall at 12 feet per second per second. Then I went for my reserve handle in the WRONG place twice, then I looked down and remembered it wasn't my rig, and pulled his handle! By doing all this I was head down and looked at the ground and could see flowers plan as day!!!!
I said to myself you stupid #*+#!? This is it! And the reserve opened up and I osculated once and did a stand up landing!! Totally true story!
I remember one time, I was around eight, riding my bike in a mini-race and noticing my turn down a side-road at the last second. I took it despite going way too fast, completely on the wrong side of the road, and almost slammed into a car coming up to the junction. Probably wouldn't have been *that* serious if I'd hit it, but it made me feel much more fragile and vulnerable all of a sudden.
My brother almost died. My whole family took a trip to Colorado. My sister the early bird of the family got up to find the front door of our hotel room open. She told my parents, and they found my baby brother outside in the snow in his pajamas. For the rest of the trip we put a chair in front of the door because it didn't have a baby proof lock. My sister's name is Samantha, which means "listener of God".
As for me I probably could have died numerous times while doing gymnastics and soccer. Recently I possibly had a concussion. We didn't go to the doctor because I kept it to myself. What happened was me and a girl from the other team were both going to head the soccer ball, and my forehead collided with her head. She was fine, but I fell to the ground sobbing. It bruised up pretty bad. The span of the bruise was baseball sized, and it was raised up at least a centimeter. Today I can still tell that my skin is slightly deformed, and I think I have a scar. We applied an icepack to it right away. When I looked up at the sky, the birds looked like they had two pairs of wings. I laughed at myself, that I thought they actually did at first. It's possible I was just seeing like that because of the tears in my eyes though. I was really emotional and moody for a while after, which I know is a sign of concussion. But I could've just been like that, because I found people wanting to see my bruise all the time, specifically my parents, Really annoying.
A few years ago I fell out of a tree. It was tall enough to where I could've touched the roof of my back porch. I was laying on my stomach, because it was a horizontal tree limb, and leaning to the side, picking moss off the side of the limb