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Redleg
Yes that might be, you sound absolutely rational. I don't get only physical strength either - just as you said.
However Islam teaches the will of Allah above the existence and the predestination of anything and everything. I must say that I was given a second chance and was left with the rest. Additionally, this does not conflict with my will to live. (I have to stop, 'cause I just started sounding like a boring mullah ~:) )
P.S. Glad that your wife did not suffer SJS.
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Originally Posted by LeftEyeNine
Oh the toxic shock was bad enough - it is almost as deadly as the SJS if its not discovered in time. She was lucky it was an extremely mild case.
But thanks for your sentiments.
Oh and no you don't sound like a boring mullah - you sound like a man who has had his faith in God confirmed. If it doesn't offend you - I just want to say - God bless you in your endeavors in life.
Cumleten..:bow: (same wish for all)
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Originally Posted by doc_bean
Of all the dangerous and high profile work I have done, nothing is more dangerous than simply being out in the road conducting police business.
Case in point. It was around this time of year back in 2002. Where I work, one of the major roads winds near a large cliff which has mudslides and falling rocks every year when it rains. The road is two lanes both ways, running East to West with a speed limit of 55 mph.
Anyhow, the rain had come again and as usual the cliffside started crumbling into the outside eastbound lane. My simple task that morning was to set up a cone pattern in this lane, deviating all traffic into the safe inside lane. My fellow officer set up the patrol vehicle in the outside lane with his lights on to direct vehicles to merge while we conducted our work.
I took a stack of four or five traffic cones and I began walking and setting cones perpendicluar to the roadway, one step at a time, dropping a cone with each step starting from the shoulder and working my way to the center lane. I didn't stop, but just slowly walked and dropped the cones. A very simple task. I was walking along and just as I was about to continue forward, I stopped in the road for no reason at all. To this day, I do not know why I stopped. Instead of taking another step, I just planted my foot right next to the first. The second that I stopped, a huge delivery van sped by, right in front of my nose at 55 mph. He didn't even know I was there. If I had taken that extra step like I planned, I would have been dead for sure. I was only inches away! Why did I stop? I had no idea the van was coming.
I am not a religious person at all and I rationalize based upon fact and science, but I must admit that it was very odd and I had a distinct sense of a little extra help. Almost like a hand had stopped me and said, "not just yet buster".
So that is my near-death experience. I must admit, it changed my perspective just a little. Because I had no reason to stop, but I did.
Wow..a lot of good stories here. I'm sorry to hear about your condition, LEN.
At first, I read the title of the thread and kind of thought that I'd never had any. I've never even broken a limb. Reading the entries, though, reminded me of a few things.
1) I was walking to work the other day in the rain after having gotten off the bus. I'm kind of used to the way things work downtown, especially after having spent so much time there not long before this incident. Anyway, I stopped at an intersection and waited for the light to turn red. When it did change, I stepped off the sidewalk and headed for the other side, noticing but ignoring the "don't walk" image conveyed across from me. After crossing the median, something tapped my left leg from behind. I skip a little bit forward out of habit and turn to look at a car which was attempting to turn left (it had the green arrow) and only just stopped in front of me. I just kind of thought, "Whoops," and went on my way.
2) When I was young, I attended a semi-pro football (that's Canadian football) game with my father, which we'd do every once in a while. I remember getting out of my seat and standing...I think I was in the process of heading to the restroom, when I lost my balance and fell over the seat in front of me. The next thing I know, my father is holding me by my ankle while I hang upside down above a crowd of staring onlookers. I don't imagine falling down the rows of hard seats and concrete floor would have bade so well for a child, but it's tough to say if I'd have died.
There was also a particularly bad asthma attack, once, when I couldn't keep down anything I'd eaten because I was coughing so violently - it would all forced its way back up. I spent only three or four days in the hospital, though, I don't recall.
In a sense, none of these might qualify as a 'near-death experience' because they haven't impacted my life. I never stopped to think when things happened, I just kept going along with my business; even as a young child being held upside down by his father in a stadium, I only laughingly said, "Can you put me down now?" Easy come, easy go, right?
Especially if the doctors don't want to work late because of the holidays (or the hospital is understaffed) and don't care how the scars will look. I have some of the ugliest scars I've ever seen. When they needed to remove the stitches they discovered there was a 'knot' which shouldn't have been there that had grown into my newformed skin, I think half the people in hospital must have heard me scream, the pain was much worse than what my appendix ever caused...Quote:
Originally Posted by ian_of_smeg16
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Originally Posted by doc_bean
I had those stiches which dissolve into your skin, so there was no need for the pain of taking them out......the doctors that examined me were rubbish, i mean it took them two weeks and three hospital visits to make them decide i had appendicitis, but the surgeons rocked, so did the anaethatists
There's been quite a few. I think I've used 5 of my 9 lives. ~;)
To name the funniest, I fell out of a rollercoaster. I think I almost drowned as a baby, and the amount of times my parents have threatened to kill me....
you fell out a rollercoaster ?!
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Damn right. Am I winning? I wouldn't think so.
Can't remember the name of the condition - but I have snored so loud that I have caused my heart to stop - not once but three times over the last 15 years. (Ie that is the stupidity mentioned earlier because I have refused to go see a doctor about it until just recently.)
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