What were the Most Frightening experiences you have ever had?

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They did the same with my former wife until she began begging them to let her die. Only then did they finally decide to perform that incision you mention. Then I found my son's skull with deep fingernail marks, and noticed that the doctor, who had been using her fingers in helping him emerge from the birth canal, had these extremely long, claw-like, red-colored nails.

She could have very easily blinded him, brain damaged him, or killed him. When I mentioned the fingernail scars on his skull, which she had inflicted with those infernally long nails, she got angry and turned her face silently away from me without any explanation at all.

To me, that indicates it was done on purpose and in anger. Additionally, my son was blue-tinged from lack of oxygen when presented to me. At age 5, he was still unable to speak normally. Only slowly, and because of my persistent efforts, did he manage to gain a normal ability to speak.
 

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My most frightening experience was when my husband left me. I had fallen into a suicidal depression and was admitted to the hospital on a 72-hour hold. Before that hold was lifted, he told me the marriage was over.

(Is it really possible for someone to be that insensitive? He couldn't even wait a week or so until I had stabilized a bit?)

I was in my late 40s, with no prospects for resuming my career because there are no publishers in this state, plus my older age was a restriction. I couldn't move to a bigger city because I could not bring myself to inflict yet another change on the children. After multiple moves for my ex's job, my two older children had been to 7 schools in as many years. I wanted some stability for them, especially during this traumatic time.

I was in a brand-new state, with no close friends (yet—now I have an extremely supportive group), and three shattered, traumatized children. My family has never offered me much support. I felt completely alone, and I was flat-out terrified.

I once saw a meme that said something along the lines of "You don't know how strong you are until you don't have any other choice but to BE strong."

Anyway, that's the most frightened I have ever been.
 
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Having a guy run a red light and pull out right in front of us on a highway when were were going about 65.

Also, on a highway in a hilly rural area and having a kid on a go cart come out of a side road right in front of us.

Both of those were disasters that were missed by a split second.
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The first 2 incidences I thought of were also on a highway....

Carpooling from work at 6am on a highway in Colorado in the dead of winter, I was taking 3 of my night-shift coworkers home when I hit a patch of ice and the car started fish-tailing. The guy in the passenger seat panicked and the 2 guys in the back seat started yelling, but I managed to focus on my driving.

I took my foot off the accelerator and steered into the fish-tailing as well as I could while gently applying the brakes now and then. I finally made it off the road, and the car slowly slid down a slight embankment until it gently came to rest against a chain-link fence.

The guys in the backseat patted my shoulders, saying Good Job and stuff, but the guy in the front passenger seat kissed the ground and never carpooled with me again.

The other incident was when I was driving my kids to their grandparent's house. I was doing about 50-55 mph on an empty remote highway in the middle of the night in late October, a few days before Halloween, when I saw a row of orange cones across my lane.

Because the highway was unlit, and there were no signs about roadwork ahead, the cones seemed to come out of nowhere, and I plowed right through them. I thought I was probably going to fall into a gaping hole on the other side of the cones, so slammed on the brakes. The car started to go into a spin, so I steered into it. Then it started to spin the other way, and I steered into it, and I just kept doing that until it finally straightened out.

My poor kids, man. They didn't scream or cry or anything, but they looked horrified, all 3 of them. The oldest was 8 at the time, and the baby was 4, and they were all wearing a seatbelt.

I pulled off the road and checked them all, and we took a break while my little girl drank a juice-box. I'm 100% certain the cones were a Halloween prank, so I kept my ears perked for any giggling morons in the bushes or whatever. I'm glad I didn't hear anyone, because I was really pissed off. I wouldn't have hurt them ...physically... but I'm sure I wouldn't have made the situation any better for my kids.
 

JFK was president and the the Cuban missile crisis was unfolding. We lived in a city in Los Angeles county. I was scared spitless, so afraid for my 3 little kids until I realized that if they died so would I. Then I wasn't scared anymore. During that time everyone in the west coast knew we would get nuked first. Why we thought that is beyond me, really wouldn't the east get it first?
 
Murrmurr said:
The first 2 incidences I thought of were also on a highway....

Carpooling from work at 6am on a highway in Colorado in the dead of winter, I was taking 3 of my night-shift coworkers home when I hit a patch of ice and the car started fish-tailing. The guy in the passenger seat panicked and the 2 guys in the back seat started yelling, but I managed to focus on my driving.

I took my foot off the accelerator and steered into the fish-tailing as well as I could while gently applying the brakes now and then. I finally made it off the road, and the car slowly slid down a slight embankment until it gently came to rest against a chain-link fence.

The guys in the backseat patted my shoulders, saying Good Job and stuff, but the guy in the front passenger seat kissed the ground and never carpooled with me again.

The other incident was when I was driving my kids to their grandparent's house. I was doing about 50-55 mph on an empty remote highway in the middle of the night in late October, a few days before Halloween, when I saw a row of orange cones across my lane.

Because the highway was unlit, and there were no signs about roadwork ahead, the cones seemed to come out of nowhere, and I plowed right through them. I thought I was probably going to fall into a gaping hole on the other side of the cones, so slammed on the brakes. The car started to go into a spin, so I steered into it. Then it started to spin the other way, and I steered into it, and I just kept doing that until it finally straightened out.

My poor kids, man. They didn't scream or cry or anything, but they looked horrified, all 3 of them. The oldest was 8 at the time, and the baby was 4, and they were all wearing a seatbelt.

I pulled off the road and checked them all, and we took a break while my little girl drank a juice-box. I'm 100% certain the cones were a Halloween prank, so I kept my ears perked for any giggling morons in the bushes or whatever. I'm glad I didn't hear anyone, because I was really pissed off. I wouldn't have hurt them ...physically... but I'm sure I wouldn't have made the situation any better for my kids.
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You seem to been exceptionally skilled with that steering wheel and controlling the car? Any special training? You know, such as participation in racing competitions?
 
KSav said:
My most frightening experience was when my husband left me. I had fallen into a suicidal depression and was admitted to the hospital on a 72-hour hold. Before that hold was lifted, he told me the marriage was over.

(Is it really possible for someone to be that insensitive? He couldn't even wait a week or so until I had stabilized a bit?)

I was in my late 40s, with no prospects for resuming my career because there are no publishers in this state, plus my older age was a restriction. I couldn't move to a bigger city because I could not bring myself to inflict yet another change on the children. After multiple moves for my ex's job, my two older children had been to 7 schools in as many years. I wanted some stability for them, especially during this traumatic time.

I was in a brand-new state, with no close friends (yet—now I have an extremely supportive group), and three shattered, traumatized children. My family has never offered me much support. I felt completely alone, and I was flat-out terrified.

I once saw a meme that said something along the lines of "You don't know how strong you are until you don't have any other choice but to BE strong."

Anyway, that's the most frightened I have ever been.
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Yep! Having to deal with adversity alone does build character. It also helps to clarify who are and who are not our true family or friends and who should be considered enemies instead. .
 
Radrook said:
You seem to been exceptionally skilled with that steering wheel and controlling the car? Any special training? You know, such as participation in racing competitions?
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My dad was a mechanic on a NASCAR crew (super-modified hardtop class), and the owner of the car used to let me take laps in it. But the only competition racing I ever did was in go-karts from age 9 to 13, and midget racers when I was 17 and 18 (requires a drivers lic).

I quit racing because it made my mom cry.

Also, I grew up on a farm and started driving tractors and trucks when I was 9.

Regardless of all that, my dad taught me and my siblings how to drive starting when we were 14 or 15, including evasive maneuvers like steering into a spin or fishtail.

Back then, learner's permits weren't a thing. Parents could teach their kids to drive anyplace except on public roads. Most kids' first lessons were on private roads and empty parking lots.

My first several lessons were at the local drive-in theater...during the day while it was empty.

Dad would have me weave between rows of speaker poles at various speeds, so I had to decide to weave between every 2nd, 3rd, or 4th pole, depending on my car's turning radius and my speed.
With me in the passenger seat, he did donuts in the open areas, paved and unpaved, until the point where he started losing control of the car...and then had me do them. That's how I learned to come out of a spin, and also how to prevent a spin in the first place.
He had me back dead-center into parking spaces and park dead-parallel to the snack shack, and then he'd hop out and use his measuring tape to check my accuracy. I had to keep doing it until my accuracy was dead-on.

Dad was dead-serious about these lessons, but it was tons of fun.
 
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I was walking my dog one day, and I slipped in the mud. He escaped and ran off. It was near a road, and I heard a car and a thud. I wanted to die right there and then. However, the car stopped, and my dog ran back to me, without injury. He had ran out into the road, but only had a mild strike.

I comforted the driver, and checked the dog. No hurt. But it was my job to protect the dog, and I had failed. Not a good day.
 
Murrmurr said:
My dad was a mechanic on a NASCAR crew (super-modified hardtop class), and the owner of the car used to let me take laps in it. But the only competition racing I ever did was in go-karts from age 9 to 13, and midget racers when I was 17 and 18 (requires a drivers lic).

I quit racing because it made my mom cry.

Also, I grew up on a farm and started driving tractors and trucks when I was 9.

Regardless of all that, my dad taught me and my siblings how to drive starting when we were 14 or 15, including evasive maneuvers like steering into a spin or fishtail.

Back then, learner's permits weren't a thing. Parents could teach their kids to drive anyplace except on public roads. Most kids' first lessons were on private roads and empty parking lots.

My first several lessons were at the local drive-in theater...during the day while it was empty.

Dad would have me weave between rows of speaker poles at various speeds, so I had to decide to weave between every 2nd, 3rd, or 4th pole, depending on my car's turning radius and my speed.
With me in the passenger seat, he did donuts in the open areas, paved and unpaved, until the point where he stated losing control of the car...and then had me do them. That's how I learned to come out of a spin, and also how to prevent a spin in the first place.
He had me back dead-center into parking spaces and park dead-parallel to the snack shack, and then he'd hop out and use his measuring tape to check my accuracy. I had to keep doing it until my accuracy was dead-on.

Dad was dead-serious about these lessons, but it was tons of fun.
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Well, they proved very valuable lessons indeed! I sure as hell wouldn't know what to do with the car in that situation.
 
The scariest thing for me was delivering a baby in an ambulance en route to the hospital. It was a healthy baby girl and mother and child did fine; I was a little bit in awe that I could do that. The one thing all crews want to do is deliver a child. The mother was 14 yrs old, btw.
 
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The scariest thing for me was delivering a baby in an ambulance en route to the hospital. It was a healthy baby girl and mother and child did fine; I was a little bit in awe that I could do that. The one thing all crews want to do is deliver a child. The mother was 14 yrs old, btw.
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Our son delivered a baby in the back of the ambulance, baby and mom were fine. Son forgot to catch the afterbirth in a bowl sort of thing, so it plopped right out on the floor of the ambulance. The hospital was near by so he checked later and found all was well. The mother and father were both old enough.
 
I don't know the backstory on the girl but I do know her mother helped her to keep the baby.
 
Fear. I didn't feel enough fear when my friend & I were surrounded by girl bikers in Tompkins Square Park late one night. They formed a circle around us. A circle that was getting smaller. Several of them had heavy chains that they were beating against the sidewalk, saying without using words that we were next. As I said, didn't feel enough fear, but then again was tripping on acid. A very young cop made an appearance just as those chains were close to our heads. He handled that gang super well and they dispersed. Then, he proceeded to lecture us on how stupid we were, two naive girls alone at night in a jungle.

Fear was what I felt the night my father died; it was what I felt when my daughter was dying; it is what I felt in labor the night my son was born.

I've had scary experiences, yes, but none as scary as the stories of 'what if' that I tell to myself.

I am scared of the coming election.......
 
Pepper said:
Fear. I didn't feel enough fear when my friend & I were surrounded by girl bikers in Tompkins Square Park late one night. They formed a circle around us. A circle that was getting smaller. Several of them had heavy chains that they were beating against the sidewalk, saying without using words that we were next. As I said, didn't feel enough fear, but then again was tripping on acid. A very young cop made an appearance just as those chains were close to our heads. He handled that gang super well and they dispersed. Then, he proceeded to lecture us on how stupid we were, two naive girls alone at night in a jungle.

Fear was what I felt the night my father died; it was what I felt when my daughter was dying; it is what I felt in labor the night my son was born.

I've had scary experiences, yes, but none as scary as the stories of 'what if' that I tell to myself.

I am scared of the coming election.......
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That location doesn't look too safe!

 
mrstime said:
JFK was president and the the Cuban missile crisis was unfolding. We lived in a city in Los Angeles county. I was scared spitless, so afraid for my 3 little kids until I realized that if they died so would I. Then I wasn't scared anymore. During that time everyone in the west coast knew we would get nuked first. Why we thought that is beyond me, really wouldn't the east get it first?
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Good question! Maybe the nuclear attack would be timed so that all significant targets would get hit simultaneously or only seconds apart so that one region would be unable to warn the other in time for an effective defense? Although the USA early alert system would detect the missiles before they reach us anyway and a counter attack from our nuclear subs would ensue. In any case, here is a video which enumerates Russia's primary targets in case of a nuclear War. I don't see California being given any special attention.


Curiously, Alaska and Puerto Rico are not mentioned.


BTW The second video does mention Los Angeles.
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