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X-ray wrote:Well, I learned from that day onwards that going down can save you a whole lot of trouble :-P
X-ray wrote:I've been thinking about these brushes with death and my conclusion may surprise many of you.I believe these brushes with death are a good thing (provided no permanent injury is sustained). I have had a few of these and I can only tell you that it makes you appreciate life and makes you feel alive after you realise your chips were almost cashed in. I thought I would list my memorable encounters:1) Almost drowned in rough seas in Port Alfred. I was swimming alone late one afternoon and got caught by an undercurrent. It was like being in a washing machine. I just couldn't surface. Only by going further down and crawling along the sand could I escape the undertow. By the time I surfaced I was breathing in water. That's my closest brush with death. If I hadn't gone down, there would have been no X-ray today. That was when I was 16.2) I failed to see a black mamba snake while peering into a bush in Tzaneen. I thought it was a plastic bag rustling in the wind. When I finally resolved the source of the noise (like when you finally 'see' the shape in those random stereodot images) I realised that the fukka was not more than 15cm away from my face and he was tasting the air, his eyes fixed on me. My heart skipped a beat while I made myself scarce. That was when I was 14 or 15.3) Lightning hit my car (as mentioned above). In my 20s.4) Several incidents involving armed individuals.
adz wrote:QuoteVincent wrote:Quoteadz wrote:<---- Argh, 2000 bloody posts, one more and I loose my "Defender of the Faith" title :-(Is it quite tight at the moment? :-PYa, muscles still haven't fully relaxed :lol:
Vincent wrote:Quoteadz wrote:<---- Argh, 2000 bloody posts, one more and I loose my "Defender of the Faith" title :-(Is it quite tight at the moment? :-P
adz wrote:<---- Argh, 2000 bloody posts, one more and I loose my "Defender of the Faith" title :-(
