Post by Caliber on Apr 13, 2013 7:00:55 GMT -5
Just curious if anyone had any near death experiences, or thought they were about to die.
I had one when I was 14.
I live in Washington, and one thing we have an abundance of is bridges with rivers/swimming holes. So, my friend wants to go to one, and although swimming in areas like this isn't my thing, I venture along.
Now, when you arrive, there's a rope swing. However, you have to cross the river to get to it, and the only part you can cross at has an EXTREMELY strong current. If it catches you, it'll drag you out to much deeper, faster areas, and you'd probably be good and fucked. So, the way you get across is walking very, very slowly, so you're always planted on the ground. Then, when you get to the otherside, there's a giant rock with a rope hanging down that you have to grab. Well, my friend and his girlfriend make it, now it's my turn.
I'd always had a fear of places like this because my mom had a fear of places like this, heh. She's not the neurotic type, but the one place she never allowed me to go was swimming holes like this. So, I lied and went anyway.
I step in the water, and it's pretty goddamn cold. I take a few steps and can feel the rocks that are on the bed shifting beneath my feet. Every time a strong wave of current rushes by my legs I think it's some sort of fish, or tentacle or something ridiculous. Once I'm in the middle of the lake, it's about up to my armpits, and I'm anchored to the ground by a thread. You know that ep of The Simpsons where Homer is Mr. Plow, and he's about to fall of the ledge, but changing the radio dial pulls him back up? That's about the difference that was keeping me from being rushed out.
I'm almost to the rock, when for some reason I start to panic. I don't know if it's because I was so close and wanted to get it all over with, but either way I tried to move fast, and that was it.
BAM! The current takes me.
My friend screams "GRAB THE ROPE!"
Here it is, my only chance. I miss the fucking rope.
Time slowed down to a fucking crawl. All I could think was "I'm going to die. This is it. I'm truly going to die. My mom is gonna be so mad at me".
I feel the current dragging me when all of a sudden I see it. A second rope. It was extremely thin, about the thickness of twine almost. It was against the rock, and damn near invisible.
My hand shot out and grabbed it. With the current being so strong, and the rope so thin, it started to cut into my hand. I didn't care. The only way I was letting go was if that rope cut my damn hand off. So, I grab the rope, and the current is so strong it whips my body against the giant rock, knocking the wind out of me.
I was peaked on adrenaline and didn't care. I hear my friend & his girlfriend screaming something, but all I cared about was holding on.
I whip my other arm to the rope and slowly but surely pulled myself up to the point where my friend could grab me. I then laid there and thought how Indiana Jones all that was. I damn near die, and I compare it to Indy.
My friend said he'd been to that swimming hole a bunch of times, and he, nor anyone has had ever seen that second rope before. So, I'll assume it was some sort of magic rope, and that God didn't want me to die because my life's mission was to over-rate wrestling matches that piss people off on the BoD.
I had one when I was 14.
I live in Washington, and one thing we have an abundance of is bridges with rivers/swimming holes. So, my friend wants to go to one, and although swimming in areas like this isn't my thing, I venture along.
Now, when you arrive, there's a rope swing. However, you have to cross the river to get to it, and the only part you can cross at has an EXTREMELY strong current. If it catches you, it'll drag you out to much deeper, faster areas, and you'd probably be good and fucked. So, the way you get across is walking very, very slowly, so you're always planted on the ground. Then, when you get to the otherside, there's a giant rock with a rope hanging down that you have to grab. Well, my friend and his girlfriend make it, now it's my turn.
I'd always had a fear of places like this because my mom had a fear of places like this, heh. She's not the neurotic type, but the one place she never allowed me to go was swimming holes like this. So, I lied and went anyway.
I step in the water, and it's pretty goddamn cold. I take a few steps and can feel the rocks that are on the bed shifting beneath my feet. Every time a strong wave of current rushes by my legs I think it's some sort of fish, or tentacle or something ridiculous. Once I'm in the middle of the lake, it's about up to my armpits, and I'm anchored to the ground by a thread. You know that ep of The Simpsons where Homer is Mr. Plow, and he's about to fall of the ledge, but changing the radio dial pulls him back up? That's about the difference that was keeping me from being rushed out.
I'm almost to the rock, when for some reason I start to panic. I don't know if it's because I was so close and wanted to get it all over with, but either way I tried to move fast, and that was it.
BAM! The current takes me.
My friend screams "GRAB THE ROPE!"
Here it is, my only chance. I miss the fucking rope.
Time slowed down to a fucking crawl. All I could think was "I'm going to die. This is it. I'm truly going to die. My mom is gonna be so mad at me".
I feel the current dragging me when all of a sudden I see it. A second rope. It was extremely thin, about the thickness of twine almost. It was against the rock, and damn near invisible.
My hand shot out and grabbed it. With the current being so strong, and the rope so thin, it started to cut into my hand. I didn't care. The only way I was letting go was if that rope cut my damn hand off. So, I grab the rope, and the current is so strong it whips my body against the giant rock, knocking the wind out of me.
I was peaked on adrenaline and didn't care. I hear my friend & his girlfriend screaming something, but all I cared about was holding on.
I whip my other arm to the rope and slowly but surely pulled myself up to the point where my friend could grab me. I then laid there and thought how Indiana Jones all that was. I damn near die, and I compare it to Indy.
My friend said he'd been to that swimming hole a bunch of times, and he, nor anyone has had ever seen that second rope before. So, I'll assume it was some sort of magic rope, and that God didn't want me to die because my life's mission was to over-rate wrestling matches that piss people off on the BoD.
