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One night I was in my bed, falling asleep, when I heard something scratching at my door. My sister (two doors down) heard it too and she sent me a message asking what that was. I replied that I had no idea and I was terrified. She told me to check out the hallway, so I reluctantly did. After searching the entire house with a flashlight from my phone we found a cat chilling downstairs.
I forgot to add, we don't have any pets and we've never had any, so I was unfamiliar with the sound.
I walked past the Olympia shopping mall in the summer of 2016 with my brother and father on our way to see a movie. We were in a bit of a rush since we were running late. half an hour later a gunman walked out of a nearby McDonald's and killed 9 people. My brother and father went there all the time when they were in Germany. We didn't hear about the shooting until a few hours later when the movie was over.
Was crossing a road and a car came out of nowhere , heard it coming and pulled back like the matrix for one second. Any closer I'd have been dead
Little cousins pit bull was growling at me when I visited last year. She hugged me to say bye and the dog kept at my throat, luckily I got my arm in front and held it away long enough for my uncle to grab him.
I have a couple. First one, when I realized that I'd been drugged at a party in college (despite not even having a sip of alcohol all night). Thankfully, I made it back to my dorm just fine, but the sheer terror of that moment made me never go out again for the next 4 years. Second one, I was driving home for winter break with my cat, and an asshole driver brake-checked me for no reason, and I had been on black ice at the time, so I skidded. I'd literally learned how to drive in the snow, so I knew what to do, and I didn't panic. Until, of course, my right front tire hit the gravel shoulder and I was yanked almost violently off the road and sent spinning towards the treeline going at least 45 mph. I thought I was going to die. Thankfully, my car came to a stop before it hit anything (there was just a little bit of space between my door and the closest tree) and I got to drive away completely unharmed after I talked to the police and managed to stop crying.
Probably when I was born, but I don’t remember (which is probably for the better).
so, I think I was around 9 and I was walking to the bus stop with my mom to head home as we lived a bus ride away from the main town. Now, I was crossing the road to get to the bus stop, and the light was red so I went to cross, but out of fucking nowhere some woman in a red car drove right past. if I didn't step back, I could have probably died right then.
The moment I had my first real Motorcycle crash. Been riding offroad for years at that point. Big ass engine, no working brakes, burning hazard everywhere, but not a single accident. But one of the first rides after getting my license I was uncautious. Rear ended my dad's car, got thrown over the handlebar and landed head first on the asphalt. I was going just 20, maybe 30km/h but the second where I just saw my dad brake, and hit the clutch and brake lever and I knew, whatever I god damn do, I won´ t get out of this without crashing, no way. That was the first time in my life I experienced fear related to motorcycles and had to get myself to get back on the bike the following week just so I don't get scared of riding itself.
A small crash can have a big impact on the rider. That's what I learned out of the fear.
I was hit by a metal Beam in downtown Houston, It hurt but i wasnt really injured just scratched up
I spend 3 months in the Psych Ward.
Becoming a parent