Ever look back and see where God had to be protecting you?

[huntsman53]

Anyone have an NDE? I had one in Viet Nam. It was the best 'treasure' I ever 'found', but after 50 years I still don't know what I'm supposed to do with it (actually I do). Semper Fi, God.

Yes and it was going to be my last post about my experiences that without the grace of God, I would not have survived but since you asked, here is my NDE!

It's funny but something this significant, you would think that I would never forget the date and I didn't for awhile. However, for whatever reason (alzheimers, dementia or just plan old CRS disease) I can only recall the year and what day of the week. One late Friday night in 2017, we (my two daughters that live with me and my 5 grandkids) were up late watching movies on the internet. My oldest daughter and second oldest grandson went to Little Caesars and picked up 4 pizzas and some sodas since we had not eaten anything that afternoon or evening. Well, it was about 11:00 PM and although I knew that the pizza and sodas might cause me to have acid reflux, I was starved and woofed down 4 pieces of pizza and a couple of glasses of soda. The movie that we were watching ended shortly after we ate, so I decided to go to bed. Now, normally I will take some Baking Soda in a glass of water if I eat too late to help prevent the acid reflux but for some reason, I did not that night. I went to sleep on my left side as I normally do to also help prevent the acid reflux and also because in April 2013, I had 4 Low Oxygen Event Heart Attacks because I had slept on my right side and my oxygen got restricted due to scar tissue from a Sinus Surgery I had in 2010. I slept just fine but all that changed at about 6:00 AM the next morning. Sometime during the night, I rolled over onto my right side and I suffered acid reflux which I aspirated into my' lungs. I was woken up by the brightest white light that I could ever imagine or describe with a loud trumpet sound blaring in my' head and a loud voice saying "You are dying, you are dying, you are dying" over and over. When I arose from my' bed, I could not breath and was gasping to get even the tiniest bit of air into my' lungs. I literally jumped straight out of bed and then doubled over with my arms under my ribs trying to force the reflux out of my lungs and throat. It must have taken a full minute to finally get a little air into my' lungs which enabled me to get more of the reflux out of my' lungs and throat and more air in. After about another minute, I had finally gotten a full breath of air and was coughing like crazy to get any remaining reflux out of my' lungs and throat. Being able to breathe again, I sat down on the side of the bed and it took me well over 30 minutes to recoup from what had happened as all of my energy had been drained. While still sitting on the side of the bed, my middle daughter who was still up, came into my' bedroom to check on me but if I had been unable to get the reflux out and get some air, I would have been long dead before she came to my bedroom. While I have gone over and over the event in my' head to make sense of it, I can only leave you with what I believe. When I aspirated the acid reflux, I was on the verge of dying and was seeing the bright light from the other side, the Angels were blowing their' trumpets to wake me and my Guardian Angel was warning me that I was dying. Although some folks get a message or revelation of what they need to do when they experience an NDE, I cannot recall haven gotten a message or revelation whatsoever.

 

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Yes and it was going to be my last post about my experiences that without the grace of God, I would not have survived but since you asked, here is my NDE!

It's funny but something this significant, you would think that I would never forget the date and I didn't for awhile. However, for whatever reason (alzheimers, dementia or just plan old CRS disease) I can only recall the year and what day of the week. One late Friday night in 2017, we (my two daughters that live with me and my 5 grandkids) were up late watching movies on the internet. My oldest daughter and second oldest grandson went to Little Caesars and picked up 4 pizzas and some sodas since we had not eaten anything that afternoon or evening. Well, it was about 11:00 PM and although I knew that the pizza and sodas might cause me to have acid reflux, I was starved and woofed down 4 pieces of pizza and a couple of glasses of soda. The movie that we were watching ended shortly after we ate, so I decided to go to bed. Now, normally I will take some Baking Soda in a glass of water if I eat too late to help prevent the acid reflux but for some reason, I did not that night. I went to sleep on my left side as I normally do to also help prevent the acid reflux and also because in April 2013, I had 4 Low Oxygen Event Heart Attacks because I had slept on my right side and my oxygen got restricted due to scar tissue from a Sinus Surgery I had in 2010. I slept just fine but all that changed at about 6:00 AM the next morning. Sometime during the night, I rolled over onto my right side and I suffered acid reflux which I aspirated into my' lungs. I was woken up by the brightest white light that I could ever imagine or describe with a loud trumpet sound blaring in my' head and a loud voice saying "You are dying, you are dying, you are dying" over and over. When I arose from my' bed, I could not breath and was gasping to get even the tiniest bit of air into my' lungs. I literally jumped straight out of bed and then doubled over with my arms under my ribs trying to force the reflux out of my lungs and throat. It must have taken a full minute to finally get a little air into my' lungs which enabled me to get more of the reflux out of my' lungs and throat and more air in. After about another minute, I had finally gotten a full breath of air and was coughing like crazy to get any remaining reflux out of my' lungs and throat. Being able to breathe again, I sat down on the side of the bed and it took me well over 30 minutes to recoup from what had happened as all of my energy had been drained. While still sitting on the side of the bed, my middle daughter who was still up, came into my' bedroom to check on me but if I had been unable to get the reflux out and get some air, I would have been long dead before she came to my bedroom. While I have gone over and over the event in my' head to make sense of it, I can only leave you with what I believe. When I aspirated the acid reflux, I was on the verge of dying and was seeing the bright light from the other side, the Angels were blowing their' trumpets to wake me and my Guardian Angel was warning me that I was dying. Although some folks get a message or revelation of what they need to do when they experience an NDE, I cannot recall haven gotten a message or revelation whatsoever.

Can totally relate to your story. Suffered for years with extreme muscle pain. turned out to be an extreme case of sleep apnea. I would quit breathing for over 3 minutes at a time. had sleep test and confirmed this. was waiting on the cpap machine to be delivered (2 weeks later). 3 times after not breathing for 3 minutes, had acid reflux. it woke me up to not being able to breath, couldn't get a breath for nothing and was about to pass out. made myself calm down and relax and finally got this little whiff of air, then knew that I would make it. I had to push my wife away to get her to leave me alone so that I could relax and try to breath. Then it was a waiting game for the machine to get here. muscle problem went away with use of machine as did the other problem. That was what killed Reggie White, football star, he wouldn't wear his mask. Also why I had so many strokes etc. Sleep apnea kills

 

[Duckshot]

I travel by automobile a lot, sometimes driving cross country. My mother often tells me she is "praying for angels on my bumpers". Sometimes I'll be driving down the highway and notice that there is a lot of traffic ahead of me, a lot of traffic in my rear view mirror, but nobody within 100 yards of me. I might drive a little crazy but I don't drive that crazy.

I don't believe in coincidences. Just the rustling of the leaves...

 

[Tahts-a-dats-ago]

I’d like to thank those who have shared their stories; they remind me of just how precious life is, and how lucky we are to have someone watching out for us.

Thinking back on my own “near misses” I am reminded of just how frequently we dance on the razor’s edge as we walk the path of life. Twice I’ve been told [by medical professionals] that I should have been dead, and there have been several occasions when I’ve been lucky that I wasn’t killed. I’ll never know just how many times I’ve had “near misses” that I’m blissfully unaware of, but I suspect the number is uncomfortably high.

A few that I do recall….

When I was very young my parents were quite poor — just starting out on their own and living on a small ranch. My father ran cattle, worked a job in town, and farmed a bit. He also “broke” wild horses for others — although he insists to this day that he “gentled them” - as a result we usually had several wild horses in the corral.

My memory of the event is spotty at best (I was about 2 years old at the time).

The kitchen window faced the back yard (which was fenced in) and my mother would let me play in the sandbox while she did dishes and watched me from the window. She wasn’t more than 15 feet away from me and had turned her head from the window only for an instant.

When she looked back the gate was open and I was nowhere in sight. When she ran outside to find me she discovered me standing underneath the wild horses (they were in a group by the tank — drinking) “tickling” the belly of the largest horse with a nail that I had found.

The horses were stamping their feet, kicking a bit, and whisking their tails about — as horses do when flies are bothering them. These were not horses that are used to being near humans; it wasn’t uncommon for them to go on the offensive when an adult entered the corral and killing a two year old kid would’ve taken just one kick.

Somehow my mother managed to get into the corral, grab me from underneath the horses, and exit the corral without getting kicked herself. Sixty years later and my mother still gets visibly upset when she talks about that — although she does find humor in teasing me for saying “dickle, dickle, dickle” as I scratched the stomach of the horse I was under.

…..

Same ranch house, about one year later.

I’m outside again (I have always loved the outdoors) playing in the sandbox.

My mother goes to the door and calls me to come inside. I’m standing near the fence and come running down the sidewalk — when I suddenly trip and fall.

My mother runs to get me; expecting me to be crying and upset, but not hurt otherwise. When she picks me up I am bawling something fierce and there’s a large nail sticking out from the center of my forehead — with blood flowing down.

Apparently I had found another nail and stuck it in the crack of the sidewalk (who knows why). When I tripped I face-planted right on the nail that was sticking up from the crack in the sidewalk — driving the nail into my skull.

I have no memory of the nail being removed (emergency room — some 30 miles distant). I do have a constant reminder though — a round scar smack dab in the center of my forehead. It is noticeable enough that I still get asked about it on occasion.

…..

Different ranch house, about 1 year later.

I’m playing in the sandbox again. My mother looks out the window to see what I’m doing and sees me in the sandbox with 5 badgers surrounding me. The sandbox was nothing more than an old tractor tire filled with sand — so the badgers were all within a couple of feet.

My mother runs outside to get me; the badgers are snarling and growling as they threaten her away from their intended meal.

A couple of days later I’m walking in the pasture with my father and see what I thought was a pile of dead dogs. My dad explained that they were badgers — it was years later when I found out that he had gone on a mission to kill every badger he could find on the property once he came home from work and found out how close I came to being a badger meal. To this day he hates badgers with a passion.

….

I’m 17 or 18 and the family is sitting at the dinner table having a discussion. I don’t recall what brought the subject up, but my siblings and I were talking about whether we’d want to know if we were going to die.

My parents had a funny look on their faces and asked me if I really would want to know that I was going to die.

I said “yes.”

It was then I learned that I had been given six months to live — back when I was 12 years old or so. At that time my parents had taken me to all sorts of doctors and specialists — but I never really knew why. I knew I wasn’t feeling well, but never knew what the problem had been.

The doctors had told my parents that I had a brain tumor, and nothing could be done about it. I don’t know if multiple doctors got it wrong, or if they got it right and the tumor somehow went away on its own. I do know the doctors got the timeline wrong — by a considerable measure.

….

When I was in my early thirties my girlfriend and I decided to spend a few days relaxing on the Jersey shore. We rented a ground floor motel room — sort of an efficiency rental that had a stove and microwave so we could save a bit of money by not having to eat at restaurants for every meal.

The bed was a King sized mattress shoved against the outer wall; with the headboard actually attached to the wall itself. Further back in the room was a couch and a chair.

I was sleeping in the bed, with my head up against the headboard. My girlfriend was sitting on the couch watching television.

Not long after 3:00 AM a terrific force smashed into the top of my head — shoving me out of bed and onto the floor along side the bed. The bed itself had been shoved against the far wall (about 4 feet).

My girlfriend started screaming because she thought I had disappeared (she couldn’t see me lying on the floor). I don’t know what she thought had happened, but I do recall her blood curdling screams.

I thought I was being attacked and that someone had hit me in the head with a sledge hammer. My head hurt and I couldn’t see correctly. It seemed as though everything was super loud. I could hear noises, but they didn’t make sense to me.

I stood up on shaky legs, trying to figure out what was happening. For some reason I thought there were several people trying to chop their way through the wall with axes.

It took me a bit to figure out there was a car in the room — about 3 foot of the car anyway. It was still running and the driver was trying to back out of the room, but couldn’t.

A drunk driver had somehow managed to ram his car into the hotel at the exact spot where my head was resting against the attached headboard — shoving me off the bed, and shoving the bed itself against the inner wall. In my confused state I somehow thought several people had hit me with a sledge hammer and were trying to chop their way into the room with axes (I have no idea why I thought that).

I did get a ride to the emergency room. I was released the next day — with the worst headache I’ve ever had (it lasted well over a day).

In a cruel twist — upon being released from the hospital, my girlfriend and I had to walk (about 4 miles) back to the hotel. I hadn’t taken my wallet and had no way to pay for a taxi, and the hospital wouldn’t provide transportation.

……….

I’ll end this with the most recent example..

About 10 years ago I was put on medication for high blood pressure. I don’t recall the name of the medication.

It was getting close to bed time — about two weeks after starting the medication — when I noticed that my tongue seemed to be a bit swollen. I didn’t think much about it at first, but my tongue began to swell to a fairly large size and breathing became a bit troublesome.

To be honest I was more than a bit concerned by that time, but refused to let my wife call an ambulance. We’re probably 20 miles from the nearest hospital and I was afraid that I’d die before we got there and she’d be stuck with a large bill from the ambulance ride.

I did agree to go to the hospital though — as long as she drove me.

It wasn’t a comfortable ride; I could barely breathe, and my wife was more than a little bit upset with me. (I couldn’t talk well enough to explain my reasoning to her)

My prior experience with emergency rooms is one of waiting and waiting — so I was expecting the same this time around. It seems the hospital staff took my predicament a bit more seriously than I thought they would; as they immediately rushed me in and began working on me.

Long story short: I had an allergic reaction to the blood pressure medicine and nearly died as a result. I was released the next day with the instruction to stop taking the medicine prescribed by my doctor.

The biggest shock was the response I received from my doctor when I told her about the incident: She laughed, kind of shrugged her shoulders and said “that happens sometimes.”

That was the last time I saw that doctor.

…..

I’ve had quite a few “close calls” that I am aware of (several not mentioned here). I’ve always operated under the assumption that God had plans for me… and it wasn’t my time yet. I don’t know what those plans are. I do know that I’ve been very fortunate — more so than I deserve.

 

[huntsman53]

I felt that this Thread needed to be resurrected and have more life stories posted, so here is another one of mine.

In 1971, me and my buddy Jess both were 18 years old seeing as we both were born on the same day, were traveling up Red Bank Road in Sevier County, Tennessee in Jess' 1960 Chevrolet to go Squirrel hunting at my' Dad's place. Dad lived along the Greenbrier River, otherwise known as the Middle Prong of the Pigeon River and the road followed the river up to and past his' place. Well, the road was gravel back then and when we came into a straight, Jess punched the accelerator in the loose gravel, the accelerator stuck and his' car started fishtailing up the road. The left tires went into the ditch on the left side of the road but was increasing speed with the accelerator stuck. The car hit a culvert berm where the farmer had an access road into his' field and the front end of the car went partially airborne and angled towards the river. The car came back down but continued to bounce and although Jess had the front wheels turned, the front end was never on the road long enough to stay in the road, so over the bank we went. The car flipped sideways as it slightly nose dived for the river, throwing me and Jess around like rag dolls until the car stopped and we slammed into the roof. After a minute or so, we got our senses back after being almost knocked out and we knew that we had to get out of the car right away because it was bouncing and unstable. We climbed out the front passenger door window, then up the river bank to the road where we flagged down the farmer who was headed home. He called a Tow Truck and the Tow Truck came and it was amazing how the guy flipped the car over, re-hooked to it and pulled it right out no worse for wear. Once the car was out, Jess...myself...the farmer and the Tow Truck driver stood there looking at the only things that saved us from plunging down the river bank into the very deep hole there and the farmer and Tow Truck driver saying that the Lord was looking out for us. You see, when the car went over the bank and flipped over and stopped, it was being balanced and held by a 1 1/2 inch diameter sapling on the rear fender and about a 2 1/2 inch diameter sapling on the front fender of the car. It was like the Lord knew exactly how thick in diameter the saplings needed to be to hold the car while we got out and up the river bank. Funny thing is, usually when we went somewhere, one or more of Jess' brothers or cousins was usually with us but not on this day and if they had been with us, we all would have likely died by drowning in the river.

 

[huntsman53]

Okay, I guess I will just keep the Thread going and hope others will post their experiences that without Divine intervention, they would not be alive.

Fast forward to early in 1977 and still winter, I was stationed in Giessen, Germany with the 70th Transportation Company, 106th Transportation Battalion of the 37 Transportation Group (formerly the old Red Ball Express from WWII). Myself, wife and new born daughter lived in Garbenteich, Germany. I was heading into the my Unit at 5:00 AM in the morning in my' 1969 Ford Fairlane 500 Fastback. It was somewhat foggy and below freezing that morning and as I rounded the curve on Schiffenberger Weg and started down the hill towards the on ramp to the Giessener Ring (a small Autobahn that circles or did circle much of the city of Giessen), I hit a patch of Black Ice and went sideways in the road. I tried everything I had learned since I first started driving at the age of 8 years old to get the car straightened up but nothing worked and I was heading right for a large steel light pole at 60 mph. Just as I was started to brace for the impact into the steel light pole, the car hit a dry spot and shot right off of Schiffenberger Weg onto the on ramp to the Giessener Ring like it was driving by itself. I made it to my Unit with no other mishaps but when I got out of my' car, I was still shaking from the experience and was still shaking as I sat in the Mess Hall drinking a cup of coffee. I spent the next few hours going over the event in my head even as I reported to the Motorpool, got in my' assigned International 4070-A Cab-Over Tractor Truck and the drive to Rhein-Main Airforce Base to pick up a trailer loaded with Airforce Pallets of parts and supplies I had to deliver that day and still do not know how I came through it unscathed.

In my nearly 58 years if driving (I turn 66 years old in 4 days), I have probably had over a thousand close calls. These include being almost hit head on by drivers in my lane passing another vehicle because they just could not wait until the lane was clear. Having tractor-trailer drivers cut me off when they pulled into my lane to pass a slower moving vehicle, sometimes even after I was almost a car length passed the rear of their' trailer. Other drivers cutting me off the same way or cutting over into my lane even after I was right beside them while passing. Having a tractor-trailer loaded with heavy steel come off the mountain at Mount Airy, North Carolina at breakneck speed barely missing the truck I was driving and at least a dozen other cars, trucks, SUV's and Vans because the tractor and trailer brakes were overheated and the driver could not stop. Having Terrorists try to overtake the Staff Car in which I was transporting a Turkish Major General through Brussels, Belgium to the SHAPE (NATO) Headquarters in Mons, Belgium during NATO talks. It took some doing but by running red lights, jumping curbs and crossing grassy areas at intersections to get ahead of other vehicles, I was able to evade them as I was trained to do and was able to get to the 1st Checkpoint where I reported the incident and Belgium Police, Belgium Army Police and U.S. Army MP's went after the Terrorists. Being stuck at Bitburg Air Base in Germany while bombs planted by the Red Army Faction Terrorist Group went off all around us. Having to run a blockade by the same Red Army Faction in a small town when coming out of Bitburg or Spangdalem (can't remember which Air Base we were at that day) with 5 more Tractor-Trailers from my Unit behind me. During live Grenade training, having the other Basic Trainee throw his' Grenade into the protection wall and it bounced back almost into my' lap, went to grab it and the Drill Sergeant knocked me away, then he grabbed the Grenade and threw it across the wall just barely before it exploded. Having an Artillery Simulator Device thrown from an M-60 Tank during night exercises at Hohenfelds, Germany to within a few feet of where I was stationed to repel the opposing force. The blast knocked me off of my' feet and into the Arms Room Tent and I could not hear for almost 24 hours and my' head hurt like the dickens.

I could probably go on and on but I won't because I feel that there are many more TNET members out there that have stories that they can share. I guess you could say that I have had a somewhat interesting and charmed life and a life where a Divine entity likely intervened on quite a few occasions, otherwise I would not be here to tell about them.

 

[tinpan]

Okay, I guess I will just keep the Thread going and hope others will post their experiences that without Divine intervention, they would not be alive.

Fast forward to early in 1977 and still winter, I was stationed in Giessen, Germany with the 70th Transportation Company, 106th Transportation Battalion of the 37 Transportation Group (formerly the old Red Ball Express from WWII). Myself, wife and new born daughter lived in Garbenteich, Germany. I was heading into the my Unit at 5:00 AM in the morning in my' 1969 Ford Fairlane 500 Fastback. It was somewhat foggy and below freezing that morning and as I rounded the curve on Schiffenberger Weg and started down the hill towards the on ramp to the Giessener Ring (a small Autobahn that circles or did circle much of the city of Giessen), I hit a patch of Black Ice and went sideways in the road. I tried everything I had learned since I first started driving at the age of 8 years old to get the car straightened up but nothing worked and I was heading right for a large steel light pole at 60 mph. Just as I was started to brace for the impact into the steel light pole, the car hit a dry spot and shot right off of Schiffenberger Weg onto the on ramp to the Giessener Ring like it was driving by itself. I made it to my Unit with no other mishaps but when I got out of my' car, I was still shaking from the experience and was still shaking as I sat in the Mess Hall drinking a cup of coffee. I spent the next few hours going over the event in my head even as I reported to the Motorpool, got in my' assigned International 4070-A Cab-Over Tractor Truck and the drive to Rhein-Main Airforce Base to pick up a trailer loaded with Airforce Pallets of parts and supplies I had to deliver that day and still do not know how I came through it unscathed.

In my nearly 58 years if driving (I turn 66 years old in 4 days), I have probably had over a thousand close calls. These include being almost hit head on by drivers in my lane passing another vehicle because they just could not wait until the lane was clear. Having tractor-trailer drivers cut me off when they pulled into my lane to pass a slower moving vehicle, sometimes even after I was almost a car length passed the rear of their' trailer. Other drivers cutting me off the same way or cutting over into my lane even after I was right beside them while passing. Having a tractor-trailer loaded with heavy steel come off the mountain at Mount Airy, North Carolina at breakneck speed barely missing the truck I was driving and at least a dozen other cars, trucks, SUV's and Vans because the tractor and trailer brakes were overheated and the driver could not stop. Having Terrorists try to overtake the Staff Car in which I was transporting a Turkish Major General through Brussels, Belgium to the SHAPE (NATO) Headquarters in Mons, Belgium during NATO talks. It took some doing but by running red lights, jumping curbs and crossing grassy areas at intersections to get ahead of other vehicles, I was able to evade them as I was trained to do and was able to get to the 1st Checkpoint where I reported the incident and Belgium Police, Belgium Army Police and U.S. Army MP's went after the Terrorists. Being stuck at Bitburg Air Base in Germany while bombs planted by the Red Army Faction Terrorist Group went off all around us. Having to run a blockade by the same Red Army Faction in a small town when coming out of Bitburg or Spangdalem (can't remember which Air Base we were at that day) with 5 more Tractor-Trailers from my Unit behind me. During live Grenade training, having the other Basic Trainee throw his' Grenade into the protection wall and it bounced back almost into my' lap, went to grab it and the Drill Sergeant knocked me away, then he grabbed the Grenade and threw it across the wall just barely before it exploded. Having an Artillery Simulator Device thrown from an M-60 Tank during night exercises at Hohenfelds, Germany to within a few feet of where I was stationed to repel the opposing force. The blast knocked me off of my' feet and into the Arms Room Tent and I could not hear for almost 24 hours and my' head hurt like the dickens.

I could probably go on and on but I won't because I feel that there are many more TNET members out there that have stories that they can share. I guess you could say that I have had a somewhat interesting and charmed life and a life where a Divine entity likely intervened on quite a few occasions, otherwise I would not be here to tell about them.

Hi ,How did reach the floor pedals at 8 years old ? A divine super power given soley to you by God. TP

 

[huntsman53]

Hi ,How did reach the floor pedals at 8 years old ? A divine super power given soley to you by God. TP

My' Dad, who was drunk was giving the car gas or hitting the brake when I told him and I was just steering. You see, my' Dad was an Alcoholic and would take me with him when he went to get whiskey because he knew that most of the time, he would not be able to drive after downing a whole bottle. That continued until one night when I was 9 when he drank a whole bottle before leaving the Liquor Store but would not let me drive and he ran the car into the ditch crossing the median. He told me to get behind the wheel before the Police came but I got out and walked the 6 miles home in the dark and Dad went to jail for the night. He never asked me to go with him ever again when he was going to get whiskey. Do you want to know what whiskey he drank?

 

[Mother Superior]

Okay, I guess I will just keep the Thread going and hope others will post their experiences that without Divine intervention, they would not be alive.

Fast forward to early in 1977 and still winter, I was stationed in Giessen, Germany with the 70th Transportation Company, 106th Transportation Battalion of the 37 Transportation Group (formerly the old Red Ball Express from WWII). Myself, wife and new born daughter lived in Garbenteich, Germany. I was heading into the my Unit at 5:00 AM in the morning in my' 1969 Ford Fairlane 500 Fastback. It was somewhat foggy and below freezing that morning and as I rounded the curve on Schiffenberger Weg and started down the hill towards the on ramp to the Giessener Ring (a small Autobahn that circles or did circle much of the city of Giessen), I hit a patch of Black Ice and went sideways in the road. I tried everything I had learned since I first started driving at the age of 8 years old to get the car straightened up but nothing worked and I was heading right for a large steel light pole at 60 mph. Just as I was started to brace for the impact into the steel light pole, the car hit a dry spot and shot right off of Schiffenberger Weg onto the on ramp to the Giessener Ring like it was driving by itself. I made it to my Unit with no other mishaps but when I got out of my' car, I was still shaking from the experience and was still shaking as I sat in the Mess Hall drinking a cup of coffee. I spent the next few hours going over the event in my head even as I reported to the Motorpool, got in my' assigned International 4070-A Cab-Over Tractor Truck and the drive to Rhein-Main Airforce Base to pick up a trailer loaded with Airforce Pallets of parts and supplies I had to deliver that day and still do not know how I came through it unscathed.

In my nearly 58 years if driving (I turn 66 years old in 4 days), I have probably had over a thousand close calls. These include being almost hit head on by drivers in my lane passing another vehicle because they just could not wait until the lane was clear. Having tractor-trailer drivers cut me off when they pulled into my lane to pass a slower moving vehicle, sometimes even after I was almost a car length passed the rear of their' trailer. Other drivers cutting me off the same way or cutting over into my lane even after I was right beside them while passing. Having a tractor-trailer loaded with heavy steel come off the mountain at Mount Airy, North Carolina at breakneck speed barely missing the truck I was driving and at least a dozen other cars, trucks, SUV's and Vans because the tractor and trailer brakes were overheated and the driver could not stop. Having Terrorists try to overtake the Staff Car in which I was transporting a Turkish Major General through Brussels, Belgium to the SHAPE (NATO) Headquarters in Mons, Belgium during NATO talks. It took some doing but by running red lights, jumping curbs and crossing grassy areas at intersections to get ahead of other vehicles, I was able to evade them as I was trained to do and was able to get to the 1st Checkpoint where I reported the incident and Belgium Police, Belgium Army Police and U.S. Army MP's went after the Terrorists. Being stuck at Bitburg Air Base in Germany while bombs planted by the Red Army Faction Terrorist Group went off all around us. Having to run a blockade by the same Red Army Faction in a small town when coming out of Bitburg or Spangdalem (can't remember which Air Base we were at that day) with 5 more Tractor-Trailers from my Unit behind me. During live Grenade training, having the other Basic Trainee throw his' Grenade into the protection wall and it bounced back almost into my' lap, went to grab it and the Drill Sergeant knocked me away, then he grabbed the Grenade and threw it across the wall just barely before it exploded. Having an Artillery Simulator Device thrown from an M-60 Tank during night exercises at Hohenfelds, Germany to within a few feet of where I was stationed to repel the opposing force. The blast knocked me off of my' feet and into the Arms Room Tent and I could not hear for almost 24 hours and my' head hurt like the dickens.

I could probably go on and on but I won't because I feel that there are many more TNET members out there that have stories that they can share. I guess you could say that I have had a somewhat interesting and charmed life and a life where a Divine entity likely intervened on quite a few occasions, otherwise I would not be here to tell about them.

Wow.
I am glad you are alive huntsman53.

 

[Ammoman]

Quick answer is yes! When i was 13 my family and i went thru a Category 4 typhoon. When the roof on the house gave way and everything around us seemed to explode, i felt a calm that can only be explained as divine. I knew we were all going to be fine and i had no sense of urgency. My mother on the other hand was a complete mess....I helped pull my youngest brother from under some of the rubble and we all made our way to a standing wall to shield us from the wind. When the eye passed over, we went to the neighbors house and rode out the rest of the storm.

Also...because the storm stalled over the island, we had typhoon force winds for 18 hours straight and tropical force winds for 30 hours.

 

[nomad 11]

i hate to bad mouth anybody. buttt ! now i have to wonder ? all the times i went to see a shrink and took all those anti depressants. he must have been looking the other way ? or preoccupied with one of you guys problems ? cuz i really regret it. look at my life ? do naive ? dumb, stupid or what ever i am really get what they deserve ? i dont think i deserved this. i'm glad for all of you that have a better story than I