30 Day Challenge 9

10 May, 2011
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Day 9
Tell about a time when you nearly lost — or thought you might lose — your life.

This is an easy one. Took place, oh, 1969-1970. The family (the four of us) were on one of those pleasure cruises to Washington Island in Wisconsin. On the way back across Green Bay, a storm came out of nowhere (or it seemed that way to me). There was no shelter on the boat, so everybody just sat down on the benches, out in the open, and hung on. It was terrifying. The swells and troughs (I think that’s what you call them) of the waves were slamming everyone around. I was seated next to my sister and mother, and wanted to get up to sit with my dad. In the pouring rain, I stood to go to him, and at that exact moment, the boat lurched violently to one side and my feet left the deck. I was airborne and going over the side.

The only thing I remember was being yanked by the back of the powder-blue windbreaker I was wearing and pulled from what definitely would have been certain drowning. It only took me a second to realize that the person who saved me was Dad. I spent the rest of the horrific ride back to shore with my entire body glued to his neck and chest.

Since then, me and boats….ehhhh not so much.

What about you?

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Country Mouse
Country Mouse
10 May, 2011 8:03 am

My “near death” experience is one I don’t remember but have only heard about. When I was one or so I got into the kitchen drawer (in the days before child safety latches were popular) that held the aluminum foil and decided to sample a small piece. I started choking on it and got to the point of actually turning blue when my Dad took action. He didn’t have any formal training but I guess instinct took over and he dislodged the foil so I could breathe again. Thank goodness for Dad heroes! ReplyRat Fink Reply:May 10th, 2011 at 8:25… Read more »

10 May, 2011 10:09 am

I mentioned the tornado last week. That was #2. My first was when I was floating on a raft in a lake in a pretty deep part. I flipped over and lost my bearings–didn’t know when I was underwater or above and kept trying to breath while underwater. I was flopping around and finally righted myself, got on the raft and paddled back to shore. Family was oblivious to my predicament….. ReplyRat Fink Reply:May 10th, 2011 at 8:24 pmI have done this! Amazing…and horrifying. And you never told! ReplySuzanne Reply:May 11th, 2011 at 1:32 amWell you never asked! Hey Suzanne,… Read more »

10 May, 2011 10:21 am

I remember this vividly. I was very young – 3 or 4. My aunt was visiting and sitting in the kitchen with my mom, who was feeding my infant sister. I wandered out onto the sunporch and on the railing there was a little china dish with what looked like water in it. I picked it up and drank the liquid, which tasted funny. I went back into the kitchen and the look on mom’s face when she saw me with the empty dish in my hand and sour look was one of pure horror. She scooped me up and… Read more »

10 May, 2011 10:57 am

It was one of the first bikerides on my own. I was riding over the bumpy traintracks down the road and all of a sudden I couldn’t pedal anymore. My bike tire got stuck in the track. I got off and yanked and yanked and it was pretty stuck. (I’m sure you can predict the rest) Then I heard the siren and saw the gates go down. I’m pretty sure I peed down my leg. I thought I was going to have to run and watch the death of my bike but one last yank got it out and I… Read more »

10 May, 2011 2:20 pm

My earliest memory: I was somewhere between 18 months and 2 years old and my mom was at church choir practice, so I was home alone (read: largely unsupervised, even at that age) with my dad. While he was reading on the couch, I was playing in the corner and decided to eat a quarter. That’s not the part I remember – I remember what happened next. He ran from the couch, yanked me up, ran me to our bathroom, hung me upside down by my ankles and proceeded to whack me on the back until the quarter went dropping… Read more »

10 May, 2011 2:48 pm

I seem to recall a fond memory of The Fink, Seamus, and myself hopping onto the Matterhorn at our local county fair when I was approx 6 or 7 yrs old. Being the legitimate entity they were and their strict adherence to all safety and operating guidelines I was able to board the ride, no problem. For those unfimiliar with the Matterhorn: Think of a Giant Circle of Sleighs meets Merry Go Round at near supersonic speeds. Needless to say, the restraints couldn’t keep me in tight enough and as the ride got faster the centrifugal force was too much… Read more »

10 May, 2011 4:37 pm

I thought I was going to die the time I went to go get my special made WWF Championship from The Rock on this bridge in Boston, and he threw me off of it… wait… Nevermind that. I’m confusing my life with “Stone Cold” Steve Austin’s again.

My first panic attack ever. Thought I’d never be able to take another breath. But now, I’m quite use to them, and no that I wont die when I have one. Which is a little reassuring.


10 May, 2011 4:38 pm

I just realized I put “no” instead of “know” in my last post. Words can’t describe how angry I am at myself.


Lars Reply:

Calm down, Kodye. We can’t have you panic attacking on the Fink’s site. You know… liabilities and what not.


Rat Fink Reply:

I will not be held responsible!


10 May, 2011 6:15 pm

When I was about 11 years old, we moved for the summer to Medway, Ohio to be nearer to my dad’s jobsite. We joined a local swim club–a very large lake in the center of the village. One afternoon while paddling around in the water, I got too far out and was having trouble getting back closer to shore. To make matters worse, two plus-sized women in inner tube were floating along chatting to each other and heading straight for my head. I was sure they’d bash into me, pushing me under and I started panicking even more. Luckily just… Read more »