has anybody escaped death and how?
for me 2
1, where i worked in london green park was the nearest tube station. on thursdays i closed the books for the week. it normally took 2/3 times to make it balance this thursday i managed in 1 go. if i had gone home at my usual time i would have walked straight onto the blast.
2, i lived in australia for about 15 yrs. one place i worked was in the blue mountains. i was travelling from home in penrith to leura i was hit in the back by a mature lady, my car was sent into the side crash barrier, bounced off and was sent over the 2 lanes going opposite. any other day i would have been crushed by a fleet of heavy transport coming down the mountain. that day it was clear. i had gripped the wheel so hard that i bent it by 20o
to balance it up i feel that once i saved the life of a very young leicester fan about to be crushed whilst me and my fellow rotherham fans were exiting filbert st. i hope that he had a good life afterwards.
As I've said several times on threads on this subject I spent most of '71 in hospital after a coal face accident that was bad enough that I was given the last rites.
I have felt the buzz of mains electricity a few times - one as a youngster playing on a building site and wondering if the dangling wire was 'live' - it was!
I also escaped being taken into a strangers car when I was about 6 - when (a lady with a man driving) said she had to take me to see my mum who was ill. She had me by the arm by the open door and I pulled away.
I once told Mrs Zacs I was going out for a few groceries whilst on holiday in Spain. 4 hours later I came back rather drunk. That's as close as I want to get.
What the OP describes and other posters, are not 'Near Death Experiences', rather lucky escapes. The term 'Near Death Experience' is used to describe the vision of an afterlife experienced by those who are at the point of dying but are subsequently revived.
I suppose my 'luckiest' escape was in July 1975 when I graduated from Hatfield College Durham and left the university. Two months later the college appointed a new medical officer, a certain Dr. Harold Shipman.
I wasn't criticising the post, merely pointing out that the phrase has a special meaning. I tried to lighten the mood by telling a true story about myself, but have singularly failed. Perhaps I should confine myself in future to Mikey's threads on UKIP and paedophilia.
I once did experience the brilliantly scintillating bright light at the end of the tunnel; however, it turned out to be the beginning of the tunnel with a bloody big train entering it. Me and me mates quickly scarpered back down the track:)
I have an American friend who did die in a car accident many years ago and had the experience described by others who have died but somehow returned to life. He documented this experience and there is noi way he made it up.
There speaks the expert neurologist. I think you are quite rude to respond to me as you did when all I was trying to say was that the term had a special meaning.
A special meaning which you then forgot about and gave an answer to the OPs definition. Anyway, it just made me laugh as did your description of me as an expert neurologist.