I cried, kicked and screamed at my baptism. I was less than a year old when it happened, and I've never had anyone tell me how to "un-do" it. Any ideas? +5

when i had my 1st heart attack, i started crying the minute i heard my mom's voice when i called her, i hung up waited about 5 more minutes and felt and overwhelming sense of doom. so i called her back and crying told her mom i think i am having a heart attack. she called 911 and my next door neighbor to come to me till help could arrive. +5

I saw a car heading to rear end me in my rear view mirror!! I just braced myself for impact!! nothing else I could do!! :-/

Drowning. Handled it by... drowning. Obviously I was resuscitated. Falling about two stories and landing on my back. Handled by.. not breathing and panicking. Naturally my breathe eventually came back.

I think it was when my X broke into my friends home where I was staying...pulled a gun on everyone, was talking about shooting evryone unless I came out...then kidnapped me, threw me in a car...beat me for 3 hours, I pretended like I was dead...he went to get a shovel, some tape...and was drunk...and then I excaped from him and got away... He almost killed me, and I thought I was going to die... I think that was pretty terrifying... or it would have been my carwreck...where I took out 2 trees and landed upside down in a ravine...

i.. dont remember anything recently.. but when i was about 3 or 4 years old.. we got our washing machines next to the bathroom.. and so when i passed by.. the machine sometimes used to liek freak out.. kinda.. it jumped and made alot of noise and moved alot.. and when i walked by i was so very very scared.. all i did was cry.. untill my uncle came and got me.. then the machine had somehow moved off the dryer.. and we couldnt open the door.. i was prety scared.. but it happened on easter... so i got to eat chocolate.. :)

It had to be the day I showed up for my shift in e.r. at the hospital here. The charge nurse whispered to me that she thought my son might be in the trauma room there. I checked my computer, and he was. He almost succeeded in an overdose, but they managed to bring him through it somehow. He had been depressed for a while after the sudden and unexpected deaths of his eldest and youngest brothers, that year, only five weeks apart. I thought for most of that day that I had just lost yet a third son in a few short months, and I was visibly shaking and could not stop for days. He did get help after that though, and its still a bumpy road for us here, but we all have drawn very close to each other as a result of everything, and I am hoping that we will one day overcome this incredible loss.

The day was when I was nine. My family and I were at an airport. I was resting my head on one of those moving sidewalk handrails. Well my head got wedged between a pole and the handrail for a few minutes. I literally died, I can remember my mom holding me and screaming for help as tears were pouring down her face. Her face still has not left my mind from this day. I can never every doubt her love. While my ex step dad just stood there and watched the whole thing, and did nothing for me or her. Some men were trying to stop the hand rail down at the end of the sidewalk, but had no luck. + emergency stop button did not work, which is now why airports have to check them monthly. Luckily two complete strangers, still don't know who they are, pulled the handrail off the sidewalk and got my head and neck free. Now being 23 years old, it was a horrible event for me and my family to go through. I didn't mind missing school though :). But I guess now I look back and realize I do have a purpose for my life, I am meant to do something. God has his plans for me. I should have died that nice warm day in North Carolina, but I didn't. But as for handling it..hell I was on some heavy pains meds, I honestly can't even tell you I was in pain. I was at a good hospital with nice nurses, and a wonderful mom (who is a nurse) who was there for me. I still remeber my first meal when I was allowed to eat. A chicken leg and some grape soda. haha...and I watch Edward Scissor Hands about 50 times. Ha ha...