When did you walk away from mortal peril, completely unharmed?

Once as a kid I was in the backyard swimming while my family was nearby eating dinner at a round table.

Most of them had their backs to me, but I was like 11 and an experienced swimmer.

I got into a toddler's float with leg holes.

It ended up flipping over and I was stuck in.

My legs wouldn't come out of the legholes. I kicked and thrashed as much as I could, but I was so

stuck. And you can't hear someone screaming underwater. So many thoughts ran through my head.

Mostly how sad I was that my parents were about to find me dead in

a matter of minutes, and how they'd never forgive themselves for allowing me to silently drown

as they talked with their friends. I tried one more time to kick out with all of my might. One

leg slipped out and I was able to get the other out. I was fine. Totally freaking spooked, but physically okay. I was driving home

from college on one of those highways with only one line in either direction and no shoulder. A guy in

the oncoming lane didn't see me as I was in a small car. He thought he could pass four 18

wheelers in one go and pulled into my lane doing at least 90.

There was nowhere for me to go. He flew off into the ditch to avoid hitting me head on

and likely did severe damage to his car, but I lived. I was drunk and running in the woods

went bam, barbed wire straight to the throat. The last thing I remember

was I couldn't breathe and was passing out, and there was blood squirting from my neck. I woke up

an hour later and walked home looking like a murder victim. My boyfriend finally woke me up shortly

after we'd fallen asleep in a small upstairs room that had a smoldering fire.

After we collapsed on the floor and couldn't find the door that wasn't even five feet away,

we kept hitting walls and corners and started to not comprehend anything. After feeling like I was

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