[QUOTE=crossfire;4495865]I was nearly killed in a roller coaster accident at what is now Six Flags New England....
About two years later, I decided that I wanted to go back on the Wildcat to help get past the bad memories. As I stood in line and gave my friend a play by play of what happened, about 12 people in front of us that were listening to me got off the line. :D[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=NxYxJets;4495920]I work in a busy ER. We are a level 1 trauma center so I get to see some crazy stuff pretty regularly. I have seen stabbings, shootings, pedestrians vs vehicles, and bad car accident victims. The two craziest incidents for me and the ones that I will not soon forget are as follows.
We were called about a hostage situation possibly involving children. About 5 hours passed and we forgot about the pre-alert. That is when the call came in. We were going to be receiving a pediatric patient with multiple stab wounds. Apparently, the kids dad went bat$h!t crazy and killed an old dude, took the man's girlfriend, and his own wife and two children hostage. When the stand off was over, the man had killed himself and his autistic son, but not before seriously injuring his wife and younger son. The youngest son came to us with 22 stab and puncture wounds. The worst being the knife tip broken off in his skull. The kid made a full recovery miraculously. The whole situation was f'ed up. I felt terrible when the kid asked about his brother repeatedly and we couldn't tell him what we already knew. Also, the mom didn't try to stop the dad. She basically told the kids everything was okay and they were all going to heaven soon. She is currently in jail and on trial.
[QUOTE=32green;4500766]Just remembered this strange thing, dont know why it occurred to me.
Back around 9/11 when things were winding down as far as body recoveries at the site and stuff, the NYPD maintained a bunch of trailers on the Medical Examiner's block along side a bunch of refrigerated trailers used to store remains until they were identified.
One of the trailers was known as the "notification trailer"..when they would recieve word from the ME that DNA/dental etc. had identified a victim, the Detectives assigned therein would ensure that the proper folks were notified whether it be a Civilian, fireman or cop etc.
Since there was no hope of recovery of live victims after the first day or two, identification and closure to the victims families became a labor of love for many of the cops working at the Medical Examiners office. Its all we could do to help...or bring some positivity to an overwhelmingly negative event.
Anyway, one day a cop boss comes in to the trailer...and all the Detectives are furiously searching through a bunch of property vouchers. "Why?", the boss asked..."whats going on?".
One of the Detectives says "oh I had a dream with the numbers 5555 in it..
and I think it has something to do with propery vouchered from the site. So we are looking for those numbers."
The boss then says "Isnt 5555 the bell sequence the Fire Dept. uses to announce the death of a firefighter?" and shrugs.
THe Detectives all stop what they are doing and their mouths drop open, as they did not know this.
Then the Detective who had the dream says..." You know.... I saw a show on TV yesterday before the dream...and it was the psychic John Edwards talking to the parents of a fallen 9/11 firefighter whose remains had been recovered.
The parents were upset because they never got his helmet with the body which apparently was important to them, as it was to the FF prior to his death. It held great value to the family.
Edwards tells the family....[I][B]his helmet is still here...its in a cold dark place."[/B][/I]
A quiet fell over the assembled cops in the trailer as they glanced at eachother sideways...and then the Detective who had the dream says "I'm going to check something out", and leaves.
She goes to the refrigerated trailers containing remains, one 18 wheeler after another containing body bags...nothing.
Then in one of the last trailers...she comes upon a small black garbage bag sitting in a corner....virtually hidden in the darkeness behind the wooden racks used to stack the remains.
She opens it...and there is the FF's helmet...with a set of Rosary beads tucked underneath.
Wow, those are some really tough stories!
Aside form 9/11 stuff, the most unsettling/scariest thing that ever happened to me was when I was about 8 or so. We went to visit some relatives who lived on a series of canals in the Tampa area. The second day there they get me to try water skiing. I was told that there really wasn't too much of a concern about gators provided we stayed out in the lake and away from the tighter canals. Soooo, where do they lead the boat? Why, down the ****ing canal! Despite my best efforts to stay up, I eventually fall down into the water. Waiting for that boat to circle back was easily the most scared I have ever been in my life.