AMAZING stories

[dani21496]

I got this from another message board I frequent. I thought it was an interesting topic. "Do you have any AMAZING stories? Maybe humorous, maybe dramatic, maybe life-altering, maybe totally amazing “I can’t believe that actually happened” story... Survive a plane crash? Save someone’s life? Something that might be worthy of a Lifetime movie?

Someone posted this story below and it touched me to the core!!!

I thought I would post it here and if anyone else has an amazing story...please share!

Here's the post:

"When I was 17 I got strep throat. A few weeks later I got the flu. I could not seem to kick the flu, it kept getting worse. After a week, I was home sick from school and all I did was sleep.

I started having these weird dreams. I dreamt that I was running. I was running towards something, it was my grandparents' house. I could see their front porch light on. I was also running away from something. I felt like I was being chased and there was a faint noise behind me. As I was running, I would turn to the left andlook behind me. Then I would fall and wake up screaming. The pain in my left side was unbearable. I begged my mom to take me to the doctor.

My mom took me to the local ER and they started me on an IV because I was severely deydrated. The doctor said things looked ok, but wanted a chest x-ray just to see. About 20 minutes later the doctor came back as white as a ghost. "Oh my god, I am so sorry. I don't know how I missed this." He held up my x-ray and my whole left lung was white. It was completely filled with fluid. I was rushed to the hospital via ambulance.

That night the doctor came in to see me. He told my mom that I had pneumonia. My breathing was very shallow and my mom said it was like watching a baby bird, my chest was a constant movement tryin to get air in my lungs. That night I had the dream again. I was running. The noise behind me was getting louder and I was getting closer to my grandparents' house. I just wanted to get inside. I turned to left to look behind me and I woke up screaming in pain.


The next day another doctor came in to see me and she needed to take a sample of fluid from my lung. The only way to do this is with a very long needle and to go through my back. It was very painful and I remember screaming a lot. I slept the rest of the day. I had the dream again. I was so close to my grandparents house. I was running with all my might. "Please! I just want to go home. Please. I am so tired." I turned and saw what was behind me. Black horses with cloaked figures on them. I could feel the horses breath near me. The sound of hooves were so loud in my head. The house was getting closer. "Grandma! Grandma!" The porch light was blaring and I was banging on the door with all my might. "Grandma!" I could see her and my grandfather sitting on the couch. My grandmother answered the door.

"What are you doing here?"
"Grandma, please, I want to come in. I am so tired. I want to sleep, please." I was begging her to let me in. The sounds, the hooves were so loud. My grandfather came to the door.
"What are you doing here? What is she doing here?" My grandparents looked at me confused.
"Please! Please let me in! I am so tired." It was so loud, the sound of hooves was unbearable. "PLEASE!" I screamed.
"You are not supposed to be here. It's not time to come home, yet." My grandmother said.
"The porch light, it's on. Please." I was crying. I was so tired.
"It's not on. It's not time to come home." And she closed the door. I looked up and the light was off and it was silent. I woke up.

I had been taken to surgery where I had a chest tube inserted into my side for my lungs to drain the fluid. My veins had collapsed a couple days earlier so I also had a central line in my chest above my heart. That is how they could give me meds and take blood without disturbing or poking me.

After two days and little fluid I went back for another x-ray. Now the fluid in my lung had hardened (an empyema) and they had to put another chest tube in my back.

While I was in the x-ray room, the doctors had to call my mom at work to get permission to perform the procedure to put another chest tube in. I was screaming "Let me die! Let me die! Let me die!" My mom's boss (who did not believe that I was sick) stood behind her hearing all this and said, "I told you no personal calls." When my mom told her what was going on she said, "Maybe you should take some time off. No pay, no benefits." She obviously could not do that, that was how the doctor bills were getting paid.

My lung collapsed around week 2. I needed a few blood transfusions around weeks 3 and 4. There as more, but I don't remember a lot of it. My mom has told me some things and my dad told me others. I just remember the dream. Clear as day.

I was in the hospital 6 weeks. April 15, 1991 - June 6, 1991. I had a total of 4 chest tubes, 4 blood transfusions, one central line and a collapsed lung.

The dream about my grandparents scared my mother when I told her. When I would spend the summers with my grandparents when I was younger they would turn on the porch light when it started to get dark to let me know it was time to come home. It scared her because it was her parents and they had passed away years earlier. My mom told me that when I was admitted to the hospital they didn't think I was going to survive. The first couple of nights were really bad. Even the first three weeks were very touch and go. I was dying and they didn't know how to stop it. When I told her that dream it made it that more real. She had to leave my room to cry. I don't remember that either."

 

[dani21496]

Here's another one:

CAR CRASH

Summer 2000, my friend and I were driving out to my dad’s house in NY. We were
somewhere in the middle of the PA Turnpike in the mountains, bopping along at
about 85mph and singing along to the radio. There was a dark grey Saturn about
30 feet in front of us. We were in the far left lane, and that car started to drift over the
left yellow line toward the median. I remember thinking, “Gee, they’re drifting a
little” and didn’t think much of it – they’d should hit the rumble strip and get back into
the lane. However, the Saturn kept drifting left into the median. Someone in the car
must have finally realized it, when suddenly just a few feet in front of us – at 85mpg
– the car cut quickly to the right in front of us and at a 90 degree angle shot right
across the right lane of traffic. We were rounding a corner as the car narrowly
missed the right lane traffic, hit the side of the mountain, and went airborne, flipping
4 times before it came to rest on its roof in the right shoulder. My heart just races
recalling the events right now.

As I’m watching this happen, I’m not sure how I made it safely from a high speed to
a dead stop in the shoulder, but I cut quickly to the right, stopped in the shoulder,
yelled for my friend to get the cell phone can call 911, and in the process, I jumped
out of my car and ran toward the totally demolished Saturn. Traffic was still zipping
by us on the interstate, but I don’t think I noticed it. As I was running toward the car,
debris was all over the highway, and fluid was flowing out of the car all over the
pavement. A million thoughts were racing through my head as I was running full
speed toward the car. It’s amazing how many thoughts you can fit into your head
within a few seconds, within a few feet. You don’t actually think the thoughts – you
kind of feel them. I was thinking that something might ignite the fluids (gasoline?)
and the car would ignite, maybe explode. I didn’t know how many people were in
the car, or if anyone was still alive. I’m still running, and as I got closer, I could hear
the most ear-piercing screams I’ve never had the fortune to hear before in my life.
Screams pleading from inside the car “Help me! I don’t want to die!” Seriously.
Since the car was on its roof, I didn’t know if the doors could be open, because the
roof was crushed. I didn’t know if the doors would be locked, and how would I get
in? Ever try to open an upside-down car door?

When I got to the car, a woman inside was still screaming for her life. I reached for
what I think was the rear passenger door, and rocked it open. I couldn’t get in the
driver’s side, but the young girl (college student, about 20) was alive. Here CD
player was still playing! Busta Rhyme, if I remember correctly... She as kind of
hanging from the seat in her seatbelt. I pulled her into the backseat and out of the
car, not knowing if or when the car would catch fire, but I wanted her out of there just
in case. She was covered in blood – her left knee was crushed into an indentation,
her nose broken, and almost every inch of skin was bloody. Funny, how I never
thought about it grossing me out or getting me dirty. I distinctly remember her
seeing me, saying thank god, and pleading with me over and over for her life,
“Don’t leave me, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die.”

I looked around for other survivors. Would I find a baby? A kid? I didn’t hear any
other screams and feared someone else was dead. But she was alone. More
people eventually pulled over, including an nurse. The fire department came about
15 minutes later, including a helicopter lift. In the meantime, I tried to keep her
calm, talking to her, consoling her, telling her I was going nowhere until she did,
and that she wasn’t going to die. While the paramedics worked on her, I found her
purse and searched through her wallet for any medical cards or signs of an existing
medical condition that I could relay to the technicians. I collected her belongings
from inside the car, crawling in the driver’s window, collecthing things that were all
over the highway (stuff flew out through her sunroof), put them in a bag from my car,
and it went in the copter with her.

I remembered her name and address from her license, and a week later found her
phone number and checked in on her. We kept in touch for a few months, in which
she recovered, but went through months of physical therapy and many
reconstructive surgeries.

I think there are some things I learned from my dad as a fireman – that in an
emergency, your mind kicks into an animal instinct, and you don’t worry about fire,
blood, gore, or anything else. Only about getting out of that situation and remaining
calm. It was the same thing when I was trapped in an underground elevator, and in
the subway system on a deserted train in NYC... That story will follow..."

 

[dani21496]

One more story someone else posted:


to drink and drive or not...
There had been an ice storm and tons of snow...

here it is- jan 1999 a few roomies and boyfriend (now Fi) were drinking at my house at college- watching the tyson fight- so after he won we were going go to 3 blocks away to the bars- we thought about driving- but said why drink and drive- we can walk.
the sidewalks were not shoveled since the landlords can be heald liable for accidents on shoveled pavement- so the only safe way for the 5 of us was to walk in the street. we were less than 1/2 a block from our destination and out of no where you hear CRASH! the next thing i realize is that i am face first on top of my roomie, to my right is my FI trying to get up and to my left a little bit further away was someone laying in the street- and all around me was screaming.
A drunk driver hit us with his car going over the speed limit of 35. And just kept on driving. After the paramedics got there they were cutting off my clothes on the street to see if i broke anything. Fi was ok- delirious but ok. 2 of my roomies were ok, I was hurt pretty bad- no broken bones- hematomas, lots of bruising on the bones, nerve damage, knee problems, and also neck and back probs- 4 herniated discs. But the worst of all of this- the boy to my left (who was visting his GF for the weekend) died instanty.

Just in the seconds before the hit- Fi pulled me in closer to him- said that he didn't want me to get hit by a car. The boy that died- was less than a foot behind me walking.

As for the drunk driver- he turned himself in a few days later- so he was given 4 years probation (no alcohol) and he was sent to work release prision- only for a few months. I was so frustrated and let down by this-

so after being out of school for a year total- I was back at the same place- but none of my other roomies or Fi were there with me anymore- and i was at a bar- i already had been drinking by the time i went to the last bar- looked up and saw a familiar face- IT WAS HIM!!! i knew it- so i put my beer down- walked over to him and asked if he remembered me- He said NO- so i reminded him- I asked if he remembered running me over with his car and also killing my roomies boyfriend- HE TOOK OFF GIRLS!! so i freaked- got his probations telephone #- called and left her a drunken hysterical message and before i knew it- we were back in court- and he was FINALLY SENT TO JAIL- REAL JAIL!
(did i forget to mention that it was his 2n hit and run in 2 weeks- 1st was property)

he told his probation officer that he was lonely and went to the bar to meet girls-
she told him- you met the WRONG one- TWice

 

[ColleenM]

Nothing as dramatic as the ones you have posted but in the end of July my father had emergency surgery to remove his colon and spleen. They gave him less than a 10% chance to "survive" the surgery not even including recovery. The surgeon told me she had never in her life performed surgery on someone so sick. Not only did he survive, but he was out of ICU within a week. Fast forward a few months and we are told that he his heart is too weak to undergo surgery to remove an abdominal aortic annuersym. It is growing and leaking at a rate that he has less then 24-72 hours to live. We flew my other sister out, we said our goodbyes, we made funeral arrangements, we gave him all the love we could. This was back on September 15....2 1/2 months later, he is still alive. The doctors cannot believe he is still alive. He is at a VA hospital and they rotate once a month and every new round of doctors is baffled that his annuerysm hasn't erupted yet. It has definitely given me something very thankful for this Thanksgiving.

Colleen

 

[dani21496]

Colleen,

That is amazing!! My prayers are with him, you and your family!!!

Dani

 

[claridge]

This one is a little more light hearted but still amazing!!

Letter arrives 54 years late

A Norweigian woman got a real surprise this week when she received a letter mailed 54years ago, delivered by a mailman who bought along flowers for the occasion.

"It was really funny. Its fantastic to get a letter after so many years" Brita Loevazas told the daily after opening the letter dated September 22 1950.

This letter bought no "news" of course, just Britas parents in-laws inquiring about the health of their grandson who at the time was just two years old and is now nearing retirement.

"It puts the time that has past into perseptive" she reflected.

Also put into perspective is inflation; the postage stamp used at the time cost 0.25 Norweigian kroner, 22 times less than the cost of a stamp today.