What's the most scared you've ever been?

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was choking on a marshmallow and my life flashed before me. i was about 13 and apparently went blue
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Same here with steak, tried to wash it down with water which made it worse. The bit about life flashing before you is dame true, remember thoughts of my daugther and wife.

Also my daughter was really quite ill when born, had a problem called gastroschisis. Spent 5 months in hosptial and over 18 months before being "fully discharged". There was 1 night we thought she might not make it... sad days. She a bouncing, hyper 3 year old now though... happy days.
 
When I was 19 on top of Mount Longdon, and getting shelled by the Argies for an occasional two days.


Thanks Von, I was totally naive at the time, thinking the Argies would pack up and go before we got down there.
 
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Mugged at knifepoint as a teenager, then told at the end: "Tell you what...you've got 10 seconds to run."

I'll never let something like that happen again, mark my words.
 
I was in Sweden (1994 iirc) and we were in my uncles apartments, we got stuck in a lift and it got stuck in between floors... at one point it was creaking and dropping slightly as if it was going to freefall (Not good 12 floors up)
 
Two moments for me.


One was when i was around 6 or 7. I was eating a bacon roll and started choking. My Mum was the only one in the house but couldnt hear me because she was hoovering. Very very scary moment.

The other one was when i was about 14. Me, my mum and my brother were driving down the motorway when i noticed the paint on the bonnet was bubbling. My mum pulled over and just as we got out the engine caught fire and destroyed the whole front end of the car. The Fire brigade had no idea how it was started but i had the vision of the whole car exploding when i was watching it ( from a safe distance! )
 
Pestilence said:
Mugged at knifepoint as a teenager, then told at the end: "Tell you what...you've got 10 seconds to run."

I'll never let something like that happen again, mark my words.
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True story.

A mate of mine is in the prison service and a lad attempted to mug him at knifepoint at the cashpoint and without thinking he lashed out and sparked his attacker out cold and he then ran in a panic. He was still there 10 minutes later sparked out.

He called the police but it wasn't until a while after. A CID bloke spoke to him and got an off the record good for you.

On a similar vein, I was out with two of my mates in about 1988 when we got jumped by a group of about seven and got a good shoeing for no reason at all. That said, two of them got what was coming to them some time after.
 
Had my face, head and throat slashed in a random attack on the street one night when I was 16. Just remember how terrified I was, lying there literally bleeding to death from an artery as people just walked past, obviously ignoring me as they thought I was drunk. Didn't even have the energy to shout for help, I'd lost that much blood. Had pretty much accepted that I was going to die, and I didn't take it like a man....was freaking terrified! Luckily a couple driving past stopped to help me.

That or teaching one of my girlfriends to drive:D
 
Cacked my pants when I was about 12. Heard scratching coming from my cupboard when I was trying to sleep at about 2am. At first I thought it was my imagination, but there it was again, scratching... it got worse and worse... eventually I got enough courage to investigate. I jumped out of bed and crept over to the cupboard... slowly opened the door and BAM!!!! My brother's hamster had gotten loose and was scratching away at my globe.

Ah well :o
 
Not quite sure what when I was most scared but last year I woke up from a dream feeling like I was having heat attack, don't know if scared is the right term to use but it wasn't exactly pleasant.

Also saw a relative have a fit, foaming at the mouth etc and whilst I wasn't scared I felt utterly hopeless, luckily help was at hand but it was a very weird situation to be in, wanting to help but not knowing what to do. :s
 
I've three moments, all involving my children:

1) My daughter's childbirth. My partner (now wife) had pre-eclampsia and needed to be induced at 35 weeks. The induction worked quickly and was going well, but all of a sudden Evie's (my daughter) heartbeat wasn't coming back as quick as a should after contraction. They whipped my partner into surgery to get Evie out, by any means, which was a panic inducing enough, but then my partner started looking decidedly ill too. I just sat next to her sobbing with a whirl of people around and beeps going off.

Thankfully, Evie (though only 4lb 9oz) was absolutely perfect and so was mum once baby was out. They were home after 3 days.

2) We were around my parents for my sister's birthday. Evie was about 2 or 3 and was outside on the trampoline, being watched by my dad and I from the conservatory. She just collapsed. I ran outside and just grabbed her up (I thought she hadn't banged her head or neck, but I just operated on instinct). We rushed inside, I got her on the floor and she was going blue and wasn't breathing. Mum was on 999 but my partner and my dad were just sat helpless watching. I think what made it worse was my dad couldn't help like you just expect your parents to do - like the realisation of a dad being just a normal person.

I gave my daughter mouth to mouth, which cleared her airways and she started coming around. Ambulance arrived and she started to come around more fully. Turns out she had a fit, high temp etc and is apparently quite common. By the time she got to hospital, it was as if nothing had happened (and after she puked on me! :p) I thought I was watching my little girl die in front of me.

Again, she's absolutely fine now.

3) More recently (this August) my wife was induced with our second. She was 37 weeks, baby was a good size and all appeared well. Laura was induced between 3-5pm and by 7 the contractions were really kicking in. We got into the suite (which just so happened to be the same one Evie was almost delivered in) and things happened fast. By 9.30pm the room was full of people, Noah's heartbeat was dropping like Evie's had except Laura hadn't had an epidural and he was much bigger. The doctor basically yanked him out and all I could see was a dark blue face of my son, thinking he was dead. So much panic, apart from the paediatrician. She just whisked him onto the birthing station, got him breathing, then whisked him away to Neo-natal.

We got to see him at 11pm. Stable, but very weak. He was 9lbs, and all the others in there were tiny. He was so big it didn't seem right. He was without oxygen for almost 8 mins (that they can observe, possibly less). We were told he needed a brain scan, his shoulder was potentially damaged (irreparably so if nerves). We eventually left at 1pm, my wife back to a ward and me to home.

I got up the next morning, god knows how I slept, had a shower and just sobbed. Cleaned myself up, got myself to hospital and just sat with him crying. The beeping of all the machines set your heart racing which made it worse. The nurses and doctors in there were immense however - so caring, reassuring and hardworking.

He was taking well to all the treatments, drips, etc. and eventually went down to Laura on the ward. We still had the brain scan hanging over us, which kept getting delayed. We were surprised when a doctor came in with a lovely big pram and asked us to come for the scan. We just sat there shaking as they did the ultrasound and as he scanned each part of the brain for bleeds or damage - if I could be sick I think I would be (that's another story!). As each section came back clear I could feel the tension lift and my wife's hand loosen.

His shoulder had also been for x-ray and wasn't broken and after physio and sessions with a consultant that's fine too. He's now a greedy little 5 month old with what seems like a constant smile.

I can't rank which has made me most scared, probably #1 purely for the fact I completely lost it.

EDIT: Wow, that was a long post for me. No-one will read it now, but at least it was cathartic to write it!
 
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Two incidents stand out for me. Both work related.

1) I used to work in a bar in Edinburgh and one day I arrived to find 50+ football casuals in the bar. There was an old firm game on and the place was packed. My assistant manager at the time had not had the balls to refuse the first group and they had just multipled. Few phonecalls to security firm and police later I then refused to serve them backed up by 15 door staff and 2 squad cars. A riot promptly broke out and took an hour to remove them
all with the help of another 20 police. At the time I wasn't scared but afterwards I was shaking like a leaf.

2) Same bar a year later 2 chavs from manchester were causing bother. Threw them out with the help of security. They returned just before closing and threw a petrol bomb across the bar at me and a member of staff. Bricks were **** and luckily no major injuries. Again I was fine until the fire engines and police left then I lost the plot. Chavs got long sentences for attempted murder.

/Salsa
 
Sometimes you start a poo and quickly realise, it isn't going to give up without a fight. That can be pretty scary.

But the most scared I've ever been was when we were coming into land at Gatwick on a flight from Mancehster, and suddenly the plane pitches back and the engines go nuts. Thought were were stalling or something. Turns out someone taxied onto our runway. Cheers buddy.
 
Being told there was a good possibility that I might spend the rest of my days walking with a limp if they couldn't fix my ankle in a single go, and reeling off the list of banned physical activities in A&E prior to reduction. Although how much of this was scare mongering by the consultant I don't know (seeing as everything so far has gone well and I can weight bare fully again now the cast is off and pins are out)
 
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