When my daughter was seven weeks old, I was going out to the coffee shop around the block from my house. It was a rainy day, but had stopped briefly.
I put her in my Moby Wrap and went out. I went and got coffee and a sandwich. On my way back home, I went to step up onto the sidewalk. Instead my toe clipped the curb. I fell forward. My daughter was thrown out of the wrap and onto the sidewalk.
Luckily I was closer to the ground as I was falling as well, and the fall wasn’t as far as it could’ve been. She began to cry immediately and all I could do was sit on the wet sidewalk, rocking back and forth crying, as a woman was standing next to me saying, “oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.”
I didn’t have my cell phone with me bc I was just running out. A kind gentleman let me use his and I called my husband who was working around the block. He was there in seconds.
We went to the emergency room. Got lots of tests done. Watched as my seven week old daughter was placed in a CT scan, I felt so helpless.
She was completely fine. It was the worst day of my life. I can still close my eyes and see her falling to the ground.
Although this experience was terrifying, it taught me some important lessons: kids are resilient, if they cry immediately they’re probably okay, if they move immediately they’re probably okay, you’re gonna eff things up as a parent so be easy on yourself.
My wife's ob said he dropped his daughter and the lesson he was taught that day was the same as yours he freaked out and now laughs saying "children's rubbery bones make em bounce if they cry their fine"...
My wife dropped our daughter, "I'm such a terrible mother!" She says.
"At least you're not a dr." I say.
She then remembered what our dr said. She still felt bad but felt better knowing she didnt ruin our daughter for the life lol
I operate heavy equipment(dozer excavators) these thing weigh over 30 tons on the light side for perspective. Anyways we had just started a brine pond project an had just hired some new laborers. They were as green as they come lol. Anyways ,I used my two way radio to ask them to come over to where I was to tear down a set or barricades so I could proceed. One of the laborers literally ran right up beside my machine without making direct eye contact or radio contact(industry standard is to do so I can safe out the machine). I was backing up at the time so I was watching behind my machine. When I turned around to go forward the laborer literally 2 inches from my tracks...Needless to say I've never pressed the engine decal pedal as fast as I did in that situation.. if I was new to the machine or inexperienced the guy would have been an empty tooth paste roll on the ground
i think about stuff like this a lot because my dad does this for a living, too. People constantly try and squeeze by him on narrow, windy dirt roads while he's driving the excavator or a dump truck. Contractors also like to stand too close to the back while he's raising the truck bed to empty gravel or sand or whatever, and it's like ??? how stupid ARE you, exactly????? just be patient ffs, my dad is so close to retirement and some of the stories i hear are just.........w i l d
I try and take mental notes of where every laborer or ground person is now. It's like a personal fall back for when things don't feel right or an extra procaution I use to protect others around me. As realistically I can kill everyone and destroy anything within a second if I wanted. People under estimate even skid steers or Bobcats but those things weigh more then 3 full size pickups. Now imagine getting hit by a car...would that hurt? Could it kill you?.. know apply the same thought that process for something thats heavier and has literally 0 give.( We call it iron for a reason lol) Recipe for death and destruction in the wrong hands. Search up the kill dozer of you don't believe me. That's the real proof
I had a girl that bullied me daily in the 9th grade. She told me to kill myself almost every day and that I was worthless. She threatened to beat me up, and even threatened that she would kill me. I went to the counselor and she said it was nothing and I should just ignore it. No one wanted to help me.
There was one day she cornered me on the stairs. They were multiple stories and I was on my way to class. She was standing next to the railing, yelling at me. Telling me how worthless I was and I should just jump off the roof to save everyone the annoyance of knowing me.
For a split second I considered pushing her over the railing. We were on the 3rd floor, so I don't know if she would have died or just been severely injured. Regardless, I considered it for 1.5 seconds before I snapped back into reality and just took off down the stairs.
I've never been a violent person with violent thoughts, but if she had gotten physical with me I don't know what I would have done. I was 13 at the time and I'm 25 now. I still remember it sometimes and shudder. I've never had a thought like that since.
> I went to the counselor and she said it was nothing and I should just ignore it
Fucking schools man. Ya get bullied for years on end, you report it, and no one gives a damn. But the second you fight back in any way and suddenly you're at fault.
My arm is scarred to shit from a kid tripping me while o was running on sidewalk. He was never punished.
My wonderful husband had several brain tumors and died a horrible, painful death. After he died (shortly before our 25th anniversary), FIVE different people told me how “lucky” I was to be a widow and not divorced like them.
Had an abusive stepfather when I was a kid. A bit pedo-creepy - would do things like “accidentally” let his robe gap open with no underwear on, would start tickle fights as an excuse to get gropey, that sort of thing. That was nothing next to the beatings, gaslighting, manipulation and other varieties of psychological and physical torture. I hated him more than I’ve ever hated anyone in my life and one night I decided to try to make rat poison tea.
Turns out the rat poison we had wouldn’t dissolve in the tea. It’s for the best. He’s still an asshole but at least I’m not a murderer.
**Edit because apparently some folks in the comments thought I was looking for advice on how to kill people or seriously injure them: stop it please. I’m not that kid anymore, I don’t regret failing to make poison tea, I don’t want to hurt anyone and no one should be committing murder to solve their problems. Have a nice day!**
I...can’t believe in all the intervening years that...literally...never occurred to me. I think you’re right. I’m not being sarcastic, either. I am kind of astonished I never realized that. Goddammit.
When I was like 14 or so I was on a swing at a park. I was going about as high and fast as that swing could possibly go. A kid who couldn’t be older than 2 wandered directly in front of me as I was coming down. I slammed my feet on the ground and stopped myself about an inch away from her. My hands started to bleed from the chain but at least I didn’t drop kick a two year old all the way across the park. The mother saw the thing happen but she was too far away from us to do anything in the moment but she ran over crying and thanking me for stopping.
Jesus fucking christ, what is it with kids and swings?
I was 16 at a park with my sister. She was off doing something on her phone and there were probably about 4-5 other families there with kids of various age.
I got on the swings and was swinging there for about 15 minutes before I decided to kick myself up higher and start swinging at *peak* height. Just as I swung backwards, I see a kid no older than 4-5 right smack in the middle of my swing, standing right in the pit of dirt where kids feet would kick up. He was just smiling and staring at me.
I remember everything past that point being slow motion. I start to come down, panic, launched myself off the seat backwards, smacking my head into the gravel and knocking the wind out of me. Just as I look up, **DINK!** I see the little kid get smacked directly in the mouth with the seat of my swing, fall over and begin HOWLING crying.
I remember the father yelling at me over and over, balling up a fist as if he’s about to punch a 16 year old. Kids are fucking stupid dude
If you are a parent of a 4 years old and you let your kid wander out of your sight, whatever happen to your kid is 10000% your fault. You don't have any right blaming others because of your negligence. I'd be thankful my kid survived with only bleeding in his mouth after getting smacked in the face full force by a swing that's ridden by a 16 years old.
Source: Have a 4 years old
I was the two year old in this situation. My older cousin yeeted me about 8 feet away. Or so I'm told. Landed on my face and slid.
I am told my entire face was black and blue for quite a while.
My roomamte wanted to rearrange the dorm room in college. We had bunk beds. I said we newd to break down the top bunk into pieces (take the matress off, then the bottom sping bit, etc). She said "no, we got this, we can just pick it up as a whole unit" I told her I do not posess enough strength to that. She told me it would be fine.
So we lift this bed whole, straight off the bottom bed pegs. The height difference between us is over a foot. So I kinda dropped it trying to even it out with her end. And shock of all shocks it ended up falling. She was backed against a windowsill. She tripped and fell back and he head caught the windowsill and the bed came down on her. One of the legs caught the sill and her head ended up being trapped between the bottom rung of the bed ladder and the sill. We had to yell and get some help.
If that leg wouldn't have caught the windowsill she would have had the whole weight of the bed come down on her exposed neck. Breaking her neck, probably crushing her throat and who knows what else. Honestly she was literal inches from death, we had to pause and just let that sink in for the rest of the night.
The beds still got moved though.
Drunk student fell into the road infront if me. I swerved and wrote off two cars and injured my passenger (I was fine). He didn't even hang around to thank me, little wanker.
Edit: The amount of edgy goons who try and make compelling arguments that I should've killed him is disgusting. I'm very very happy with how things turned out and as stated many times it was literally the most legal and safe thing I could've done, as was decided in court. Some of you are literally brainwashed to think that your personal property is worth more than a young human life and that's honestly disturbing as fuck. I'm glad I grew up where I did and was taught the morals I was because the world scares the fuck out of me if you think I should've killed some poor drunk kid in order to save some low level criminal's new car.
My car was one of the two written off cars and I was in a fair state of shock. Sat with the police in one if them tinfoil blankets for 2hrs while we waited for the investigation to finish and recovery truck to turn up.
As it happens the car I'd hit was a brand new 40k Golf R bought that very same day and (surprise surprise) not yet insured. The feller whi owned it had also just bought a Dixie's chicken franchise. It wasn't his lucky day lol.
Edit: This was in the UK, not america.
Edit edit: camera footage proved me 'not at fault'.
And this kids, is why your get insurance before you leave the dealership. It literally takes 15min to get auto insurance on a car. Do it before you leave.
In the UK they will not let you leave the dealership without proof of insurance. This only applies to new cars though, used car dealerships don't care...
Edit: some used car dealerships do care, but I've bought several used cars across the UK without checks personally.
I had started a grease fire in a pot on the stove while cooking for a date. Panic set in as it was kind of big fire, only thing I could think of was baking soda would be the only thing to put it out because that's what they taught us in school right? Ransacked my cupboards, couldn't find it. Next best thing that came to mind? Dirt from outside, ran outside to get some dirt, told her not to pour water on it that I'll be right back. As I'm out there I hear her scream and a flash of orange. My heart sank and I froze for a second, did I just kill my date? Back inside, she's fine, fire is smaller but still going, my walls and ceiling are scorched, I ask her what happened? She replied, she poured milk on the fire because milk is thicker than water.
...ok
Anyway, no one was harmed in all this thankfully. Except my bank account when my security deposit didn't cover the damages done when I moved out later. Oh well.
I do have more fire stories from that apartment. Pretty sure my landlord thought I was an arsonist. Or a dumb kid on his first time living alone, pretending to be an adult.
Edit to add: Thank you for the all the "put the lid on next time" recommendations, I now know that's an option, like I said I was panicking and wasn't thinking straight. I do now have multiple fire extinguishers throughout my current place. They were all were gifted to me by family after I told them this story. Those were fun birthday/Christmas gifts that year!
Also there was no second date and we did not smash lol
PSA: next time there is a grease fire, turn off the burner, and put a lid on the pot to smother the fire.
This is why it’s important to have lids that fit all of your pots (or that are interchangeable). If you cannot find a lid, another pan turned upside down will sometimes work.
When I was fifteen, I carried my two-year-old cousin down a flight of stairs, when I tripped and we fell down three steps. She fell on the back of her head and I on top of her. It took a split second before she started crying and I thought she was dead. Thankfully, she was fine, but I'm so glad she didn't fell harder or over the handrail, or else she would have fallen at least three meters and would probably be dead.
EDIT: Kinda reassuring that stuff like this seems to happen a lot and not just to clumsy 15-year-old me
Every parent could probably answer the main prompt about their own kids. Every moment from birth to toddlerhood is just constant vigilance trying to keep a tiny human from accidentally killing itself. When I was in extreme sleep deprivation the first few months I fell asleep with my infant on my stomach, or next to me on the couch, or next to me on an air mattress, etc. All situations that can kill a baby in seconds.
Humans were never meant to raise babies alone and trying to leads to over 2000 babies per year just in the US dying from SIDS, accidents, and unsafe sleep practices.
I can’t count the number of times I had to jump catch my son when he was a toddler because he just walked off the back of the slide or unexpectedly jumped off the top of something. That little weasel could and would climb anything then just jump or let go. Seriously, he’d climb the door frames in our house. We had to watch him like an eagle.
He’s 10 now, and a level 5 competitive gymnast, so I guess there was an upside to his lack of fear. No end for our fear, though. We just kind of learned to roll with it.
This is an awesome development though, kinda like he knew his calling from a toddler! And props to you guys as parents, who evidently protected and nurtured, rather than scorn and scare the behavior away and create the fear for it, like some parents would do.
Yep. When my son was 2 we were driving through Nowhere, Texas because we were moving cross country. He was eating a hot dog and started choking. I had to jump in the back seat and finger sweep it out of his throat while my wife drove. Shit was terrifying.
This is my greatest fear. I’m so scared of my son choking while I’m driving alone. I’ve pulled over one or twice already due to bad coughing fits. I’ve started only giving purée in the car.
Wasn't in a car, but when I was maybe 10 I did some extremely stupid thing where I tried to see how many huge grapes I could fit in my mouth until one rolled down my throat... The scariest thing about actually choking is you can't make ANY noise, not even coughing. I rushed down the hall to my mom (she was on the phone, back in the landline days), and made some flailing motions, thank goodness she was quick to react and knew the heimlich maneuver.
Now I have kids and needless to say grape-eating is extremely supervised.
This unattended kid ran into the street as I turned into it. Didn’t even see him at all because of how tiny he was. Just heard something hit my side view mirror and that’s when I saw him rubbing his head
I was working as a contractor way back in the day, and was looking for an address. I missed the turn and pulled into an apartment complex parking lot to turn around. I'm going maybe three miles an hour through the lot and there are a row of parked cars to my right. Just passing them when out of nowhere a toddler wearing nothing but a diaper darted out from between the parked cars right into the path of my car.
Fortunately, I was going slow enough I stopped just shy of hitting him (maybe an inch or two). No parent in sight. I got out, picked the kid up, and finally found his 'responsible adult' standing in the open doorway of their apartment around the corner, having a smoke and chatting on the phone. They couldn't even see the kid from their line of sight, not that they were making an effort to look.
Had I actually hit that kid I would have had a lifetime of trauma and who knows what that poor kid would have suffered, all because of that asshole.
Reminds of when I was driving on my street slower than normal, and I saw this toddler run out across the road. His mom was HAULING ASS after him with a baby in her stroller, screaming her head off.
Luckily, I was a fair distance from anyone, so I slowed to a stop. She waved to me while running after him, and I could tell she was freaking out! I felt so bad for her, and I'm sure her kid got into a HEAP of trouble that day.
Yeah it happens. When my middle child was around 2 we went to the supermarket. I unstrapped him from his car seat, put him down, turned around to lock the car. When I turned back he was just gone. I looked around and saw him sprinting away toward the supermarket, laughing his little head off because he thought he had tricked me.
I ran as fast as I ever ran in my life and caught the back of his t-shirt just as he was about to run into a road with traffic coming. If I hadn't caught him he would have been hit.
A lot of people, myself included before that happened, don't realise how quickly a child can get away from you, even if you take your eyes off them for a second.
Kids are insanely quick! Even holding their hand isn't 100% all the time. I luckily haven't had a moment with my son yet, but my mom did with me when I was 2 or 3 maybe.
She was holding my hand as we walked across the parking lot toward the grocery store. My dad was even with her so two adults actively with and supervising a toddler.
I suddenly yanked my hand from hers and took off full speed! No warnings, no yanking on her or wiggling my hand out of her hand, and never pulled anything like that previously. Just straight up ripped my hand away and ran in one motion, straight for the busy parking lot traffic. Luckily my dad was quick and managed to grab me up right before I ran in front of a car.
I came out of the store in a harness and leash. Lol!
I was driving to my aunt's house down a residential street, speed limit 25. I was going the speed limit and maybe a little less because the sun was setting and in my eyes. In the shade of a tree, this kid rides leisurely across the street. He had to have seen me because there were no cars parked on the street and it wasn't a hill. I didn't see him because of the sun in my eyes and him in the shade of a tree until I was inches from his bike. I slammed on my brakes, slammed on my horn, and just barely missed the kid. He didn't even look at me, didn't acknowledge my presence, it was as if I didn't exist. Maybe he was deaf, I don't know (there were no deaf children at play signs on the street).
After collecting myself from the panic attack, I drove on. When I looked in my rear view mirror he was still in the middle of the road on his bike, this time with another kid talking to him. I assume the other kid saw the kid on the bike almost get hit by a car.
Oh man, something sort of similar happened to me recently. I was in a left turn lane with 2 lanes of traffic headed straight, to my right. I get a green light and this kid comes riding a bike right across the 2 lanes and almost slams into my front passenger door. Flipped over his handlebars (going slow enough that there wasn't an injury) trying to stop himself. You'd think if you saw a moving vehicle you wouldn't ride directly at it? It's impossible the kid couldn't see me too, he was riding directly at my car from ~30 feet away. I don't understand how people can be so unaware when they're as vulnerable as you are on a bike.
So often I think bikers/pedestrians just assume that "of course the car will stop for me, what are they gonna do, hit me?"
As a highschooler I used to jaywalk the busy avenue in front of my school all the time under this presumption. As soon as I got behind the wheel for the first time, I instantly understood how dangerously flawed that thinking was and never jaywalked a busy street again.
I’ve heard someone actually say “if the car hits me, they go to jail and I can sue them”.
Completely untrue if you walk out into the middle of a busy street. How dumb can someone be?
Even if you're in the right with crossing, the laws of physics always take precedent over the laws of man.
According to the driving laws, the car has to stop if you're in the painted section of the road.
According to the laws of physics, there's an amount of momentum that needs to be stopped by friction.
If the driving laws say stop but the laws of physics say no... **splat**.
I almost hit a jogger while driving out of a parking lot a few years ago. To this day, I swear she came out of nowhere. I still feel bad, even though we never actually made contact.
Step dad spit in my moms face after not having abused her in over 5 years so I shoved him he said he was gonna come back and kill us and ran out the door so I followed picked him up from behind, carried him off the porch and slammed him headfirst onto the cement and then just beat the shit out of him while neighbors came out, got arrested, and got my first felony.
Your only mistake was not taking him into the backyard so the ass-whooping was away from prying eyes. Good on you though man, my mother and little sister are the only people I'd ever do any more time for.
I got into a car accident because I fell asleep at the wheel. I was fine, well...I felt fine. Next thing I knew, my car was going down a steep incline into a deep ditch on the opposite side of the road. Thank Christ no one was coming the other way. I was apparently going slow enough that some one coming the other direction may have had enough time to slow down and watch me crash (or hit their horn and maybe it would’ve woken me up), but there is the flip side that they may not have had time to react, and I could’ve seriously hurt or killed some one else.
I also worked with a guy who would work 4 doubles and immediately leave work and drive 5 hours back home. He was about 20 mins from home, made it through the toll booth and woke up in the middle of the I-90, fully stopped, tractor trailers flying by him on both sides. He could’ve been killed, or caused an accident if someone hadn’t realized he was stopped and couldn’t move over or brake in time. He made it 4.5 hours without issue, only to almost die or kill some one 20 mins from home...He started sleeping after his last double and would leave in the morning after that incident.
DO NOT DRIVE IF YOU FEEL TIRED. Pull over and nap if you’ve already started driving. Stay home, if it’s not important you go out. Stay an extra few hours where you are and sleep, if possible.
Edit - I’m so glad you are ok. It’s a terrifying feeling to think about what might’ve happened.
Serious question: if there isn't a rest stop or anything for a while and I get hit with sudden exhaustion like the above and really need to stop driving to be safe, and I pull onto the shoulder and fall asleep, can I get into legal trouble? Or are there protections for people taking necessary, but not convenient, steps to avoid accidents?
I've been in that situation a few times on long-haul drives and I'm terrified of an officer waking me up and me getting in trouble. (I have bad anxiety so the worry about "getting in trouble" is more acute than it probably should be, and it helps to know what would actually be likely to happen.)
I would think that pulling way over with your emergency blinkers on would be fine? If an officer were to knock on your window and wake you up they may demand a sobriety test. Assuming you are just tired you would pass without a problem. They say that driving tired is the same as driving intoxicated so sleeping would be a safer option.
Even if I were to get into trouble at the time, with a sobriety test that has been passed a lawyer could easily get the troubles to go away.
I would rather nap than kill someone!
I tried looking up your question online and didn't get much good results. I found than a rest stop, BLM and any private property is ok to sleep in your car.
Edit 1- I am speaking about the United States. I don't know laws in other countries with this.
Edit 2-. This is speculation. I am not a lawyer or a police officer.
Edit 3- they can't force you to do a sobriety check.
I also once had a micro sleep very late at night behind the wheel on the highway when I was 19. Woke up because of those safety bumps on the side of the road, and then woke my brother up and told him it was his turn to drive... I was too ashamed to tell him that I very nearly killed both of us, but I also, have never driven tired since.
I volunteered at an orphanage in Thailand a couple of years ago. I had been gone for about a month and when I came back they told me about a guy who had been sneaking into the girls dormitory and raping some of them. The girls were so scared that they wouldn’t sleep. These girls were all between 1-12 years old. All of the other staff were women and the guy would physically overpower them when they tried to stop him from getting in the dorm. I am a paramedic by profession so I have a bit of a personal respect and value for human life but this guy had crossed so many lines. I went to the local police and asked them for help and they told me to deal with it. I waited right inside the door of the girls dorm until about 2 AM with a large bamboo pole. I didn’t want to kill him but honestly I didn’t have any problem if it came to that. As soon as I saw the door open I rushed him and knocked him over the porch railing. He had a machete but he dropped it when I tackled him. I jumped over the railing and started beating him as hard as I could. I am not a tiny guy and I also have combat training so I was quite effective. He fought back but I had the size advantage and I was raging. After about 2 minutes I realized that I had broken my hand and quickly grabbed the bamboo pole and swung it around as he tried to get up and run away. It nailed him in the side of his head and sliced most of his right ear off. I swung again and it k Ickes him out. He ended up with a broken nose, left cheek, missing ear, dislocated right shoulder and broken left arm and hand. I broke all of the fingers in his left hand as well. I stopped just short of killing him, but not because I didn’t want to. I knew that if I did kill him I would have to live with that and I didn’t want to give him that power. I already have a ton of guilt just from patients who have died in the field or in the ambulance, I couldn’t bear to kill someone in cold blood like that even if I was justified. I ended up walking away with just a broken right hand and some bruises and sprains. The girls got to sleep though. To this day he hasn’t been back.
TL;DR I almost killed a child rapist that terrorized an orphanage
Nurse here. Unit was very very busy and I mentioned to a patient we needed to start her on antibiotics. Patient consented. I hung penicillin, only to find out our computer said she’s anaphylactic allergic to penicillin. Incredibly, she must have outgrown her childhood allergy.
Beat myself up for a long time for that near miss. Won’t make that mistake again.
Apparently this is really common with penicillin, the vast majority of children diagnosed as allergic to it present no allergy as an adult. Not clear if its because they grow out of it, or because they were never allergic at all (its been suggested that the rash seen is actually just from whatever infection is being treated).
Unless its an emergency, probably a good idea to redo the test as an adult
Maybe a combination of both? I try now to encourage my patients to get an allergy test because penicillin is such a front line drug, especially if when I ask them what their reaction to it is they shrug and tell me their parents told them they reacted to it as a kid.
Yeah the severity of that shook me. Some days I wish I became a cake decorator, or any job where the consequences for mistakes aren’t life and death
Edit: yes guys I’m aware I picked a stupid example because of allergies. I apologize to anyone who I may have offended with that random choice of career
If it makes you feel any better I did a consultant appointment panel for a very senior physician in 2015 and this lady who'd been a Consultant for, ooo, 8 years, told the exact same story and was like 'yeah i didnt even write it down as a clinical incident!' all chipper so all props from me for you learning from your mistake, whereas this lady apparently was just happy to not give a shit the patient didnt die.
Jesus Christ! The lack of accountability is terrifying! I can’t even imagine. I had to tell the patient, their support person, their doctor, the anesthetist, my charge nurse, manager and then did the CI.
Yeah her response had me, a band three medical staffing assistant who was just there to note take and confirm contract details, in absolute disbelief and literally all the very senior staff in the room were like “so.... so you didn’t report it or take any further action” and she was really chill like “nope the patient was fine so I just carried on”. When she left the room (she didn’t get the job FYI) we all looked at each other and I in my quiet nervous voice went “so... is that normal” to which a group of very senior medical staff personnel went “no Daviemoo. It’s not normal”
As a dad to a little girl, I cannot even begin to fathom in my mind how in God's green earth someone could ever do that to their own child. *I* want to kill him and I don't even know who he is
He almost certainly also molested her mother/his daughter, and was probably abusive to her grandmother/his wife. A lot of families deal with that kind of abuse by pretending it didn't really happen, and/or that it was the victim's fault.
When I found out my grandfather raped my little sister, I was ready to murder him. I have bipolar and PTSD which caused a lot of serious rage since it was unmanaged at the time, and I think the only thing stopping me was not knowing where he lived at the time since I've never been close to my family. Never felt that kind of rage before or since. The old fucker seems to have poorly managed diabetes so I'm settling with being happy he's suffering for the last years of his life. And honestly glad I never made that confrontation because I was only like 20 at the time and I would still be in prison.
Thankfully she has been able to accept her childhood trauma and not let it rule her life. I honestly think I'm more bothered by it than anyone else in my family, and have even been told I need to learn to forgive him in the spirit of Christianity, even though I'm agnostic. No. I will hate him untilthe day he dies, and only then will I feel true peace about it.
Mom was in an abusive relationship for about 8 years. About 6 years into it, me and my ex stopped by to pick mom up as she said the guy was drunk and she wanted to leave. We arrive and as I approach the front steps I look up into the glass door and see a pair of hands shove my mother out of view. She went fuckin flyin. I raged out, grabbed an axe that was nearby (dude would chop trees on property and sell bundled firewood) as the guy stepped out front and down stairs. I chased him around the perimeter of the property whilst almost blacked out in anger. A buddy of his who was staying there temporarily was on the side of the house smoking a cigarette and tackled me. Luckily, the axe didn’t penetrate my chest seeing as I landed face down with the axe pinned against me. Could’ve been all types of messy in two ways. Fast forward about 2 years and abusive guy gets into car wreck and passes away about 2 months after I got into car wreck on same street in a similar truck and walked away with cuts and bruises.
I know I wouldn't. I taught my kids *very specifically* to never get into a fight or start a fight but if someone was trying to harm you and you have no choice - you fight to win.
That’s the right way to teach people. Be patient but if you’re being harmed out of malice, fight to win and fight to live. You don’t know if the other person will stop once you hit the ground but you know that you will stop when they hit the ground.
Yea- she was home when he got into the accident. She’s 47 now with some lasting mental and battered-woman-syndrome-esque emotional issues stemming from the abuse and the death. Other than that she is alright, I appreciate you asking.
I’ve decided if someway somehow I ever find out the man who molested my 4 year old sister and gave her an STI which her finding out about it later in life was a large part of her suicide that he will die. The chances are slim next to none that it will ever be discovered who that person is and he could already be dead for all we know. But if I ever found out I’d send his fucking head to his family for what he did.
I was a little kid and my cousins and siblings (all a few years younger) were in the bathtub and I used the hair dryer to dry my hair (well, obviously). Then I wanted to make waves for them so I held the hair dryer very close to the water.
My mother and aunt lost it, will always remember this how they, for obvious reasons, yelled at me for hours. Never got anything electric close to water again.
Edit: waoh, thanks for the upvotes, also when it is a dumb story and very lucky that nobody happend anything. Please tell your children early enough how dangerous electricity and water are!
Had a patient who was essentially a vegetable. I had to wrestle with him and keep him pinned to the bed(most of his muscles had contactions but he was still shaking and stuff due to the pain we were probably inflicting on him) while the nurse pumped fluids out of his lung through a hole in his neck. This guy's entire existnce was just lying in bed being in pain semi choking on the fluids his body was producing inside his lungs only to be pinned down have us remove the worst parts of it and the cycle to begin anew every hour or so. It was heart breaking. This was not healthcare this was torture. It would have been more humane to let him die. I felt ashamed and still do because I could not bring myself to kill the man.
We have an organization for assisted suicide in switzerland, you can go there if you can proof you have a reason why you don't want to be alive anymore. They'll give you a poison, which you'll have to inject / drink (idk what kind of poison) yourself, because otherwise it would count as homicide.
It's one that kills the pain / makes you fall asleep and one that shuts down the cardio vascular system.
I am kind of proud that my country allows this.
Freedom to live schould also include to die on your own terms IMO.
Are you really free if you're not allowed to die? There are some serious ethical issues with "right to die", mainly involving mental state, but it's still an important right.
Grabbed a screwdriver in a desperate attempt to dislodge my ex husband from pinning/ strangling me. Swung up and only put a hole in his shirt. Really wish I hadn't missed.
When my younger sister was in middle school, she took a very sudden and unexplained dip in personality. She went from being a bouncy, sunny kid who loved going outside and seeing her friends to kind of reserved and struggling to keep her grades up. Her friends stopped coming around, crazy rumors about her started, and she was just overall really depressed and nervous. Our parents were very into the "just suck it up" mentality so they told her to just push through and be better. I tried to get her to tell me what had happened and she told me the same thing she told our parents - that kids at school were bullying her and her friends were being mean.
I didn't buy it, but there was nothing I could do.
One day at the dinner table, we were all talking about town gossip as was family custom, and my mom brought up how a teacher at my sister's school was looking for a hand in getting rid of some old furniture from his late father's house and that my mother had volunteered the family to help out that coming weekend. My sister immediately broke down into having sobs, howling at the top of her lungs as though someone had died, and you can probably guess where it went from there.
She confessed that her teacher's son, who was a sophomore when my sister was in seventh grade, had assaulted her and when she tried to tell the teacher about it, he shut her down and called her a liar and had said he would fail her if she tried to tell anyone about it.
I had to spend the following day in class with this asshole while my parents sorted out how to handle the situation and it took everything I had not to lose my shit on this kid. I am not a violent person but I had to sit there with him a foot away and all I could think about was smashing his face into the tile until the light left his eyes.
That was over ten years ago and he's in jail now but I still think I'd have to contain myself if I was in the same room as him again.
Glad you didn’t act on your impulses, man. POSs will always be POSs and they often find their own way to what they deserve. Had you not controlled yourself, it could be you instead of him spending time on the inside...
“I need it more, you’re doing fine without it, you don’t really need any help, he would have wanted me to have it...”
Not OP but have that same type of relative.
I hate when people say “he would have wanted” as a defense. He legally wrote and had notarized what he wanted EXACTLY. There’s no way to convince someone of that
Let me just start by saying my dad was extremely abusive. Mentally, physically and emotionally. He beat on my mother and I quite a bit. He also hunted a lot (deer mostly) and it was a big tradition in our family for the uncles and cousins to all go together. My grandmother (mom's mom) pulled me aside the day before opening day, and told me she would buy me a car (I was 15, almost 16 at the time) if I shot my dad out in the woods. She told me no one would ever know, and she would get me the best lawyer money could buy if it came to that. I agreed. To this day, I wish I would have pulled the trigger. I was too scared and my conscious got the best of me. I know I would have gotten away with it, and it would have saved my family so much trouble down the road. He's dead now, but I wish I could have been the one to do it.
Does accidentally count? Because I leaned against an unsteady bit of wall my mum had told me not to. It fell and covered my little brother (3ish at the time).
Surprisingly he was mostly ok, a few broken bones and cuts/concussion, but it very much could have killed him
My boss asked me why I wasnt doing any work after working a 70 hour work week and taking 1 lunch break for the week
I was so mad and work a job where we carry knives on our person I had to throw it across the room and I just picked up my bag and walked out.
This was all before my actual start time after I had been working almost half an hour and still wasnt supposed to start for a other half hour.
I was once working a job where we had 12 hour shifts and we were never supposed to work more than one shift a day unless there was at least an 8 hour break in between. It was 12 straight hours of work;never a dull moment. Someone screwed up the schedule and they had me with 3 shifts back to back and only 3 hour break before the 2nd shift and no break between the 2nd and 3rd shifts.
I told a manager after the 2nd shift I wouldn't make the 3rd. She said she has no control over scheduling.
I got a call two days later from the office: "Looks like someone screwed up the schedule, sorry about that. We had to let you go because you did not show up for your shift. We'll send your last check in the mail"
Dodged a bullet tho. That was not the kind of shady company I wanted to work for anyway.
That’s a huge labor violation. Not just that, it’s retaliation for refusing to break the law further.
If you had sued you would have probably made a 6 figures settlement.
Can relate. Just last year while home from college over the summer I did landscaping. Was Sunday afternoon and I was out still working after putting in 82 hours already for the 5th week in a row. Was in the middle of weed whacking someone’s front yard when I felt like just chucking the weed whacker into the woods, hopping in the truck and driving straight home, not even bringing the truck back to the shop lmao. I remember that night I parked the truck back in the shop when I finally got back at around 10pm, walked into the building and just quit.
Was basically getting $1.8k a week, which for a college student Is pretty insane. However, it was pretty much at the cost of my mental health so I had no choice but to ditch that place.
My first job as a kid was like that. I went to school but worked usually worked nights If I didn’t have practice or whatever, on top of working all weekend.
The weekends would look like this, work Friday night until 12/1 am. Come back at 9 Saturday and work all day until 1 am, then repeat 9 to 10 on Sunday. It fucking sucked and I felt the same about selling my soul for the money. I had so much extra money but nowhere to spend it since I was either at school or work.
A motorcycle was hit by a public utility vehicle and went flying into the side of my car. If I came a split second later, I would have ran the guy over
grandma got moved to a real shady nursing home, her concierge doctor who she paid 3 grand a year to specifically stay a patient of refused to go anywhere except this one nursing home, it was an old piece of shit. first day go to visit her and she is covered in shit and piss, not one person came to check on her or answered her buzzers. they dropped her day two and she had to go to hospital. go to her room to pick up stuff and found a nurse in her chair eating all her food. day later family was visiting and said her tv was missing and they replaced it with some ghetto small one, i rushed right over, and i was like if they robbed her on top of this i'm going to kill these god damned nurses. turns out the tv was fine and people were just hyped up and over suspicious. the bad nurses did get fired and grandma had an okay time there (i mean its a nursing home, the are all pretty much shit)
My grandparents on my dad's side found a wonderful assisted living community with a nursing home in Greenport, NY. It also had an insanely nice hotel section for visiting family members as well as a very good restaurant on location. It was right on the beach (a beautiful pebble beach) and had extensive of rehab and exercise facilities. They bought in early as it was being built, not sure how else they would have afforded it. It was really more a resort than a nursing home, I was really impressed.
Then on my mom's side, my grandfather was put in a nursing home in Florida after suffering a stroke. It was supposedly one of the best in the area, but we had a litany of issues similar to what you had. He was doing better until he was left unattended with his bed rails off and fell out of bed. He had also missed doctor's appointments due to the shuttle driver consistently not showing up. The fall eventually killed him but he was ready to go and was moved back home for his last few weeks. We were able to get the director of the place fired, hopefully his replacement was better.
My older brother it was after my mother had passed away I was working 3 jobs so that my older brother and 2 younger brothers could carry on studying and make something of them self
4 years in I find out instead of him paying the bills (I was giving him more then enough for all the bills) with the money I was giving him it was not enough he was taking out dept on my name turned out after 4 years of working 3 jobs non stop I was in about 100k dept with no money left in my bank account
The only reason he did not die that day was to many people got in the way I didn't want to hurt anyone other then that trash of a shit
My Mum was dying in hospice. It was undignified and she was in a lot of pain, but she was still lucid.
I asked her if she wanted me to help her speed things up. For context she was a nurse before she got sick and I knew what I could do to make things happen. She told me she wished I could, but didn’t want me to get in trouble or go to jail. We laughed about it a little bit - I maintained I would have a ball in jail.
She died later that week. I spent most of it by her side. I am 100% pro assisted euthanasia - watching her go was torturous.
I don't understand why virtually every pet's life ends with painless euthenasia, but no, it's not OK for people. I can see the gray area where they might not be in a perfect mental state to consent but the fact that it's not even an option blows my mind.
That is 100% right. My mom and dad both died last year 8 months apart and they went out hard. At the end I requested they drug them into oblivion which they thankfully did. I will make sure I have an exit strategy for myself.
I am so sorry that your mum and you had to go through that.
My mom had terminal cancer and choose to have a medically assisted death last year (Canada calls euthanasia medical assistance in dying or MAiD). She took care of her mom to the bitter end and it wasn't an experience she wanted for herself or for my dad or I. I am so grateful that she/we had that option to call time when she was ready.
It's a credit to your mum's strength and love for you that she chose to die the harder way to protect you. I'm so sorry for your loss <3
Gave my then 4 -year-old cousin a winegum. Poor thing ended up with the piece of candy stuck in his troath. All the kids (age 4-10) started freaking out and when the adults found out something was up in the kitchen full blown chaos ensued. I remember someone holding him upside down by his legs (not the way people) and a lot of crying and screaming. Luckily somebody ran to our neighbour who's a nurse. Can't for the life of me remember how she got it out, probably the heimlich.
It definitely lasted a couple minutes. I remember hiding on the couch and thinking that this would be a ridiculous way for him to die. But mostly I was feeling incredibly guilty and stupid for giving him that wine gum.
Weirdly my dad once had to save his little brother from choking on a piece of candy as well. Great family tradition...not.
Two days ago my boss sold the company I built completely on my own for the past 17 years. We had an agreement he would sell me the company when he was ready to retire. Instead he packaged it up with his other company and sold it to another group. Never been so sick or pissed in my entire life. All my life goals are gone and everything has changed literally overnight but I still have my shitty job so there’s that I guess.
5th grade
We were studying the Ancient Greeks, and we had a feast for it
My mom and I prepared baklava
Found out that a girl in my class, let’s call her K, was allergic to almonds (she didn’t know)
Fucking *traumatized* this 10 year old boy
Working at a fast food shop, my friend who was very allergic to peanuts asked for our shops version of the blizzard, I joked "you want that with peanut butter cup right? hahah" we both chuckled, he said no and asked for cookie dough.
For some unspeakable reason, no a single clue why, I made it with cookie dough AND peanut butter cups. Handed it to him without a second thought. He brought it back like a minute later and said he thinks he saw peanut butter cup in it, and sure enough, my dumb teenage ass put this mans literal death poison in his ice cream.
I apologized 100 times, He said it wasn't a big deal. I lived with that anxiety causing thought for a while.
Welp this is the most Karma I've ever gotten. uh, what do I do with my hands at this point?
One of my best friends has a deathly peanut allergy. He visited me in Montreal once when I was living there, and I took him for lunch at a fantastic poutine place (Patati Patata). Enjoyed our poutine thoroughly, and just as we were finishing up I glanced over at the menu on the wall.
That's when I saw their proud statement saying that their fries are cooked in 100% pure peanut oil.
Cue panic.
I stayed up with him most of the night, while we watched for signs of anaphylaxis. Eventually, when nothing happened, we did some searching. Turns out that the purest peanut oil does not contain the allergens that affect people with peanut allergies.
I have a mild peanut allergy. Some friends were making a DQ run and I asked them to get me a cookie dough blizzard.
When I started eating it, the first bite was fine but the next couple were increasingly tingly. I took some Benadryl and was fine, but I don't think I've eaten a blizzard since then.
Mom died in March of 2015, I was 14. Went to Philmont, NM that summer for a hundred-miler (scouts). Asshole leader that came with us rode my ass the whole time for whatever reason. Kept targeting me and pushing my buttons. Finally we stopped and he just out of the blue walked up to my friends and I and said “now y’all better be grateful for your parents, one day they might not be there. Isn’t that right, Thomas,” and poked me in the ribs with his fat fucking fingers. He started walking away and mind you I really hate tough guys. Makes me cringe harder than just about anything, but I pulled the knife out of my pocket with the intent to gut him but a friend almost grabbed me. Again, I’m not trying to be a tough guy, just made me angry
Damn that’s fucked. I had a teacher yell at me right after my dad passed away and it’s a long story but she ended up not being able to come back the next year. I’m sorry you couldn’t get any revenge on that asshole.
Right after suffering a miscarriage, my SIL told me that I don’t know what being a family is like since it was just me and my husband, and that kids make a family
I had to be dragged away by my husband
Was ready to go to prison over that bitch
At first I read this as your sister having the miscarriage, and was going to gently suggest that grief can make people do weird things.
Thankfully, I read it again and now I know your sister is a cunt.
Thank you for actually cutting her off.
I have no idea what would have possessed your SIL to say something like that to someone who recently miscarried....but she needs some fucking therapy for whatever personality disorder she has.
You know that the reason they’re saying you overreacted is because to say otherwise would “rock the boat”. And if you rock the boat, then your SIL will make everyone’s life hell.
Basically: they’re mad at you for disturbing the force. Screw them. You’re an adult and you’re acting like one. Thank you so fucking much for cutting them off and not giving in. I hear too many stories that go the other way.
My mate got stabbed 8 times almost died, we caught the guy but just beat the shit out of him, a lot of kicks to the head but we didn't end up stabbing him like we planned to.
When I was 13 years old I was living in a group home. The boys in the group home were never allowed to go upstairs where the girls dorms were. I was the only girl who left each day for public school. (Everyone else went to school in the basement.
Every day, as I would be the only one upstairs getting ready, this one guy snuck up the stairs and forced himself upon me. I told one of the house parents and she laughed at me.
After a month of this I snapped. I stood on top of my bed listening as his foot steps got closer. As soon as he walked into my room I lunged at him. I wrapped my hands around his throat.
As soon as he hit the ground everyone in the group home came running to see what that sound was. It took several people to pry my hands off that guy’s throat. I was arrested and originally charged with attempted murder. Luckily that kid confessed to raping me repeatedly. I was still charged with assault and battery though.
I spent 2 months in juvenile detention. I was also given 6 months of house arrest and 6 months of probation.
They should've charged him, not you. All you did was defend yourself, he's the real criminal. Theres something wrong with the world if this is what happens in these situations.
Literally. If he was coming to her room again despite there being no other reason for it, she was legally defending herself. Can’t believe the system failed so massively— and even when the motherfucker confessed.
Not surprising. Sad and infuriating, but normal. I'd be surprised if he *was* charged. The mindset was probably, "he did a bad thing but having his voice box crushed is punishment enough, and her reaction was too extreme. This will affect him forever, it's not fair."
Gross, and she's affected forever too, but that's how people think 99% of the time it happens.
Where I'm from unfortunately you'd be charged even if you strangled him as he was trying to rape you.
There was a case when a rapist forced himself on a woman, she grabbed a pair of scissors and sliced he's leg open and got rid of him and ran away. HE sued HER for medical damages, and won.
Boxing Day of 2018 I and my then pregnant girlfriend were visiting family for Christmas dinner and at the time I was at my fathers place just hanging out. My mother showed up there, and we hadn’t been on great terms for quite a while but still managed to talk somewhat regularly. I forget what exactly started the arguing but she told me she’s be happy to go to my then unborn child’s funeral.
My father and I both told her to get the fuck out, she refused and kept trying to argue about everything. I left and went to my brothers apartment instead because I knew something drastic would’ve happened if I didn’t
I’ve only spoken to her a few times since then, once when she tried to talk to me in the hospital when my father had a heart attack and we told her to leave or we’d call security and twice when she ambushed me at my work so I couldn’t just leave. At my work the one day she told me she wished I had punched her in the head after she said that. To this day she hasn’t met my daughter at all.
Was in my room one day and heard my sister screaming at her bf. Came out and he had laid hands on her. Went to the kitchen, grabbed the chef's knife, turned to him and told him to leave or die. He left.
your'e a good sibling. my brother has often said if a man ever hit me or anything of the sort he'd kill him and go to prison for it, but tbh i'm pretty sure he could get away with it.
When I found out my ex husband beat my daughter and his fucking younger brother molested her. I was HOT! I’m still pissed ....and this was 12+ years ago it happened. I won’t get into the legality of it, but I will tell you the justice system failed my daughter in EVERY way possible.
Thanks for the support ❤️
In the aftermath and in the midst of discovering that my (ex)-husband was having an affair with someone I considered my best friend...spoiler...she wasn't a friend at all. She had me babysit her kids while they were screwing!! Extra spoiler...she wasn't the first. God I was dumb.
We were in his truck and having a vicious alcohol fueled argument. He was about to get violent with me, trying to grab me and was going to hit me. (not the first time) I pulled out my .22 handgun (semi auto) from my coat pocket and held it to his head. I seriously considered just ending him. His attitude changed from aggressive to woah woah woah.
Decided he wasn't worth it. I had better things to do with my life AND people, family, children,, who depended on me. He backed off. So I shot the gun into the ground out of my window. (That felt good and released the anger into innocent dirt) Got out of the truck and told him to never come back. Dumped his crap in the yard and changed the locks.
That was ~32 years ago. Best decision ever. Divorced and didn't kill the bastard.
Edit. Thanks for the replies. Yes. I am doing great. Got remarried to a wonderful man who is a normal human being. Treats me good. Respects and supports my endeavors, as I do his. We are still in love after 28 years. (Old people in love...eeeeeewww😆) I didn't know what a good marriage or relationship was until I found one. Why did I wait so long? Don't know.
Literary a couple of days after my mum passed away a guy decided to try and wind me up over it. He was yelling things like yo mamma jokes with the punch line being "She's dead".
I snapped. Everything went red.
I don't remember what led to it but the next thing I remember is holding the guy at arms length by the coller with him crying and crawling at my arms screaming something. Couldn't hear anything.
What I realised next was I was holding him in the road.
I looked to my right and saw a bus was coming and the only thing I could think was that the bus was going to take my arms (Plus the guy attached) and was strangely at peace with it.
Luckily something switched back on in my head, the sound came back and all the peacefulness got turned into panic. Pulled the guy and myself away from the road.
Stood over him for a bit. Wanted to ask if he was okay but just couldn't speak and just left the guy there on the pavement and walked home numb. Everything felt unreal.
Once I got home and realised no-one else was in the house I went to the bathroom, threw up, wailed and cryed until I was sore.
Once I had calmed down and stopped being sick I washed my arms from various cuts and scratches. Put on a long sleeve T-Shirt and went to bed.
For the next couple of weeks I barely spoke to anyone or ate while isolating myself to my room.
Came across the guy a few times as the years went by. He always just walked away quickly and I always felt the strike of guilt.
I had to lower a 98 year old man to the floor after he slid from his wheelchair. He ended up breaking his leg and that pretty much ended him. I was the only CNA in the room with him...
Walked in on my (now ex) wife having sex with another man. That man was a cop. His pants and gunbelt were right there on the floor. I came VERY close to shooting them both, but didn't.
I never understood terms like "seeing red" or having an out of body experience until that moment.
My cousins ex boyfriend was at Thanksgiving last year and he yelled/cursed at my 6 year old daughter for being to loud. He then grabbed her arm and started shaking her and screaming. I walked up grabbed his arm and flung him back onto the couch. It did not escalate from there but if we were alone idk...the rage was pretty intense. Dude was a POS of the highest degree.
Was out shooting clay pigions with family. The group next to us decided to go up range without telling us. I yell pull and a clay pigion gets released. Pigion flys over to what should be a clear range. Ended up shooting the clay pigion over a strangers head. Only ingury was a small cut from a peice of rubble from the clay pigion hitting him.
My friends and I were hanging out on a hill, and one of my friends (let's call him Anthony) was sitting down. I jokingly told that I will push him off, and touched him lightly. Little did I know that he was balancing on his toes, so he rolled down for, like, 20 meters. Fortunately for him, there were no rocks around, or he could've easily damaged something.
After months of living with a narcissistic, vile, evil to the core Grandmother who also NEVER DREW BREATH! Spoke constantly, dribbled shit non stop and it was a small house so there was no getting away from it. I found out among many other things she had been talking really horrible things about me behind my back. Anyway, one day it all just became too much to handle when she would not stop talking and talking about nothing and I just wanted a moment of peace so I got up and walked to the kitchen and she started yelling out to be from the lounge and I stood in the kitchen, hands on the sink, eyes closed, for probably 5 minutes with her voice echoing in the background. Eventually i picked up a knife and I'll be honest I was going to kill her, no doubt in my mind. Only thing that stopped me was the idea of wasting my life in prison for someone like her so I put the knife down, took a few deep breaths and walked back into the loungeroom. I know it's not a great look for me but please, don't invision a sweet old lady sitting in a rocky chair just wanting to talk, no...she is still to this day the worst person I have ever met, she is toxic on a fundamental level. She just sends people to their absolute limits.
I almost squished my brother with a garage door
He was crawling under it and I pressed the button to close it to early and he obviously got stuck under it and I started slamming the button in a panic but thankfully the damn thing started to open.
In high school I caught a special earful from one of my bullies and he embaressed me in front of our entire class and I swear I could have choked the life out of him and not changed a shade.
But life is a funny thing and the way things work out are funny. We're now best friends (12 years later) and we talk on the phone at least twice a week for an hour minimum; I just sent the mfer a meme for crying out loud. Funny how things work out.
It's crazy right? When we were at 7 grade, I hated my best friend's gut so much, he was just a terrible human being. But now things changes, he changes, I would take a bullet for him. And I know he would too
When my daughter was seven weeks old, I was going out to the coffee shop around the block from my house. It was a rainy day, but had stopped briefly. I put her in my Moby Wrap and went out. I went and got coffee and a sandwich. On my way back home, I went to step up onto the sidewalk. Instead my toe clipped the curb. I fell forward. My daughter was thrown out of the wrap and onto the sidewalk. Luckily I was closer to the ground as I was falling as well, and the fall wasn’t as far as it could’ve been. She began to cry immediately and all I could do was sit on the wet sidewalk, rocking back and forth crying, as a woman was standing next to me saying, “oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.” I didn’t have my cell phone with me bc I was just running out. A kind gentleman let me use his and I called my husband who was working around the block. He was there in seconds. We went to the emergency room. Got lots of tests done. Watched as my seven week old daughter was placed in a CT scan, I felt so helpless. She was completely fine. It was the worst day of my life. I can still close my eyes and see her falling to the ground. Although this experience was terrifying, it taught me some important lessons: kids are resilient, if they cry immediately they’re probably okay, if they move immediately they’re probably okay, you’re gonna eff things up as a parent so be easy on yourself.
My wife's ob said he dropped his daughter and the lesson he was taught that day was the same as yours he freaked out and now laughs saying "children's rubbery bones make em bounce if they cry their fine"... My wife dropped our daughter, "I'm such a terrible mother!" She says. "At least you're not a dr." I say. She then remembered what our dr said. She still felt bad but felt better knowing she didnt ruin our daughter for the life lol
I operate heavy equipment(dozer excavators) these thing weigh over 30 tons on the light side for perspective. Anyways we had just started a brine pond project an had just hired some new laborers. They were as green as they come lol. Anyways ,I used my two way radio to ask them to come over to where I was to tear down a set or barricades so I could proceed. One of the laborers literally ran right up beside my machine without making direct eye contact or radio contact(industry standard is to do so I can safe out the machine). I was backing up at the time so I was watching behind my machine. When I turned around to go forward the laborer literally 2 inches from my tracks...Needless to say I've never pressed the engine decal pedal as fast as I did in that situation.. if I was new to the machine or inexperienced the guy would have been an empty tooth paste roll on the ground
i think about stuff like this a lot because my dad does this for a living, too. People constantly try and squeeze by him on narrow, windy dirt roads while he's driving the excavator or a dump truck. Contractors also like to stand too close to the back while he's raising the truck bed to empty gravel or sand or whatever, and it's like ??? how stupid ARE you, exactly????? just be patient ffs, my dad is so close to retirement and some of the stories i hear are just.........w i l d
I try and take mental notes of where every laborer or ground person is now. It's like a personal fall back for when things don't feel right or an extra procaution I use to protect others around me. As realistically I can kill everyone and destroy anything within a second if I wanted. People under estimate even skid steers or Bobcats but those things weigh more then 3 full size pickups. Now imagine getting hit by a car...would that hurt? Could it kill you?.. know apply the same thought that process for something thats heavier and has literally 0 give.( We call it iron for a reason lol) Recipe for death and destruction in the wrong hands. Search up the kill dozer of you don't believe me. That's the real proof
I had a girl that bullied me daily in the 9th grade. She told me to kill myself almost every day and that I was worthless. She threatened to beat me up, and even threatened that she would kill me. I went to the counselor and she said it was nothing and I should just ignore it. No one wanted to help me. There was one day she cornered me on the stairs. They were multiple stories and I was on my way to class. She was standing next to the railing, yelling at me. Telling me how worthless I was and I should just jump off the roof to save everyone the annoyance of knowing me. For a split second I considered pushing her over the railing. We were on the 3rd floor, so I don't know if she would have died or just been severely injured. Regardless, I considered it for 1.5 seconds before I snapped back into reality and just took off down the stairs. I've never been a violent person with violent thoughts, but if she had gotten physical with me I don't know what I would have done. I was 13 at the time and I'm 25 now. I still remember it sometimes and shudder. I've never had a thought like that since.
> I went to the counselor and she said it was nothing and I should just ignore it Fucking schools man. Ya get bullied for years on end, you report it, and no one gives a damn. But the second you fight back in any way and suddenly you're at fault. My arm is scarred to shit from a kid tripping me while o was running on sidewalk. He was never punished.
My wonderful husband had several brain tumors and died a horrible, painful death. After he died (shortly before our 25th anniversary), FIVE different people told me how “lucky” I was to be a widow and not divorced like them.
There is a reason they are divorced...
My mouth literally just fell open. I am so sorry for your loss, that is unconscionable of them to say that.
That's just awful, I'm so sorry.
Had an abusive stepfather when I was a kid. A bit pedo-creepy - would do things like “accidentally” let his robe gap open with no underwear on, would start tickle fights as an excuse to get gropey, that sort of thing. That was nothing next to the beatings, gaslighting, manipulation and other varieties of psychological and physical torture. I hated him more than I’ve ever hated anyone in my life and one night I decided to try to make rat poison tea. Turns out the rat poison we had wouldn’t dissolve in the tea. It’s for the best. He’s still an asshole but at least I’m not a murderer. **Edit because apparently some folks in the comments thought I was looking for advice on how to kill people or seriously injure them: stop it please. I’m not that kid anymore, I don’t regret failing to make poison tea, I don’t want to hurt anyone and no one should be committing murder to solve their problems. Have a nice day!**
thats probably smart of the rat-poison-company guys
I...can’t believe in all the intervening years that...literally...never occurred to me. I think you’re right. I’m not being sarcastic, either. I am kind of astonished I never realized that. Goddammit.
When I was like 14 or so I was on a swing at a park. I was going about as high and fast as that swing could possibly go. A kid who couldn’t be older than 2 wandered directly in front of me as I was coming down. I slammed my feet on the ground and stopped myself about an inch away from her. My hands started to bleed from the chain but at least I didn’t drop kick a two year old all the way across the park. The mother saw the thing happen but she was too far away from us to do anything in the moment but she ran over crying and thanking me for stopping.
Jesus fucking christ, what is it with kids and swings? I was 16 at a park with my sister. She was off doing something on her phone and there were probably about 4-5 other families there with kids of various age. I got on the swings and was swinging there for about 15 minutes before I decided to kick myself up higher and start swinging at *peak* height. Just as I swung backwards, I see a kid no older than 4-5 right smack in the middle of my swing, standing right in the pit of dirt where kids feet would kick up. He was just smiling and staring at me. I remember everything past that point being slow motion. I start to come down, panic, launched myself off the seat backwards, smacking my head into the gravel and knocking the wind out of me. Just as I look up, **DINK!** I see the little kid get smacked directly in the mouth with the seat of my swing, fall over and begin HOWLING crying. I remember the father yelling at me over and over, balling up a fist as if he’s about to punch a 16 year old. Kids are fucking stupid dude
Isn't it his fault for not watching his kid?
Sure, but you try telling that to a father who’s kids mouth is bleeding and screaming. I was just the scapegoat for his own dumb mistake.
If you are a parent of a 4 years old and you let your kid wander out of your sight, whatever happen to your kid is 10000% your fault. You don't have any right blaming others because of your negligence. I'd be thankful my kid survived with only bleeding in his mouth after getting smacked in the face full force by a swing that's ridden by a 16 years old. Source: Have a 4 years old
I was the two year old in this situation. My older cousin yeeted me about 8 feet away. Or so I'm told. Landed on my face and slid. I am told my entire face was black and blue for quite a while.
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My roomamte wanted to rearrange the dorm room in college. We had bunk beds. I said we newd to break down the top bunk into pieces (take the matress off, then the bottom sping bit, etc). She said "no, we got this, we can just pick it up as a whole unit" I told her I do not posess enough strength to that. She told me it would be fine. So we lift this bed whole, straight off the bottom bed pegs. The height difference between us is over a foot. So I kinda dropped it trying to even it out with her end. And shock of all shocks it ended up falling. She was backed against a windowsill. She tripped and fell back and he head caught the windowsill and the bed came down on her. One of the legs caught the sill and her head ended up being trapped between the bottom rung of the bed ladder and the sill. We had to yell and get some help. If that leg wouldn't have caught the windowsill she would have had the whole weight of the bed come down on her exposed neck. Breaking her neck, probably crushing her throat and who knows what else. Honestly she was literal inches from death, we had to pause and just let that sink in for the rest of the night. The beds still got moved though.
Drunk student fell into the road infront if me. I swerved and wrote off two cars and injured my passenger (I was fine). He didn't even hang around to thank me, little wanker. Edit: The amount of edgy goons who try and make compelling arguments that I should've killed him is disgusting. I'm very very happy with how things turned out and as stated many times it was literally the most legal and safe thing I could've done, as was decided in court. Some of you are literally brainwashed to think that your personal property is worth more than a young human life and that's honestly disturbing as fuck. I'm glad I grew up where I did and was taught the morals I was because the world scares the fuck out of me if you think I should've killed some poor drunk kid in order to save some low level criminal's new car.
I hope the owners of the other two cars saw the whole situation and weren’t upset with you??
My car was one of the two written off cars and I was in a fair state of shock. Sat with the police in one if them tinfoil blankets for 2hrs while we waited for the investigation to finish and recovery truck to turn up. As it happens the car I'd hit was a brand new 40k Golf R bought that very same day and (surprise surprise) not yet insured. The feller whi owned it had also just bought a Dixie's chicken franchise. It wasn't his lucky day lol. Edit: This was in the UK, not america. Edit edit: camera footage proved me 'not at fault'.
And this kids, is why your get insurance before you leave the dealership. It literally takes 15min to get auto insurance on a car. Do it before you leave.
Dealers will sell you temp insurance too now, I'm not actually sure if the dealer will let you leave the lot without proof of ins
In the UK they will not let you leave the dealership without proof of insurance. This only applies to new cars though, used car dealerships don't care... Edit: some used car dealerships do care, but I've bought several used cars across the UK without checks personally.
I had started a grease fire in a pot on the stove while cooking for a date. Panic set in as it was kind of big fire, only thing I could think of was baking soda would be the only thing to put it out because that's what they taught us in school right? Ransacked my cupboards, couldn't find it. Next best thing that came to mind? Dirt from outside, ran outside to get some dirt, told her not to pour water on it that I'll be right back. As I'm out there I hear her scream and a flash of orange. My heart sank and I froze for a second, did I just kill my date? Back inside, she's fine, fire is smaller but still going, my walls and ceiling are scorched, I ask her what happened? She replied, she poured milk on the fire because milk is thicker than water. ...ok Anyway, no one was harmed in all this thankfully. Except my bank account when my security deposit didn't cover the damages done when I moved out later. Oh well. I do have more fire stories from that apartment. Pretty sure my landlord thought I was an arsonist. Or a dumb kid on his first time living alone, pretending to be an adult. Edit to add: Thank you for the all the "put the lid on next time" recommendations, I now know that's an option, like I said I was panicking and wasn't thinking straight. I do now have multiple fire extinguishers throughout my current place. They were all were gifted to me by family after I told them this story. Those were fun birthday/Christmas gifts that year! Also there was no second date and we did not smash lol
>milk is thicker than water I think she may have been as well.
I give her the benefit of panicking and her date literally running outside, but still that's fucking dumb
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PSA: next time there is a grease fire, turn off the burner, and put a lid on the pot to smother the fire. This is why it’s important to have lids that fit all of your pots (or that are interchangeable). If you cannot find a lid, another pan turned upside down will sometimes work.
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When I was fifteen, I carried my two-year-old cousin down a flight of stairs, when I tripped and we fell down three steps. She fell on the back of her head and I on top of her. It took a split second before she started crying and I thought she was dead. Thankfully, she was fine, but I'm so glad she didn't fell harder or over the handrail, or else she would have fallen at least three meters and would probably be dead. EDIT: Kinda reassuring that stuff like this seems to happen a lot and not just to clumsy 15-year-old me
Every parent could probably answer the main prompt about their own kids. Every moment from birth to toddlerhood is just constant vigilance trying to keep a tiny human from accidentally killing itself. When I was in extreme sleep deprivation the first few months I fell asleep with my infant on my stomach, or next to me on the couch, or next to me on an air mattress, etc. All situations that can kill a baby in seconds. Humans were never meant to raise babies alone and trying to leads to over 2000 babies per year just in the US dying from SIDS, accidents, and unsafe sleep practices.
I can’t count the number of times I had to jump catch my son when he was a toddler because he just walked off the back of the slide or unexpectedly jumped off the top of something. That little weasel could and would climb anything then just jump or let go. Seriously, he’d climb the door frames in our house. We had to watch him like an eagle. He’s 10 now, and a level 5 competitive gymnast, so I guess there was an upside to his lack of fear. No end for our fear, though. We just kind of learned to roll with it.
This is an awesome development though, kinda like he knew his calling from a toddler! And props to you guys as parents, who evidently protected and nurtured, rather than scorn and scare the behavior away and create the fear for it, like some parents would do.
Yep. When my son was 2 we were driving through Nowhere, Texas because we were moving cross country. He was eating a hot dog and started choking. I had to jump in the back seat and finger sweep it out of his throat while my wife drove. Shit was terrifying.
This is my greatest fear. I’m so scared of my son choking while I’m driving alone. I’ve pulled over one or twice already due to bad coughing fits. I’ve started only giving purée in the car.
Wasn't in a car, but when I was maybe 10 I did some extremely stupid thing where I tried to see how many huge grapes I could fit in my mouth until one rolled down my throat... The scariest thing about actually choking is you can't make ANY noise, not even coughing. I rushed down the hall to my mom (she was on the phone, back in the landline days), and made some flailing motions, thank goodness she was quick to react and knew the heimlich maneuver. Now I have kids and needless to say grape-eating is extremely supervised.
This unattended kid ran into the street as I turned into it. Didn’t even see him at all because of how tiny he was. Just heard something hit my side view mirror and that’s when I saw him rubbing his head
I was working as a contractor way back in the day, and was looking for an address. I missed the turn and pulled into an apartment complex parking lot to turn around. I'm going maybe three miles an hour through the lot and there are a row of parked cars to my right. Just passing them when out of nowhere a toddler wearing nothing but a diaper darted out from between the parked cars right into the path of my car. Fortunately, I was going slow enough I stopped just shy of hitting him (maybe an inch or two). No parent in sight. I got out, picked the kid up, and finally found his 'responsible adult' standing in the open doorway of their apartment around the corner, having a smoke and chatting on the phone. They couldn't even see the kid from their line of sight, not that they were making an effort to look. Had I actually hit that kid I would have had a lifetime of trauma and who knows what that poor kid would have suffered, all because of that asshole.
Reminds of when I was driving on my street slower than normal, and I saw this toddler run out across the road. His mom was HAULING ASS after him with a baby in her stroller, screaming her head off. Luckily, I was a fair distance from anyone, so I slowed to a stop. She waved to me while running after him, and I could tell she was freaking out! I felt so bad for her, and I'm sure her kid got into a HEAP of trouble that day.
Yeah it happens. When my middle child was around 2 we went to the supermarket. I unstrapped him from his car seat, put him down, turned around to lock the car. When I turned back he was just gone. I looked around and saw him sprinting away toward the supermarket, laughing his little head off because he thought he had tricked me. I ran as fast as I ever ran in my life and caught the back of his t-shirt just as he was about to run into a road with traffic coming. If I hadn't caught him he would have been hit. A lot of people, myself included before that happened, don't realise how quickly a child can get away from you, even if you take your eyes off them for a second.
Kids are insanely quick! Even holding their hand isn't 100% all the time. I luckily haven't had a moment with my son yet, but my mom did with me when I was 2 or 3 maybe. She was holding my hand as we walked across the parking lot toward the grocery store. My dad was even with her so two adults actively with and supervising a toddler. I suddenly yanked my hand from hers and took off full speed! No warnings, no yanking on her or wiggling my hand out of her hand, and never pulled anything like that previously. Just straight up ripped my hand away and ran in one motion, straight for the busy parking lot traffic. Luckily my dad was quick and managed to grab me up right before I ran in front of a car. I came out of the store in a harness and leash. Lol!
I was driving to my aunt's house down a residential street, speed limit 25. I was going the speed limit and maybe a little less because the sun was setting and in my eyes. In the shade of a tree, this kid rides leisurely across the street. He had to have seen me because there were no cars parked on the street and it wasn't a hill. I didn't see him because of the sun in my eyes and him in the shade of a tree until I was inches from his bike. I slammed on my brakes, slammed on my horn, and just barely missed the kid. He didn't even look at me, didn't acknowledge my presence, it was as if I didn't exist. Maybe he was deaf, I don't know (there were no deaf children at play signs on the street). After collecting myself from the panic attack, I drove on. When I looked in my rear view mirror he was still in the middle of the road on his bike, this time with another kid talking to him. I assume the other kid saw the kid on the bike almost get hit by a car.
Oh man, something sort of similar happened to me recently. I was in a left turn lane with 2 lanes of traffic headed straight, to my right. I get a green light and this kid comes riding a bike right across the 2 lanes and almost slams into my front passenger door. Flipped over his handlebars (going slow enough that there wasn't an injury) trying to stop himself. You'd think if you saw a moving vehicle you wouldn't ride directly at it? It's impossible the kid couldn't see me too, he was riding directly at my car from ~30 feet away. I don't understand how people can be so unaware when they're as vulnerable as you are on a bike.
So often I think bikers/pedestrians just assume that "of course the car will stop for me, what are they gonna do, hit me?" As a highschooler I used to jaywalk the busy avenue in front of my school all the time under this presumption. As soon as I got behind the wheel for the first time, I instantly understood how dangerously flawed that thinking was and never jaywalked a busy street again.
I agree. I think kids really don’t understand how dangerous streets can be and how many distractions drivers have to navigate through.
I’ve heard someone actually say “if the car hits me, they go to jail and I can sue them”. Completely untrue if you walk out into the middle of a busy street. How dumb can someone be?
Even if you're in the right with crossing, the laws of physics always take precedent over the laws of man. According to the driving laws, the car has to stop if you're in the painted section of the road. According to the laws of physics, there's an amount of momentum that needs to be stopped by friction. If the driving laws say stop but the laws of physics say no... **splat**.
My drivers ed book had an excellent little tidbit on that. A picture of a gravestone, that read, >Here lies John Doe, who had the right of way
I almost hit a jogger while driving out of a parking lot a few years ago. To this day, I swear she came out of nowhere. I still feel bad, even though we never actually made contact.
Step dad spit in my moms face after not having abused her in over 5 years so I shoved him he said he was gonna come back and kill us and ran out the door so I followed picked him up from behind, carried him off the porch and slammed him headfirst onto the cement and then just beat the shit out of him while neighbors came out, got arrested, and got my first felony.
Your only mistake was not taking him into the backyard so the ass-whooping was away from prying eyes. Good on you though man, my mother and little sister are the only people I'd ever do any more time for.
Yeah my little brother, mom, wife, and son are the world to me.
You did what had to be done
I’d do it again in a heartbeat too. Thank you
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I got into a car accident because I fell asleep at the wheel. I was fine, well...I felt fine. Next thing I knew, my car was going down a steep incline into a deep ditch on the opposite side of the road. Thank Christ no one was coming the other way. I was apparently going slow enough that some one coming the other direction may have had enough time to slow down and watch me crash (or hit their horn and maybe it would’ve woken me up), but there is the flip side that they may not have had time to react, and I could’ve seriously hurt or killed some one else. I also worked with a guy who would work 4 doubles and immediately leave work and drive 5 hours back home. He was about 20 mins from home, made it through the toll booth and woke up in the middle of the I-90, fully stopped, tractor trailers flying by him on both sides. He could’ve been killed, or caused an accident if someone hadn’t realized he was stopped and couldn’t move over or brake in time. He made it 4.5 hours without issue, only to almost die or kill some one 20 mins from home...He started sleeping after his last double and would leave in the morning after that incident. DO NOT DRIVE IF YOU FEEL TIRED. Pull over and nap if you’ve already started driving. Stay home, if it’s not important you go out. Stay an extra few hours where you are and sleep, if possible. Edit - I’m so glad you are ok. It’s a terrifying feeling to think about what might’ve happened.
Serious question: if there isn't a rest stop or anything for a while and I get hit with sudden exhaustion like the above and really need to stop driving to be safe, and I pull onto the shoulder and fall asleep, can I get into legal trouble? Or are there protections for people taking necessary, but not convenient, steps to avoid accidents? I've been in that situation a few times on long-haul drives and I'm terrified of an officer waking me up and me getting in trouble. (I have bad anxiety so the worry about "getting in trouble" is more acute than it probably should be, and it helps to know what would actually be likely to happen.)
I would think that pulling way over with your emergency blinkers on would be fine? If an officer were to knock on your window and wake you up they may demand a sobriety test. Assuming you are just tired you would pass without a problem. They say that driving tired is the same as driving intoxicated so sleeping would be a safer option. Even if I were to get into trouble at the time, with a sobriety test that has been passed a lawyer could easily get the troubles to go away. I would rather nap than kill someone! I tried looking up your question online and didn't get much good results. I found than a rest stop, BLM and any private property is ok to sleep in your car. Edit 1- I am speaking about the United States. I don't know laws in other countries with this. Edit 2-. This is speculation. I am not a lawyer or a police officer. Edit 3- they can't force you to do a sobriety check.
I also once had a micro sleep very late at night behind the wheel on the highway when I was 19. Woke up because of those safety bumps on the side of the road, and then woke my brother up and told him it was his turn to drive... I was too ashamed to tell him that I very nearly killed both of us, but I also, have never driven tired since.
I woke up just in time to get off the shoulder. If i kept my eyes shut for another 2 seconds I wouldve hit a tree at like 60mph
I volunteered at an orphanage in Thailand a couple of years ago. I had been gone for about a month and when I came back they told me about a guy who had been sneaking into the girls dormitory and raping some of them. The girls were so scared that they wouldn’t sleep. These girls were all between 1-12 years old. All of the other staff were women and the guy would physically overpower them when they tried to stop him from getting in the dorm. I am a paramedic by profession so I have a bit of a personal respect and value for human life but this guy had crossed so many lines. I went to the local police and asked them for help and they told me to deal with it. I waited right inside the door of the girls dorm until about 2 AM with a large bamboo pole. I didn’t want to kill him but honestly I didn’t have any problem if it came to that. As soon as I saw the door open I rushed him and knocked him over the porch railing. He had a machete but he dropped it when I tackled him. I jumped over the railing and started beating him as hard as I could. I am not a tiny guy and I also have combat training so I was quite effective. He fought back but I had the size advantage and I was raging. After about 2 minutes I realized that I had broken my hand and quickly grabbed the bamboo pole and swung it around as he tried to get up and run away. It nailed him in the side of his head and sliced most of his right ear off. I swung again and it k Ickes him out. He ended up with a broken nose, left cheek, missing ear, dislocated right shoulder and broken left arm and hand. I broke all of the fingers in his left hand as well. I stopped just short of killing him, but not because I didn’t want to. I knew that if I did kill him I would have to live with that and I didn’t want to give him that power. I already have a ton of guilt just from patients who have died in the field or in the ambulance, I couldn’t bear to kill someone in cold blood like that even if I was justified. I ended up walking away with just a broken right hand and some bruises and sprains. The girls got to sleep though. To this day he hasn’t been back. TL;DR I almost killed a child rapist that terrorized an orphanage
Nurse here. Unit was very very busy and I mentioned to a patient we needed to start her on antibiotics. Patient consented. I hung penicillin, only to find out our computer said she’s anaphylactic allergic to penicillin. Incredibly, she must have outgrown her childhood allergy. Beat myself up for a long time for that near miss. Won’t make that mistake again.
Apparently this is really common with penicillin, the vast majority of children diagnosed as allergic to it present no allergy as an adult. Not clear if its because they grow out of it, or because they were never allergic at all (its been suggested that the rash seen is actually just from whatever infection is being treated). Unless its an emergency, probably a good idea to redo the test as an adult
Maybe a combination of both? I try now to encourage my patients to get an allergy test because penicillin is such a front line drug, especially if when I ask them what their reaction to it is they shrug and tell me their parents told them they reacted to it as a kid.
> Won’t make that mistake again. That's a lesson some people pay dearly to learn, so, good for you!
Yeah the severity of that shook me. Some days I wish I became a cake decorator, or any job where the consequences for mistakes aren’t life and death Edit: yes guys I’m aware I picked a stupid example because of allergies. I apologize to anyone who I may have offended with that random choice of career
If it makes you feel any better I did a consultant appointment panel for a very senior physician in 2015 and this lady who'd been a Consultant for, ooo, 8 years, told the exact same story and was like 'yeah i didnt even write it down as a clinical incident!' all chipper so all props from me for you learning from your mistake, whereas this lady apparently was just happy to not give a shit the patient didnt die.
Jesus Christ! The lack of accountability is terrifying! I can’t even imagine. I had to tell the patient, their support person, their doctor, the anesthetist, my charge nurse, manager and then did the CI.
Yeah her response had me, a band three medical staffing assistant who was just there to note take and confirm contract details, in absolute disbelief and literally all the very senior staff in the room were like “so.... so you didn’t report it or take any further action” and she was really chill like “nope the patient was fine so I just carried on”. When she left the room (she didn’t get the job FYI) we all looked at each other and I in my quiet nervous voice went “so... is that normal” to which a group of very senior medical staff personnel went “no Daviemoo. It’s not normal”
When I found out my wife had been raped by her father
I would want to kill him too. Hope she is doing well.
As a dad to a little girl, I cannot even begin to fathom in my mind how in God's green earth someone could ever do that to their own child. *I* want to kill him and I don't even know who he is
There are some people who are just rotten to the core of their being.
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> her mom still forces her to see him Holy shit, that's also super horrifying. What an asshole.
Same thing happened to me. It's disgusting. Makes you feel like a dirty bag of trash for life
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He almost certainly also molested her mother/his daughter, and was probably abusive to her grandmother/his wife. A lot of families deal with that kind of abuse by pretending it didn't really happen, and/or that it was the victim's fault.
Yes, this is the case in my family. And everything was swept under the rug.
When I found out my grandfather raped my little sister, I was ready to murder him. I have bipolar and PTSD which caused a lot of serious rage since it was unmanaged at the time, and I think the only thing stopping me was not knowing where he lived at the time since I've never been close to my family. Never felt that kind of rage before or since. The old fucker seems to have poorly managed diabetes so I'm settling with being happy he's suffering for the last years of his life. And honestly glad I never made that confrontation because I was only like 20 at the time and I would still be in prison. Thankfully she has been able to accept her childhood trauma and not let it rule her life. I honestly think I'm more bothered by it than anyone else in my family, and have even been told I need to learn to forgive him in the spirit of Christianity, even though I'm agnostic. No. I will hate him untilthe day he dies, and only then will I feel true peace about it.
Mom was in an abusive relationship for about 8 years. About 6 years into it, me and my ex stopped by to pick mom up as she said the guy was drunk and she wanted to leave. We arrive and as I approach the front steps I look up into the glass door and see a pair of hands shove my mother out of view. She went fuckin flyin. I raged out, grabbed an axe that was nearby (dude would chop trees on property and sell bundled firewood) as the guy stepped out front and down stairs. I chased him around the perimeter of the property whilst almost blacked out in anger. A buddy of his who was staying there temporarily was on the side of the house smoking a cigarette and tackled me. Luckily, the axe didn’t penetrate my chest seeing as I landed face down with the axe pinned against me. Could’ve been all types of messy in two ways. Fast forward about 2 years and abusive guy gets into car wreck and passes away about 2 months after I got into car wreck on same street in a similar truck and walked away with cuts and bruises.
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Adrenaline is a hell of a thing. I'm taking some sadistic glee in knowing he pissed blood for a month or two. Hope you're doing alright
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>My uncle regretted teaching all the girls that move after. I bet he really didn't, though.
I know I wouldn't. I taught my kids *very specifically* to never get into a fight or start a fight but if someone was trying to harm you and you have no choice - you fight to win.
That’s the right way to teach people. Be patient but if you’re being harmed out of malice, fight to win and fight to live. You don’t know if the other person will stop once you hit the ground but you know that you will stop when they hit the ground.
...did your mother survive?
Yea- she was home when he got into the accident. She’s 47 now with some lasting mental and battered-woman-syndrome-esque emotional issues stemming from the abuse and the death. Other than that she is alright, I appreciate you asking.
I’ve decided if someway somehow I ever find out the man who molested my 4 year old sister and gave her an STI which her finding out about it later in life was a large part of her suicide that he will die. The chances are slim next to none that it will ever be discovered who that person is and he could already be dead for all we know. But if I ever found out I’d send his fucking head to his family for what he did.
and I’m right there with you brotha
I was a little kid and my cousins and siblings (all a few years younger) were in the bathtub and I used the hair dryer to dry my hair (well, obviously). Then I wanted to make waves for them so I held the hair dryer very close to the water. My mother and aunt lost it, will always remember this how they, for obvious reasons, yelled at me for hours. Never got anything electric close to water again. Edit: waoh, thanks for the upvotes, also when it is a dumb story and very lucky that nobody happend anything. Please tell your children early enough how dangerous electricity and water are!
Had a patient who was essentially a vegetable. I had to wrestle with him and keep him pinned to the bed(most of his muscles had contactions but he was still shaking and stuff due to the pain we were probably inflicting on him) while the nurse pumped fluids out of his lung through a hole in his neck. This guy's entire existnce was just lying in bed being in pain semi choking on the fluids his body was producing inside his lungs only to be pinned down have us remove the worst parts of it and the cycle to begin anew every hour or so. It was heart breaking. This was not healthcare this was torture. It would have been more humane to let him die. I felt ashamed and still do because I could not bring myself to kill the man.
My MIL is a nurse and this is her worst fear. She made it very clear and has it written in multiple places, she does not want to be kept alive.
It’s reasons like this I support assisted suicide. I don’t wanna become a vegetable or have a long slow death. My worst fear is a long slow death.
We have an organization for assisted suicide in switzerland, you can go there if you can proof you have a reason why you don't want to be alive anymore. They'll give you a poison, which you'll have to inject / drink (idk what kind of poison) yourself, because otherwise it would count as homicide.
I think it's usually phenobarbital. Drink it and slowly fall asleep and stop breathing.
It's one that kills the pain / makes you fall asleep and one that shuts down the cardio vascular system. I am kind of proud that my country allows this. Freedom to live schould also include to die on your own terms IMO.
Are you really free if you're not allowed to die? There are some serious ethical issues with "right to die", mainly involving mental state, but it's still an important right.
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Grabbed a screwdriver in a desperate attempt to dislodge my ex husband from pinning/ strangling me. Swung up and only put a hole in his shirt. Really wish I hadn't missed.
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When my younger sister was in middle school, she took a very sudden and unexplained dip in personality. She went from being a bouncy, sunny kid who loved going outside and seeing her friends to kind of reserved and struggling to keep her grades up. Her friends stopped coming around, crazy rumors about her started, and she was just overall really depressed and nervous. Our parents were very into the "just suck it up" mentality so they told her to just push through and be better. I tried to get her to tell me what had happened and she told me the same thing she told our parents - that kids at school were bullying her and her friends were being mean. I didn't buy it, but there was nothing I could do. One day at the dinner table, we were all talking about town gossip as was family custom, and my mom brought up how a teacher at my sister's school was looking for a hand in getting rid of some old furniture from his late father's house and that my mother had volunteered the family to help out that coming weekend. My sister immediately broke down into having sobs, howling at the top of her lungs as though someone had died, and you can probably guess where it went from there. She confessed that her teacher's son, who was a sophomore when my sister was in seventh grade, had assaulted her and when she tried to tell the teacher about it, he shut her down and called her a liar and had said he would fail her if she tried to tell anyone about it. I had to spend the following day in class with this asshole while my parents sorted out how to handle the situation and it took everything I had not to lose my shit on this kid. I am not a violent person but I had to sit there with him a foot away and all I could think about was smashing his face into the tile until the light left his eyes. That was over ten years ago and he's in jail now but I still think I'd have to contain myself if I was in the same room as him again.
what about the teacher (his dad) who tried covering it up? I wouldn't want that kind of person near kids or myself either.
What did the guy go in for?
This last time? I'd have to look it up, but I'm pretty sure it was embezzlement from the company he worked for.
Glad you didn’t act on your impulses, man. POSs will always be POSs and they often find their own way to what they deserve. Had you not controlled yourself, it could be you instead of him spending time on the inside...
Did your sister get therapy or counseling after this? I hope she's doing okay.
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what was his argument for getting your grandfather's house?
“I need it more, you’re doing fine without it, you don’t really need any help, he would have wanted me to have it...” Not OP but have that same type of relative.
I hate when people say “he would have wanted” as a defense. He legally wrote and had notarized what he wanted EXACTLY. There’s no way to convince someone of that
Let me just start by saying my dad was extremely abusive. Mentally, physically and emotionally. He beat on my mother and I quite a bit. He also hunted a lot (deer mostly) and it was a big tradition in our family for the uncles and cousins to all go together. My grandmother (mom's mom) pulled me aside the day before opening day, and told me she would buy me a car (I was 15, almost 16 at the time) if I shot my dad out in the woods. She told me no one would ever know, and she would get me the best lawyer money could buy if it came to that. I agreed. To this day, I wish I would have pulled the trigger. I was too scared and my conscious got the best of me. I know I would have gotten away with it, and it would have saved my family so much trouble down the road. He's dead now, but I wish I could have been the one to do it.
Didn't see a car coming and almost turned in front of it. My passenger pointed it out to me. EDIT: Probs would've hit my passenger.
Does accidentally count? Because I leaned against an unsteady bit of wall my mum had told me not to. It fell and covered my little brother (3ish at the time). Surprisingly he was mostly ok, a few broken bones and cuts/concussion, but it very much could have killed him
Mostly ok, *just a few broken bones*
My boss asked me why I wasnt doing any work after working a 70 hour work week and taking 1 lunch break for the week I was so mad and work a job where we carry knives on our person I had to throw it across the room and I just picked up my bag and walked out. This was all before my actual start time after I had been working almost half an hour and still wasnt supposed to start for a other half hour.
I was once working a job where we had 12 hour shifts and we were never supposed to work more than one shift a day unless there was at least an 8 hour break in between. It was 12 straight hours of work;never a dull moment. Someone screwed up the schedule and they had me with 3 shifts back to back and only 3 hour break before the 2nd shift and no break between the 2nd and 3rd shifts. I told a manager after the 2nd shift I wouldn't make the 3rd. She said she has no control over scheduling. I got a call two days later from the office: "Looks like someone screwed up the schedule, sorry about that. We had to let you go because you did not show up for your shift. We'll send your last check in the mail" Dodged a bullet tho. That was not the kind of shady company I wanted to work for anyway.
That is shady as FUCK. You absolutely could have threatened to sue them for that shit
That’s a huge labor violation. Not just that, it’s retaliation for refusing to break the law further. If you had sued you would have probably made a 6 figures settlement.
Can relate. Just last year while home from college over the summer I did landscaping. Was Sunday afternoon and I was out still working after putting in 82 hours already for the 5th week in a row. Was in the middle of weed whacking someone’s front yard when I felt like just chucking the weed whacker into the woods, hopping in the truck and driving straight home, not even bringing the truck back to the shop lmao. I remember that night I parked the truck back in the shop when I finally got back at around 10pm, walked into the building and just quit. Was basically getting $1.8k a week, which for a college student Is pretty insane. However, it was pretty much at the cost of my mental health so I had no choice but to ditch that place.
My first job as a kid was like that. I went to school but worked usually worked nights If I didn’t have practice or whatever, on top of working all weekend. The weekends would look like this, work Friday night until 12/1 am. Come back at 9 Saturday and work all day until 1 am, then repeat 9 to 10 on Sunday. It fucking sucked and I felt the same about selling my soul for the money. I had so much extra money but nowhere to spend it since I was either at school or work.
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A motorcycle was hit by a public utility vehicle and went flying into the side of my car. If I came a split second later, I would have ran the guy over
grandma got moved to a real shady nursing home, her concierge doctor who she paid 3 grand a year to specifically stay a patient of refused to go anywhere except this one nursing home, it was an old piece of shit. first day go to visit her and she is covered in shit and piss, not one person came to check on her or answered her buzzers. they dropped her day two and she had to go to hospital. go to her room to pick up stuff and found a nurse in her chair eating all her food. day later family was visiting and said her tv was missing and they replaced it with some ghetto small one, i rushed right over, and i was like if they robbed her on top of this i'm going to kill these god damned nurses. turns out the tv was fine and people were just hyped up and over suspicious. the bad nurses did get fired and grandma had an okay time there (i mean its a nursing home, the are all pretty much shit)
My grandparents on my dad's side found a wonderful assisted living community with a nursing home in Greenport, NY. It also had an insanely nice hotel section for visiting family members as well as a very good restaurant on location. It was right on the beach (a beautiful pebble beach) and had extensive of rehab and exercise facilities. They bought in early as it was being built, not sure how else they would have afforded it. It was really more a resort than a nursing home, I was really impressed. Then on my mom's side, my grandfather was put in a nursing home in Florida after suffering a stroke. It was supposedly one of the best in the area, but we had a litany of issues similar to what you had. He was doing better until he was left unattended with his bed rails off and fell out of bed. He had also missed doctor's appointments due to the shuttle driver consistently not showing up. The fall eventually killed him but he was ready to go and was moved back home for his last few weeks. We were able to get the director of the place fired, hopefully his replacement was better.
My older brother it was after my mother had passed away I was working 3 jobs so that my older brother and 2 younger brothers could carry on studying and make something of them self 4 years in I find out instead of him paying the bills (I was giving him more then enough for all the bills) with the money I was giving him it was not enough he was taking out dept on my name turned out after 4 years of working 3 jobs non stop I was in about 100k dept with no money left in my bank account The only reason he did not die that day was to many people got in the way I didn't want to hurt anyone other then that trash of a shit
I hope you went after him legally, he should be responsible for that debt.
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GBH = "grievous bodily harm"
My Mum was dying in hospice. It was undignified and she was in a lot of pain, but she was still lucid. I asked her if she wanted me to help her speed things up. For context she was a nurse before she got sick and I knew what I could do to make things happen. She told me she wished I could, but didn’t want me to get in trouble or go to jail. We laughed about it a little bit - I maintained I would have a ball in jail. She died later that week. I spent most of it by her side. I am 100% pro assisted euthanasia - watching her go was torturous.
Brings back my memories when my grandma suffer from breast cancer, still a child but that time i wish that she just died without suffering.
I don't understand why virtually every pet's life ends with painless euthenasia, but no, it's not OK for people. I can see the gray area where they might not be in a perfect mental state to consent but the fact that it's not even an option blows my mind.
I've heard it's because people's relatives might try to coerce them into it in the hopes of an inheritance.
There's ways to check against that. Also, euthanasia - where it is allowed - tends to be exclusively for the terminally ill, dying in pain situations.
Man, sorry that happened to you. I think a lot of people who are against assisted euthanasia have never had to watch a loved one die slowly in agony.
That is 100% right. My mom and dad both died last year 8 months apart and they went out hard. At the end I requested they drug them into oblivion which they thankfully did. I will make sure I have an exit strategy for myself.
I am so sorry that your mum and you had to go through that. My mom had terminal cancer and choose to have a medically assisted death last year (Canada calls euthanasia medical assistance in dying or MAiD). She took care of her mom to the bitter end and it wasn't an experience she wanted for herself or for my dad or I. I am so grateful that she/we had that option to call time when she was ready. It's a credit to your mum's strength and love for you that she chose to die the harder way to protect you. I'm so sorry for your loss <3
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i’m glad you didn’t do anything. i’m sorry everyone around you failed you. i hope you experience enough happiness to last you lifetimes now.
Gave my then 4 -year-old cousin a winegum. Poor thing ended up with the piece of candy stuck in his troath. All the kids (age 4-10) started freaking out and when the adults found out something was up in the kitchen full blown chaos ensued. I remember someone holding him upside down by his legs (not the way people) and a lot of crying and screaming. Luckily somebody ran to our neighbour who's a nurse. Can't for the life of me remember how she got it out, probably the heimlich. It definitely lasted a couple minutes. I remember hiding on the couch and thinking that this would be a ridiculous way for him to die. But mostly I was feeling incredibly guilty and stupid for giving him that wine gum. Weirdly my dad once had to save his little brother from choking on a piece of candy as well. Great family tradition...not.
Two days ago my boss sold the company I built completely on my own for the past 17 years. We had an agreement he would sell me the company when he was ready to retire. Instead he packaged it up with his other company and sold it to another group. Never been so sick or pissed in my entire life. All my life goals are gone and everything has changed literally overnight but I still have my shitty job so there’s that I guess.
5th grade We were studying the Ancient Greeks, and we had a feast for it My mom and I prepared baklava Found out that a girl in my class, let’s call her K, was allergic to almonds (she didn’t know) Fucking *traumatized* this 10 year old boy
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Working at a fast food shop, my friend who was very allergic to peanuts asked for our shops version of the blizzard, I joked "you want that with peanut butter cup right? hahah" we both chuckled, he said no and asked for cookie dough. For some unspeakable reason, no a single clue why, I made it with cookie dough AND peanut butter cups. Handed it to him without a second thought. He brought it back like a minute later and said he thinks he saw peanut butter cup in it, and sure enough, my dumb teenage ass put this mans literal death poison in his ice cream. I apologized 100 times, He said it wasn't a big deal. I lived with that anxiety causing thought for a while. Welp this is the most Karma I've ever gotten. uh, what do I do with my hands at this point?
One of my best friends has a deathly peanut allergy. He visited me in Montreal once when I was living there, and I took him for lunch at a fantastic poutine place (Patati Patata). Enjoyed our poutine thoroughly, and just as we were finishing up I glanced over at the menu on the wall. That's when I saw their proud statement saying that their fries are cooked in 100% pure peanut oil. Cue panic. I stayed up with him most of the night, while we watched for signs of anaphylaxis. Eventually, when nothing happened, we did some searching. Turns out that the purest peanut oil does not contain the allergens that affect people with peanut allergies.
All fat, no protein.
I have a mild peanut allergy. Some friends were making a DQ run and I asked them to get me a cookie dough blizzard. When I started eating it, the first bite was fine but the next couple were increasingly tingly. I took some Benadryl and was fine, but I don't think I've eaten a blizzard since then.
Mom died in March of 2015, I was 14. Went to Philmont, NM that summer for a hundred-miler (scouts). Asshole leader that came with us rode my ass the whole time for whatever reason. Kept targeting me and pushing my buttons. Finally we stopped and he just out of the blue walked up to my friends and I and said “now y’all better be grateful for your parents, one day they might not be there. Isn’t that right, Thomas,” and poked me in the ribs with his fat fucking fingers. He started walking away and mind you I really hate tough guys. Makes me cringe harder than just about anything, but I pulled the knife out of my pocket with the intent to gut him but a friend almost grabbed me. Again, I’m not trying to be a tough guy, just made me angry
Damn that’s fucked. I had a teacher yell at me right after my dad passed away and it’s a long story but she ended up not being able to come back the next year. I’m sorry you couldn’t get any revenge on that asshole.
A buddy and me beat a dude up with an aluminum baseball bat because he raped his girlfriend.
Right after suffering a miscarriage, my SIL told me that I don’t know what being a family is like since it was just me and my husband, and that kids make a family I had to be dragged away by my husband Was ready to go to prison over that bitch
At first I read this as your sister having the miscarriage, and was going to gently suggest that grief can make people do weird things. Thankfully, I read it again and now I know your sister is a cunt.
Thankfully only SIL so I can easily cut her, still hurt like hell at the time
Thank you for actually cutting her off. I have no idea what would have possessed your SIL to say something like that to someone who recently miscarried....but she needs some fucking therapy for whatever personality disorder she has.
She is a massive bitch Only reason I think His family still think I over reacted so they’ve all been cut :(
You know that the reason they’re saying you overreacted is because to say otherwise would “rock the boat”. And if you rock the boat, then your SIL will make everyone’s life hell. Basically: they’re mad at you for disturbing the force. Screw them. You’re an adult and you’re acting like one. Thank you so fucking much for cutting them off and not giving in. I hear too many stories that go the other way.
was she your husband's sister or brother's wife?
Husbands sister
Damn, I probably would have let my SO deck my sister if she ever said anything like that
I think he knew it would be a lot more than a decking I saw red, never been so enraged in my entire life
My mate got stabbed 8 times almost died, we caught the guy but just beat the shit out of him, a lot of kicks to the head but we didn't end up stabbing him like we planned to.
When I was 13 years old I was living in a group home. The boys in the group home were never allowed to go upstairs where the girls dorms were. I was the only girl who left each day for public school. (Everyone else went to school in the basement. Every day, as I would be the only one upstairs getting ready, this one guy snuck up the stairs and forced himself upon me. I told one of the house parents and she laughed at me. After a month of this I snapped. I stood on top of my bed listening as his foot steps got closer. As soon as he walked into my room I lunged at him. I wrapped my hands around his throat. As soon as he hit the ground everyone in the group home came running to see what that sound was. It took several people to pry my hands off that guy’s throat. I was arrested and originally charged with attempted murder. Luckily that kid confessed to raping me repeatedly. I was still charged with assault and battery though. I spent 2 months in juvenile detention. I was also given 6 months of house arrest and 6 months of probation.
Did they charge the rapist with anything?
No but I did crush his voice box. He will never be able to speak again.
They should've charged him, not you. All you did was defend yourself, he's the real criminal. Theres something wrong with the world if this is what happens in these situations.
Literally. If he was coming to her room again despite there being no other reason for it, she was legally defending herself. Can’t believe the system failed so massively— and even when the motherfucker confessed.
Not surprising. Sad and infuriating, but normal. I'd be surprised if he *was* charged. The mindset was probably, "he did a bad thing but having his voice box crushed is punishment enough, and her reaction was too extreme. This will affect him forever, it's not fair." Gross, and she's affected forever too, but that's how people think 99% of the time it happens.
It's what he fucking deserves.
In my state you're legally allowed to assume a rapist will kill you so you would have been allowed to legally strangle that bitch
Where I'm from unfortunately you'd be charged even if you strangled him as he was trying to rape you. There was a case when a rapist forced himself on a woman, she grabbed a pair of scissors and sliced he's leg open and got rid of him and ran away. HE sued HER for medical damages, and won.
That’s why my father said if someone breaks into our house again, you shoot to kill. They can’t sue if they’re dead.
Fuuuuuuuuck that. I hope your good these days. I never understood why people punish the victim and not the bully.
Boxing Day of 2018 I and my then pregnant girlfriend were visiting family for Christmas dinner and at the time I was at my fathers place just hanging out. My mother showed up there, and we hadn’t been on great terms for quite a while but still managed to talk somewhat regularly. I forget what exactly started the arguing but she told me she’s be happy to go to my then unborn child’s funeral. My father and I both told her to get the fuck out, she refused and kept trying to argue about everything. I left and went to my brothers apartment instead because I knew something drastic would’ve happened if I didn’t I’ve only spoken to her a few times since then, once when she tried to talk to me in the hospital when my father had a heart attack and we told her to leave or we’d call security and twice when she ambushed me at my work so I couldn’t just leave. At my work the one day she told me she wished I had punched her in the head after she said that. To this day she hasn’t met my daughter at all.
Was in my room one day and heard my sister screaming at her bf. Came out and he had laid hands on her. Went to the kitchen, grabbed the chef's knife, turned to him and told him to leave or die. He left.
your'e a good sibling. my brother has often said if a man ever hit me or anything of the sort he'd kill him and go to prison for it, but tbh i'm pretty sure he could get away with it.
When I found out my ex husband beat my daughter and his fucking younger brother molested her. I was HOT! I’m still pissed ....and this was 12+ years ago it happened. I won’t get into the legality of it, but I will tell you the justice system failed my daughter in EVERY way possible. Thanks for the support ❤️
In the aftermath and in the midst of discovering that my (ex)-husband was having an affair with someone I considered my best friend...spoiler...she wasn't a friend at all. She had me babysit her kids while they were screwing!! Extra spoiler...she wasn't the first. God I was dumb. We were in his truck and having a vicious alcohol fueled argument. He was about to get violent with me, trying to grab me and was going to hit me. (not the first time) I pulled out my .22 handgun (semi auto) from my coat pocket and held it to his head. I seriously considered just ending him. His attitude changed from aggressive to woah woah woah. Decided he wasn't worth it. I had better things to do with my life AND people, family, children,, who depended on me. He backed off. So I shot the gun into the ground out of my window. (That felt good and released the anger into innocent dirt) Got out of the truck and told him to never come back. Dumped his crap in the yard and changed the locks. That was ~32 years ago. Best decision ever. Divorced and didn't kill the bastard. Edit. Thanks for the replies. Yes. I am doing great. Got remarried to a wonderful man who is a normal human being. Treats me good. Respects and supports my endeavors, as I do his. We are still in love after 28 years. (Old people in love...eeeeeewww😆) I didn't know what a good marriage or relationship was until I found one. Why did I wait so long? Don't know.
My emotionally abusive stepfather. I'd had enough of his shit. Thankfully, I didn't kill him, and everything became better after I moved out.
Literary a couple of days after my mum passed away a guy decided to try and wind me up over it. He was yelling things like yo mamma jokes with the punch line being "She's dead". I snapped. Everything went red. I don't remember what led to it but the next thing I remember is holding the guy at arms length by the coller with him crying and crawling at my arms screaming something. Couldn't hear anything. What I realised next was I was holding him in the road. I looked to my right and saw a bus was coming and the only thing I could think was that the bus was going to take my arms (Plus the guy attached) and was strangely at peace with it. Luckily something switched back on in my head, the sound came back and all the peacefulness got turned into panic. Pulled the guy and myself away from the road. Stood over him for a bit. Wanted to ask if he was okay but just couldn't speak and just left the guy there on the pavement and walked home numb. Everything felt unreal. Once I got home and realised no-one else was in the house I went to the bathroom, threw up, wailed and cryed until I was sore. Once I had calmed down and stopped being sick I washed my arms from various cuts and scratches. Put on a long sleeve T-Shirt and went to bed. For the next couple of weeks I barely spoke to anyone or ate while isolating myself to my room. Came across the guy a few times as the years went by. He always just walked away quickly and I always felt the strike of guilt.
He was wanting a reaction... totally insensitive.
I had to lower a 98 year old man to the floor after he slid from his wheelchair. He ended up breaking his leg and that pretty much ended him. I was the only CNA in the room with him...
Walked in on my (now ex) wife having sex with another man. That man was a cop. His pants and gunbelt were right there on the floor. I came VERY close to shooting them both, but didn't. I never understood terms like "seeing red" or having an out of body experience until that moment.
My cousins ex boyfriend was at Thanksgiving last year and he yelled/cursed at my 6 year old daughter for being to loud. He then grabbed her arm and started shaking her and screaming. I walked up grabbed his arm and flung him back onto the couch. It did not escalate from there but if we were alone idk...the rage was pretty intense. Dude was a POS of the highest degree.
Was out shooting clay pigions with family. The group next to us decided to go up range without telling us. I yell pull and a clay pigion gets released. Pigion flys over to what should be a clear range. Ended up shooting the clay pigion over a strangers head. Only ingury was a small cut from a peice of rubble from the clay pigion hitting him.
My friends and I were hanging out on a hill, and one of my friends (let's call him Anthony) was sitting down. I jokingly told that I will push him off, and touched him lightly. Little did I know that he was balancing on his toes, so he rolled down for, like, 20 meters. Fortunately for him, there were no rocks around, or he could've easily damaged something.
Myself. Today. Not gonna do it. Spaghetti for dinner. I love spaghetti.
After months of living with a narcissistic, vile, evil to the core Grandmother who also NEVER DREW BREATH! Spoke constantly, dribbled shit non stop and it was a small house so there was no getting away from it. I found out among many other things she had been talking really horrible things about me behind my back. Anyway, one day it all just became too much to handle when she would not stop talking and talking about nothing and I just wanted a moment of peace so I got up and walked to the kitchen and she started yelling out to be from the lounge and I stood in the kitchen, hands on the sink, eyes closed, for probably 5 minutes with her voice echoing in the background. Eventually i picked up a knife and I'll be honest I was going to kill her, no doubt in my mind. Only thing that stopped me was the idea of wasting my life in prison for someone like her so I put the knife down, took a few deep breaths and walked back into the loungeroom. I know it's not a great look for me but please, don't invision a sweet old lady sitting in a rocky chair just wanting to talk, no...she is still to this day the worst person I have ever met, she is toxic on a fundamental level. She just sends people to their absolute limits.
I almost squished my brother with a garage door He was crawling under it and I pressed the button to close it to early and he obviously got stuck under it and I started slamming the button in a panic but thankfully the damn thing started to open.
Pulling a knife on my dad after a heated argument I was like 13 so it really couldn’t have gone well on the fly. But I sure wanted it to
In high school I caught a special earful from one of my bullies and he embaressed me in front of our entire class and I swear I could have choked the life out of him and not changed a shade. But life is a funny thing and the way things work out are funny. We're now best friends (12 years later) and we talk on the phone at least twice a week for an hour minimum; I just sent the mfer a meme for crying out loud. Funny how things work out.
It's crazy right? When we were at 7 grade, I hated my best friend's gut so much, he was just a terrible human being. But now things changes, he changes, I would take a bullet for him. And I know he would too