So, how many have had really close scrapes with death, or close calls that could have ended lethally?
I had one when I was about 8 years old.
I just loved my mother’s spaghetti sauce. She always put mushrooms in it, and they were delicious.
One day, I was playing in our lower yard, when I saw these whitish mushrooms growing at the base of our barn. I remember saying aloud, “Oh boy! Mushrooms!”, and I rushed over to pick one. Right at that moment, our dad appeared from out of nowhere, just as I was reaching down for one. He told me to leave them alone, that they were toadstools, and were poisonous. He asked me if I had eaten any, and I hadn’t even touched one, yet. I think he still made me wash my hands, just in case. If he hadn’t appeared right then and there, I wouldn’t be sitting here today, posting this.
Another close call came back in 1968, when I contracted the Hong Kong Flu. I was sick for eight solid days, and during that time, I had a splitting headache that wouldn’t go away, fever and chills, and delirium. I recall one night I had to get out of bed to use the restroom, turned on the light, and the whole room started spinning violently. My sister had to guide me to the bathroom, because I couldn’t stand up. The doctor diagnosed me with Hong Kong, and said I just had to wait it out. He couldn’t (wouldn’t) give me anything to ease the headache. I survived that one, but it was close. It must have really bolstered my immune system, because I’ve never caught any form of the flu since, and I’ve never had a flu shot.
So, what were some of your close calls?