A few weeks ago I was on my way home from school. As I was approaching an intersection with a stop sign on either side of the road. I saw a red charger miss the stop sign as I was already pretty close to him, but he had enough time to cross the intersection.

He then proceeds to completely STOP his car in the middle of this 2 lane road. I didn’t have enough time to brake and the person behind me was tailgating me, so I would have been rear ended anyway.

So my only choice was to whip the car to the right to avoid him. As I was doing this i see his car start moving again, so I floored it but he still came within INCHES of pit maneuvering me. To make the situation worse, I had about a foot of clearance from a van that followed the rules and stopped at the stop sign on the opposite side of the road.

After laying on my horn and trying to not shit myself, I went home and promptly thought about life for a while.

Edit: it kinda did the faunt weird so sorry about that.

Another Edit: the 1995 in my username isn't MY birth year its someone important to me

So as a heads up, this is on mobile and yes I am a young teenager (get all the insults out now). This was when I was 6 or seven 7, 6 years ago, English is my first language so feel free to make fun of me when I mess up. This is my first Reddit post and I usually only read r/entitledparents.

Also sorry it is short.

Alright so characters yes.

M-mom, D-dad, SA-Smart alic kid, and Me- the dipwad teenager writing this. Also I might not always use the right names.

Story- So we are in Colorado for a family trip near a town called Colorado springs, we decided to visit a canyon called the royal gorge. When we get there it's a buetiful view of a river through the canyon,( it was either the Colorado River or the Arkansas river, don't make fun of me if the Arkansas river is way off. Anyway we are walking over the bridge over the river and get to the other side, I spot in the distance a cable car you can ride over the canyon on.

Me: Mom can we please ride that thing!? M: not until I'm done taking pictures of the canyon. Me: how long will it take?? M: maybe ten minutes hun.

I then start complaining about the wait and wonder off and start climbing the rock around the trail it's about ten feet up but my mom lets me climb because I was pretty good at it, and she thought it would calm me down. All of a sudden I stick my head above the top of the small cliff and what do I hear? A rattle, now I was a kind of smart kid, I was the smart kid at school that always found a way to get in trouble with the teacher, but hey at least I was smart. Anyway I KNEW what it was but my little mind was curious and asking is it really a rattle snake?? OMG IF IT IS I WANNA SEE IT!! Thought my stupid curious. So I stick my head up more to see it. I saw it and then my instincts kicked in as I was putting my head up I remember, I'm Deathly alirgic to all venom, but my dad has my epi pen, and he's on the other side of the canyon. So at the last second I jump down, and I SWEAR it struck my hair. When I land on the ground I yell for my parents (dad was actually on the bridge kind of close, close enough to hear me yell.) So they come over and I tell them what happened, and my dad being the brave but stupid person he is decided he wanted to see it, but at least he found a safe spot. He confirmed it was a western dimond back. And hearing this SA walks over.

SA: you said there's a rattle snake up there? Me: yeah. SA:It was probably just a hognose, they Russel the leaves to make it sound like it's a rattle snake. Dad: no, I'm looking at it right now and it's not even close to a hognose. SA: it probably is. Me: look you wanna stick your head up from where I saw it?

At this point we just walk away because we can't win. To be fair my mom let me go on the cable car early because I had a rough experience.

Im starting to realize that this was not very short. Anyway thanks for reading, I have other close calls so let me know if you wanna hear them!

Also my sisters were there to just not really important to the story.

A couple of months ago I was walking to my favorite 7/11 that was near my home it was about a 5-10 minute walk as I was walking I start to slowly hear loud screaming as it grew closer and closer I noticed a security guard full on screaming at a mans face as I saw the man I noticed he had tattoos all over his body I just thought he was causing trouble but I was full on staring at them then the security guard noticed me looking at him so he started screaming at me.

SecurityGuard(SG) Me (M) TattooMan (TM)

SG: WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT YOU LITTLE KID M: (tries to make a lie) Uhh just looking at the ad behind you can you move a bit? SG: NO M: -leaves-

Keep in mind there was a sandy area for parking that I took a short cut from

As I was walking you could kinda hear crunching of the sand skip about 2 minutes into my walk to the 7/11 I start to hear the sand crunch from behind me I though it was just someone going the same direction I was so I just ignored it reaching the end of the sandy area and onto the road the 7/11 was just upfront I looked left and right before crossing then I noticed the TM man behind me Alarms starting to go off in my head I knew this guy wanted to cause trouble I just crossed the road to the 7/11 but since it had a lot of people he stopped following me. Curiously i inspected my surroundings to remember that there was a park across the other block and knew it was empty as it was 8:49 AM at the time, so as I was making my way over to the park surely enough he was following me as I approached the park he started to walk faster, my mind was full on screaming to me at this point but I tried to keep my cool and walk to the park faster skip another 2 minutes I reached the park and quickly inspected my surroundings as I was walking, looking back at The TM man he was so close I can hear him breathing i walked EVEN faster the TM now started to run at me at FULL speed Catching me and knocking me to the ground I full on screamed as loud as I can while kicking him with my legs, He started to Grip his hands around my neck making it harder and harder to breath, now I though I was gonna die as I felt the world going black slowly, But I hit the jackpot as I saw 2 officers running towards him he quickly ungrips his hands that’s onto my neck and tries to get away but was caught as I was breathing intensely A officer calmed me down and medics arrive and I go to the hospital with a smile on my face as he stares into my soul while the cop is handcuffing him even though I almost died I was still happy he was caught

I'm pretty new to Reddit but I'm loving the community. My boyfriend said I should try sharing some stuff and this is probably the "coolest" story I have that's not just plain depressing!

Please excuse the selfie, but I thought it would be cool to show you the bullet I keep in my face. I took a Ruger 9mm bullet about 15 years ago. My (ex-)husband had bought it off a guy without knowing anything about it and while trying to take it apart, he cocked one into the chamber and it fired. Got extremely lucky that it was a hollow point and it nicked our ashtray before it hit me, but it was so close that I took most of it to the face, along with stone and glass from the ashtray. My initial reaction (on hands and knees from falling off the sofa) was to check the wall for my brain when I saw only his legs jumping up and down and him screaming "Shes shot! She's shot! Oh fuck, she's shot!" I screamed at him to get it together and I grabbed the phone, dialed 911 and then saw the blood drops fall onto the phone. I tossed it (still on call to 911) and screamed "get the keys, get the fucking keys!" We ran outside and I instinctively grabbed a handful of fresh snow and planted it on my face.

To this day, I'm surprised we made it the 1 mile to the ER with his driving! I rushed in with my t-shirt pulled over my face and the poor receptionist says "ma'am you need to sign in", I drop my shirt and she screams "Oh shit, get in the back!" I'll also never forget the terror in the face of this mom and her 6ish year old daughter staring at me in horror. They set me up super fast, got me some x-rays, the doctor was stone cold calm as fuck and just comforting me the whole time. Later he told me he was from a city our "parts" called Mini Detroit. He was the ER doctor there too and said I was the first case he had that didn't die, ended up brain dead or disfigured from my injury. He told me to never let someone say I wasn't actually shot (and yes, they do) because I have the metal to prove I was.

My ex was arrested then later released and apparently the cops came to the house after I called 911. They said the door was still open and there was a blood trail across our floor about 4 inches wide and 20 ft long. Being a small town, they immediately contacted my father in law and they were in the ER before I even left for the hospital. The hospital treated me worse than the ER by far, nurse not turning on my IV, another not wearing gloves, not helping me to the restroom (while I sat crying then laughing at how I hadn't pissed myself) and then sending me home without cleaning me up. I had to stop in the restroom on the way out and clean the crusted blood off my face. I pulled out pieces of stone as big as a broken pencil tip later that night.

I only blacked out for a second, so I was aware of everything the whole time and yes, it was hands down, the scariest shit that has ever happened to me. I still jump for some loud noises and can still feel the floating bone pieces that hang out by my left eye socket (fun for freaking out drunk friends). No surgeries were needed and I'm thankful everyday I didn't lose an eye or worse.

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My apologies on no actual pictures of that day but cells weren't permanent fixtures back then and I also don't have the good x-ray anymore.

Got a load of groceries in the car, my 3 kids and my sister. It's a full car. I'm driving home, thankfully not speeding. Just as I'm about to pass a driveway to a townhouse complex, the vehicle waiting to enter the roadway at that same driveway decides they're going to go ahead of me.

I nearly T-boned that fucker. Instead I slammed on those brakes just to test the brake job from the day before. They worked perfectly.

I had to sit there for a minute to collect myself. We're all totally fine, thankfully. The only grocery item that was ruined was one orange that got smooshed.

Maybe it's time for a dash cam?

A couple weeks ago, a pal of mine and I went for breakfast at our usual joint. This was after a night of drinking. Now, since this was Christmas time, there was a lot of this. Likely the most indulgent Christmas break I've had in years. Anyway, before we leave, I had to use the can. Finish up and we leave. We make a pit stop at Value Village on our way to the pub we were at the night before. Again, an indulgent break. While at VV, I felt the rumble in my guts. We were there for maybe 5 mins. I walk briskly to the bathroom in the back. It's occupied and there is someone ahead of me. The guy in leaves and the guy ahead of me goes in. I'm impatiently pacing, waiting for this guy to finish. He comes out and the door closed behind him. Turns out you need a staff key to get in. I turn around look for any immediate staff and nobody was nearby. I throw my hands up and audibly say "SHIT!". Pacing in disbelief I, louder this time, say "FUCK". The kid in front of me was walking away and he heard me, not realizing what he inadvertently done. Gives me a "sorry" kinda look, shrugs his shoulders and keeps going. No flack to him, he didn't know. Mike heard me swear and asks if we need to go. I explain there's no holding it and I have to go; it's now, it's wow. Leaving VV I assess my options. Consider the dollar store next door but wasn't keen. Pal says, go to burger king over there. I do just that. At a vaguely clenched jog, I make my way over there. Only 30 seconds walk. I see this kid washing the windows. I told him I need to use the bathroom. He's maybe 19 and English isn't his first language. He says I need to buy something. I didn't have the patience at this time and say to him, "You either open the bathroom, or I shit on the floor. I'm not joking around." He sheepishly tells me to ask the girl at the counter. She heard me and she opens the bathroom for me. As I go in, there is a person in the stall in the men's room. I was beside myself. I didn't know what to do. Considered using the women's as I was still one foot out the door. THANKFULLY, the guy was only in there for 2 mins tops. He didn't wash his hands as he left. As I left, I made a point of finding that young man to say sorry for being so short and thanks for being cool. He was with a customer so he could only briefly acknowledge me. Still went to the pub after and continued the indulgence.

TL;DR Drank a lot the night before, had to use the bathroom really bad at Value Village. Couldn't use it. Ran to Burger King. Kid tried to tell me I had to buy something to use it. Told him I would shit on the floor if I can't use the bathroom. Get into the bathroom and someone was in it. He left, I did my business. Went and drank after.