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What Is The Craziest Thing You've Ever Experienced?

Years ago, I was living in the high arctic working at the local airport. I got to know all the pilots and we used to hang out. One day, one of the chopper pilots stopped by to ask if he could use my ghetto blaster to record the sounds his helicopter was making. His machine was making an unusual high pitched whine and when they contacted Bell Helicopters, they told him to record the sound and send them the tape.

Anyhow, fast forward to us being in his Bell Long Ranger, and we're hovering at 3'000 feet over the ice. I was sitting with my recorder leaning against the door, facing the company engineer. Suddenly, the door I was leaning against popped open and I started to roll out of the helicopter. I had a seat belt on and I managed to grab the door handle as I was falling out. I was too far out to pull myself back in, but the engineer reached forward, grabbed my parka and hauled me in.
 
I don't have many crazy experiences, but the one I will remember is something I didn't actually witness. I went on a tandem skydive jump (my first and last) with a fantastic instructor. About a year after the jump my instructor passed away while base jumping in Switzerland. He had THOUSANDS of jumps skydiving and base jumping under his belt. It's now surreal that I did something that I could have died doing. Granted he didn't die while skydiving, but still, to have someone who I put my life in their hands pass away while doing something else risk taking...it's something I won't forget.
 
In 1994, I died and was revived by electric shock. Phenomenal experience. The paddles leave burn marks on your chest. I had three sets. The next day, the ER technician came in and said, "I just wanted to come and see you alive. I thought you were going to be taking the dirt nap." I had never heard that phrase before. After he explained it, I laughed and said, "To me, that's funny. But I'm pretty sure there would be other people who wouldn't see the humor in it." Also, I taught myself how to write my first name on the trace of the respiratory monitor. The nurses got a kick out of that.
 
My first fire season was pretty surreal. I was scheduled to go start and go through trainging early in the summer. A couple days before my start the '08 lightning siege started some 4000 fires in NorCal. Visibility in my valley town dropped to a couple blocks and everything was buried in ash falling from the sky. I wasn't even close to any fires. We got rushed through training and went straight to the line. You'd be the only engine on a serious fire. Plenty were going unstaffed. My season ended after a couple weeks courtesy of a fall injury.

I've been around lots of blood and gore. That seems kinda normal to me now.
 
A little over two years ago I had a mitral valve repair, a quadruple bypass, a maze procedure and a pacemaker installed. After the surgery the had me highly sedated. The second day I could hear everyone in the room but I could not see, speak or move. My wife told me I made some really weird faces and twitched. I thought I was dead and was trying to tell them I wasn't. Freakiest experience ever. I still think about it every so often.
 
I once stayed up 2 nights in a row playing GoldenEye in elementary school. S*** was cray-cray.

Yup. Middle school for me :D

I read your title and thought "oh, I've got some great stuff..."

Then I read your post and realized I didn't have ****.

My sentiments exactly

I did see the aftermath of a motorcycle-SUV collision around the corner from my house in LB. I was driving down the street and saw what used to be a motorcycle strewn across the opposite side of the street, a Suburban with a shattered windshield stopped in the middle of the street, and a man lying facedown about 50 yards away from the Suburban. there was a trail of blood and innards leading from the SUV to where the man was lying. I pulled over; there was nothing I could do but it just felt disrespectful for me to keep driving. I talked to the family who was driving the SUV; they were standing on the curb, naturally shaken. Apparently the guy on the bike tried to make a right turn at a very high rate of speed, couldn't complete the turn and ran head-on into the SUV which was going in the opposite direction. When I came back later in the day there was a little memorial for the guy. I left some flowers
 
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Driving to work one day I had the [dis]pleasure of seeing a moving van smashed up againt the guardrail. The driver was still inside, dead, face smashed up against the windshield with is arm out the window. It gave me a sickening feeling in my stomach and made me an hour late to work.

Back when I was about 10 years old my mother and I were driving back from Walmart. This was before they had spread like Starbucks (also few and far between at the time), so we had to drive back from Glendora to the far side of West Covina. We were on the 57 approaching the interchange to the 10, but the ramp was closed. As we passed by I saw a blue tarp laying in the middle of the onramp, with a hand sticking out from under it. It gave me the same chills as the above incident.
 
Driving to work one day I had the [dis]pleasure of seeing a moving van smashed up againt the guardrail. The driver was still inside, dead, face smashed up against the windshield with is arm out the window. It gave me a sickening feeling in my stomach and made me an hour late to work.

Back when I was about 10 years old my mother and I were driving back from Walmart. This was before they had spread like Starbucks (also few and far between at the time), so we had to drive back from Glendora to the far side of West Covina. We were on the 57 approaching the interchange to the 10, but the ramp was closed. As we passed by I saw a blue tarp laying in the middle of the onramp, with a hand sticking out from under it. It gave me the same chills as the above incident.

Had the same experience driving on the west side highway in manhattan. The blue sheet was over the body with the toes in the air, with what I presumed were two detectives standing over the poor chap having a laugh over a smoke and coffee. Also once on the FDR, I witnessed a van driving extremely erratically. As I pulled along the left to pass, I looked over and saw nobody driving. Then I realized there was someone driving...they looked to be about 11 and were all alone.
 
many years ago myself and another guy(guitar player) were traveling through eastern montana one night, not much out that way, at any rate it was a clear night, no inclement weather around, all of the sudden the sky lit up like daylight for a brief second or two........ I said "you see that" he says "uh huh" we both lit up a smoke and didnt say anything for a long while. I have no idea what that was, it literally became like daytime for a second or so. We never discussed it, I think we were both to freaked out and didnt know what to make of it.
 
In 1994, I died and was revived by electric shock. Phenomenal experience. The paddles leave burn marks on your chest. I had three sets. The next day, the ER technician came in and said, "I just wanted to come and see you alive. I thought you were going to be taking the dirt nap." I had never heard that phrase before. After he explained it, I laughed and said, "To me, that's funny. But I'm pretty sure there would be other people who wouldn't see the humor in it." Also, I taught myself how to write my first name on the trace of the respiratory monitor. The nurses got a kick out of that.

Did you go towards the light?
 
many years ago myself and another guy(guitar player) were traveling through eastern montana one night, not much out that way, at any rate it was a clear night, no inclement weather around, all of the sudden the sky lit up like daylight for a brief second or two........ I said "you see that" he says "uh huh" we both lit up a smoke and didnt say anything for a long while. I have no idea what that was, it literally became like daytime for a second or so. We never discussed it, I think we were both to freaked out and didnt know what to make of it.

I assume you weren't smoking cigarettes :D

I know what happened. God just bumped his elbow on the light switch on the way to the bathroom.
 
I was walking a seaside path between villages on the south west coast of England. It was night, very dark and I got off the track as it climbed up and around a headland. I carried on for a bit stumbling in the dark before deciding to move more up than across. I don't know if the moon came out but I suddenly realised I'm right at the edge of a cliff and where I was previously headed was right over it.
 
We followed this guy down an alley who was looking suspicious. He looked highly unstable. We should have stayed a little longer though. I'm standing though the sunroof with a camera.



I know this emotion: it ain't crazy. This guy just has woman problems! You have a mean streak don't you?

I was 13 in Montreal with my parents in the summer. We took the subway and busses to the amusement park. On the way home, I insisted on sitting in the front car. Montreal metro runs in rubber tires and is quite fast and they hammer on the brakes, driving like, well Montreal folk do. Pulling into the platform, full brakes apply and bump bump. Lady jumped in. We sat there while some twenty something with his face squished up against the glass gave a play by play of the extraction. It took a long time and we couldn't leave the car. The crowd watching was large and the police had to form a line to keep them back. Montreal is crazy.