rSlash - r/Askreddit What's The Biggest Bullet You Dodged

Episode Date: December 31, 2020

r/Askreddit 2020 has been an absolutely crazy year, but sometimes it's good to remember that things could always be worse... much worse. Listen to these stories of people who have dodged catastrophic mistakes. We have one story from a hitchhiker who was almost abducted, and a kid who discovers a live WWII munitions round in his grandmother's basement. If you like this video, be sure to subscribe for more daily Reddit content! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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I had cardiac arrest about 4 years ago. I basically dropped it in the middle of my shift. I found out after I woke up about a week later that, A, the manager who saw me fall was a former lifeguard and new proper CPR. B, an ambulance happened to be passing by about 2 blocks away. C, probably the best cardio unit in my state was a 10 minute ambulance ride from where it all happened. I've walked out of the hospital about two weeks later, full recovery, and then beneath

that we have a similar soy from Rath Wild. Just before starting high school, I got hit by a car doing 35 miles per hour while I was riding my bike. I got T-bone. My bike went under the car. I was thrown up, smashed the windshield out with my back, was flipped over the car, and landed a perfect no-hop landing on my feet like a gymnast. Minus the arms raised flourish at the end. The entire accident was witnessed by a firefighter who was watching out the window,

literally standing right next to his emergency radio and called for an ambulance. The lady who hit me got out of her car yelling, I'm a nurse, I'm a nurse, lie down. I had no breaks or fractures, just a bruised rib cage. Opie, it's lucky that the lady who hit you was a nurse as she could help you out, but it occurs to me that if the driver wasn't an evil person, that would be a really clever trick. I'm so sorry, I'm a nurse, just lie down and I'll help you. And then as soon as you lie down she just like caves are hidden with a tire iron or something and makes it clean, no witness get away. Our next reply is from stuck in the elevator. I was going to move to a different apartment

complex last month, but I got injured at work and lost hours. Therefore I couldn't come up with a deposit money in time. Last week, some douchebag was cooking meth and caught the building on fire. Also, you could say I dodged two bullets, one, the fire. Two, I know bad stuff happens everywhere, blah, blah, blah, but the place really didn't strike me as a kind of place where meth heads live. So I guess avoiding those kinds of people for neighbors was dodging a bullet in itself. Also, OP, I can't help but notice your username, stuck in the elevator. If you had gotten stuck in an elevator during a fire, then that might have been the end of OP. Our next reply is from TM Downton. In 1992, I was 16 years

old. A bunch of us were about to leave a party and I called Shotgun. But my friend Pat kind of wrestled me out of the spot and I wound up jumping in another car since the first car was now full. The other driver and I watched as our friend's car skated into oncoming traffic. Pat was airlifted to the local trauma hospital where his dad told a huge group of us teenagers that Pat had succumbed to his injuries. Maybe that's not exactly a bullet dodged, but… And then Opie posted an update clarifying what happened. Pat's driver and my driver were racing each other. The road had just been paved and the shoulder was loose gravel.

So, when Paths driver applied their brakes when the passenger's side of the car was over the line on the right side of the number 2 lane, the passenger tires kept spinning while the driver's side locked up, spinning the car into oncoming traffic. The oncoming driver was hospitalized and recovered. Pat's driver broke a femur, was convicted of vehicular manslaughter, sentenced to home detention, but was laid to get home from high school one day which stripped the ankle monitor and the driver did 30 days in jail. The three kids in the back of the car had to be extracted by the jaws of life. They broke some bones and got an

insurance settlement. However, I don't think I would have died if I got shotgun. We would have left 15 seconds earlier and we wouldn't have hit that oncoming pick up, or maybe we would have. And then beneath that we have a similar story from MZ. I was going out with my mom and sister when I was in about middle school. I always sat in the passenger side back to see if it was more people than me and the driver. My sister decided at the last second that she wanted to stay home. And we got T-bone down the way home in a hit and run. The other car totaled our car, with all the

damage on the back passenger seat, where I should have been sitting. I still think about that often. Our next replies from, well, uh, yeah, when my grade aunt passed away, I was helping to clean out her house. I'm just dragging everything out of the basement, and suddenly my dad is like, whoa! Put that down gently, and let's move away from here. So I put the weird metal tube type thing that I'm carrying down and get out of there. Turns out it's a mortar shelf when my aunt works in a munitions factory in World War II. The bomb squad came and took it away. The bomb squad came and took it away. Fufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufuf that is Jones. Not me, but I had a field service engineer working on one of the big robotic liquid handlers. He decided to bypass the safety pin that prevents the head from moving while the cover is open, while he had a diagnostic program queued up on the computer. What he did know was that the instant he reinserted the safety pins, the machine would execute

the queued instructions and start moving. And he had a hand inside it right in the danger zone. I grabbed his shoulder and yanked his hand out un-instant before it was crushed. He stopped ignoring me when I told him to stop bypassing safety lockouts to save a few minutes. The smart move, OP, I'd rather save a few fingers than save a few minutes. Our next reply from the chanto. I stayed up all night before Day Trip to Hong Kong. You know that days when you haven't slept, you're just kind of robotic and doing human

stuff, but with nearly zero awareness of anything? Well, I went across the street, and my friend behind me snatched my shoulder and yanked me backwards just in time to feel the woosh of a double-decker bus breezing past us. I looked at him like, oh, thanks man. And it took a whole extra minute for my brain to process. I would be freaking dead if he had not grabbed me. Our next reddit post is from Michonne Impossible. We were young and we met on a dating site. He went to my high school, but graduated a few years before me.

The first month or so was okay. Then he changed. We had a huge fight one time because he said something silly. I don't even remember what it was, but I playfully threw a pillow at him. He immediately flipped out, punched a hole in my door and told me he'd make it so I would never have anything to come back to. Another time, he finally got a job. He didn't have one when I met him, and I was paying for everything. After job searching for months, he got one.

It's his first few days at his new job, and all of a sudden, he doesn't want to go in. No reason, he just doesn't feel like it. I tell him you better get to that freaking job where he's gonna lose it. After a lot of arguing, he gets ready and we both get in the car so I can drive him to work. As I'm driving, it gets more heated, and he starts strangling me while I met a red light. The red light was right next to a gas station, and I pull in there while his hands are around my throat. I managed to get him off me and get out of the car and scream, what the F? I'm sorry, I blacked out.

You just pissed me off so much, I told you I didn't want to go to work. The relationship lasted less than a year. He cheated on me with some girl, and for the first and only time in my life, I was glad someone was cheating on me. You can go live with her and be someone else's problem now. Then years later when I saw him on the news, I felt really bad for that thought. He had handcuffed his then girlfriend who had just had his baby to the bed and strangled her to death. He thought she had cheated on him. He then dismembered

her body and lived with it for a month in their apartment. Eventually the smell tipped some people off, along with his girlfriend not being seen by family in a while. The baby was okay though and was taken in by the girls family. He went on the run, but was later caught in his currently in prison. From here, OP clarifies that she can't post the actual news article because that breaks Reddit's rule about posting personal information. But beneath that, a couple of people are guessing the state in the exact case where this happened, and it's pretty much verified. As the world's population grows, so does the need for resources like Potash to support sustainable food production. This is why BHP is building one of the world's most sustainable potash mines in Canada.

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I figured that it would be less messy if I was found this way. But my cat started to go crazy on the other side of the door when I started to get light hit it and feel sort of nauseous. I thought, oh right, you need your dinner and no one else will feed you. And I untied the bag to feed the cat. After the fact, I realized my cat literally saved me from one of my lowest points. God, I missed that cat. I still can't believe I came that close.

OP, I'm glad to hear that you got past that dark moment in your life is turning around. And to everyone else, I want to share the most important fact that I know about suicide. The overwhelming majority of people who have a failed suicide attempt never attempt suicide again. So, that means that they regret it. That if you ever get so depressed that you're thinking about ending your life, then statistics show that if you just get past that one day, then you'll probably make it. Our next replies from Wrath of Cornolio. My dad was going through severe depression 10 years ago, and my life was equally sucky for a whole multitude of reasons, and it was rubbing off on me.

I spent what felt like half an hour crying on the floor and working up the nerve to pull the trigger. Then, when I finally did, the safety was on. I sold my gun the next morning. Our next replies from Ray. My mother left me in one state and went back to my abusive stepfather. She tried to get me to drop out of my senior year at high school, move back to their state and get my GED. They wanted a live-in babysitter, cook, and made. I was so lucky my grandparents let me move in with them and finish school. For those who have asked, I'm doing great. I've got no contact with my mother and stepfather. They're still together and it's been one of the most healthy decisions I've ever made. My husband and my kids are amazing and she's missing out big time.

My grandparents are alive and well and still involved in our lives. And then I'm going to read this reply from proper lobotomy. It's always the grandparents that are the true homies. Our next reply is from my throw blanket. Not my story, but a girl I knew had a few drinks and decided to hitchhike home to a town about 40 minutes away from the one she's been drinking in. Note it's very common for people to hitchhike in this area. She gets picked up by a car, guys, and everything seems fine until she points out that they

can drop her off just a hit, and they keep driving. She had that instant sober feeling. She plays it off like she's clueless and totally down to keep hanging out with them, acting like she's very drunk. Meanwhile, they've driven to a more forested area of the highway. Then she dry heaved and said she's about to puke, really putting on a show, so they stopped to let her out. She bukes it into the bushes and just doesn't look back until she's safe.

And then OP relays another scary story from her mom. My mom, who was in her early 20s, was that with a group of friends drinking one night, and one girl wanted to hitchhike, the others didn't. She got picked up, never to be seen again. Not even her body found. Don't drink and hitchhike people. And beneath that, Sharon offers some useful advice. When I was in high school,

we had a cop come talk to us about what to do if we're in a car with someone and things didn't feel right. They said to use the three P's and say you desperately have to puke, pee, or poop. And more often than not, the driver will care more about their car getting soiled than whatever they wanted to do to you and they'll let you out. I've also heard that in truly desperate situations, one of the best things you can do is force a car crash. That's because a lot of times

criminals will abduct people don't buckle their seat belts. So then all you have to do is buckle up and have their try to turn their wheel into a tree or gouged their eyes while they're driving. I mean obviously this is a super dangerous solution, but getting into a car wreck is way safer than letting your abductor take you to a remote location. Also, car wrecks have the advantage of getting a lot of attention, so it's very likely that someone will stop and help you. Our next reply is from the F in Quantox. My girlfriend and I were going to see Katz the movie. Our Uber pulls up and straight away we notice something about the driver. To this day, we can't articulate what it was other than to say that he just felt

off. We got into his car, already hesitant and a touch anxious. He looks at us in the rearview mirror and makes a comment like, 2 lovely ladies in my car tonight, or some other weird thing. A few minutes in, he makes another semi-sexual and you end up commenting about riding with them. My friend notices the handle of a knife just poking out of the side of his jacket. She says, hey, can we stop at 7-Eleven? We need to grab a gatorade real quick. So we go in and refuse to come back out.

We're considering whether to call the police or not. It was so creepy, but what would we say? Uh, some dude was creepy to us. And while we're hesitating, he winds down his window, brainishes this effing hunting knife at both of us, scream something about devil women and just tears it out of the parking lot. To this day, my girlfriend and I are so thankful that we got out of that Uber. Otherwise, we would have my girlfriend and I are so thankful that we got out of that uber. Otherwise we would have made it to the movies in time when we would have seen cats. Opie, you totally got me with that curveball there.

I was not expecting that. Our next reply from seeing Red. I was walking down this street in downtown Chicago and I heard a loud bang followed by a woman screaming. Someone dropped a full 2 liter bottle of soda from the 13th floor and it just missed me. It was essentially a giant bullet at that heightened speed. The woman screaming was about 5 feet behind me. She was the second closest to being hit. I'm pretty sure that bottle would have killed me if it hit me. In response to that post, people actually did the math to determine how lethal that bottle of soda was.

Apparently, an object needs 150 Joules of energy to have a 90% chance of being lethal. That soda bottle, by the time it hit the ground, had 930 Joules of energy. So roughly 6 times higher than 150, which means that soda bottle would have been certain death. Our next reply is from Mojavean. About 10 years ago, I was in a relationship with someone and she became pregnant. We were only a few months in and I was terrified. But I did the right thing, stuck with her, did my best to help her through her pregnancy,

turned my whole life upside down, and sold my house to move to the other end of the city where her daughter went to school. She was divorced and had a kid with her ex-husband. Everything was going great until she became pregnant. We were having a lot of fun and enjoying each other's company very much. The instant she became pregnant, it was like a switch had been flipped. She became a straight up psycho! It wasn't just hormones from pregnancy, this was a whole other level. She was psychologically and verbally abusive.

She took being unreasonable and belligerent to a whole new level. I asked what she wanted for a dinner one night and she responded with, you should know what I went for dinner. You're supposed to just make it. And then it turned into an hour's long fight about how the heck I'm supposed to know what she wants for dinner.

Apparently, I wasn't in tune with her enough to know, and that was an unforgivable error. This is one of the hundreds of little things she did to make me feel like a piece of garbage. She never missed a chance to take a shot at me. Missed my turn while driving somewhere and have to turn around. I'm the most embarrassing boyfriend she's ever had, and she can't even believe that she allows me to drive anymore. Stuff like that.

All day, every day. It was demoralizing, and I was broken for years because of her abuse. Anyway, we move into the new house and within a month she leaves me. So all this stuff I did to turn my life upside down. I sold my house and bought a new one which cost a lot of money in real estate fees and moving fees. And it was a more expensive home. Worst in that, I now had to deal with this frickin' psycho for the next 18 years because she was carrying my baby. On top of all this, she had been cheating on me and was with her ex-boyfriend now.

That's who she was moving in with. But I was gonna be a dad, which was cool, I guess. I wish she was under different circumstances, but not having to see her every day was gonna be nice. About a week before she gave birth, I ask if it's okay if I'm there when the child is born. She says, I really want my other boyfriend to be there. I'm okay with that if he is. I gotta tell you something, there's a chance it's not your baby. And after fighting with her for three months to get the baby's blood type, it was inconclusive whose baby it was. So we went to get a DNA test, which she fought against me about, and finally caved after

a lay down text everything that she'd done to me. And now she was leaving this question of whether or not I have a child unanswered. It wasn't my baby. Bullet dodged. This was an enormous relief. Having to deal with her for 18 years while we co-raised a child would have been a nightmare. I had witnessed how she handled literally every communication with her ex-husband. Not the same guy that she cheated on me with and moved in with.

She was a frickin' grunt to him. It didn't matter what it was about, she always found a way to start a fight. This is why I always, always, always advocate that parents get a DNA test whenever they have a baby. Not just because people cheat, but also because hospitals mix up babies all the time. You could be in a committed monogamous relationship and the hospital still give you the wrong baby. DNA kits are as cheap as like 30 bucks nowadays, so why not do it? Our next reply is from the trailer park. At 17 years old, I met and married a sweet little North Carolina's daddy's girl. Had I not, I would have been hanging out with my friends that just discovered heroin.

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