Redditors Share Their “A Second Later And I Would Have Died” Stories
The most unpredictable thing in and about life is, life itself. We never know what kind of lemon will be thrown at us at what second. We also do not know what were going to do with that lemon. Though, in the worst case scenario, we can only hope that the thrown lemon do not kill us. Think we are taking it too far? You wouldn’t once you go through these stories.
These 30 Redditors have shared their experiences where they avoided death or some really, really ugly situation just by an inch. And sometimes yes, they were saved by the bell. Sometimes, a lot of story-teller here believed that they were saved by something paranormal or supernatural. Many stories tell how people saved their lives by using their brain and instinct. While most of the stories here will make you believe in luck once again.
Well, we are not really sure what was the real factor that saved almost 30 lives in these stories but we are glad it did. As otherwise, we would not be reading these amazing experiences. So, you thank your luck and God once again for keeping you alive till date and continue reading further.
Stranger Is Danger
I can not confirm whether this would have been death however it would have changed my and my parents life like death. I was about 6 or 7 and I went along with my mum to go train the new puppy we had. The training ground was quite far away from home and I remember that it was a big field surrounded by a forest and a motorway on the side of it. I was told to stay in the car and play on my gameboy (back when they were a thing lol). After an hour or so I got bored and I went to have a look at where my mum was with our puppy. The carpark was a little while from the training ground but I decided to walk towards her anyway. In the meantime an older man (30ish) starts talking to me and the naive little boy I was I talked back (regardless of all the times my mum told me to NOT TALK TO STRANGERS). He convinced me I was going the wrong way and told me he would take me to my mum and puppy has. We ended up by the motorway side and we were about to walk down the bank to the side of the motorway where his car was parked. As I am about to disappear down the bank I hear the loudest scream of my name from my mum, I look back and feel the grip of the man tighten on my hand but I was just in time to get my hand out of his grip and run towards my mother. My mum runs past me to see where this guy is but he had just got into his car and drove off. To this day I still imagine about the what if scenario and how close I was to being kidnapped and potentially killed.
The Baby Stealer
My mom was travelling by herself with us 4 kids in tow, and 2 suitcases. I was too young to walk and was in a sort of chest carrier, and my next oldest brother was barely walking himself, so she had him on her hip as she struggled to get the 2 other brothers (about 3 & 5yo) and the 2 suitcases off the bus. (We had just left my father and were going to her parents’ house, from South Carolina to Maine).
A guy approached her offering to help by holding my brother, and my mom was refusing but the guy was getting pushy about it. The bus driver saw what was happening and got up and chased the guy off.
Apparently him and some other guys had been ‘helping’ people with luggage and then running off with it. And this time he tried to ‘help’ by taking my brother- who was the perfect little blonde hair blue eyed adorable white baby. Exactly the prime target for adoption scams and black market baby buying.
Bus driver helped my mom with the rest of her things and waited there until another bus employee showed up to help her to the next bus on the route.
The Baby Stealer
The Disturbed Mother
When I was in junior high I was carpooling with another kid and her mom. For a reason I can’t fathom she decided to race a transit train hoping to get across the tracks before the train stopped traffic. She gunned the car. I was in the backseat screaming NO. She hit the train. Because I was in the back seat I was injured the least. I had a pointy piece of metal pierced through my jeans and flesh until it hit bone. Had she been a second faster the train would have hit us broad side and killed us all.
To answer the questions. This was 1980. She was not charged or sued. It was labelled an accident. She and her daughter suffered broken bones, lacerations and concussions. Because of the parental acrimony I couldn’t be friends with the girl anymore. The family moved away before the end of the school year. I know at the time her mum was still not working. I’m not sure if she ever went back to work. Clearly she had or had developed some kind of mental or emotional problem which the accident probably made worse. I wondered if she was an alcoholic who began day drinking, but I never mentioned my suspicion to anyone. I needed crutches for a few months.
Thank God For Not Resting
When I was in middle school I called my mom on my cell during lunch because my head hurt so badly I couldn’t move (she was 1 on speed dial). Well the nurse came and brought me to the office for a check up and some pain pills while I waited for my mom (we didn’t live close). Nurse said no fever, and to take me home and put me to bed. My mom watched me get into the truck and decided that maybe we should go to the hospital to be safe. By the time we reached the hospital (it was further then our home) my temp was at 104 and I was incapacitated. I had meningitis. If we went home and she put me to bed like the nurse suggested, I never would have woken up.
For those who keep asking/speculating it was Viral Meningitis (the less severe form) but it progressed very quickly. I had no headache when I arrived at school. By lunch time I couldn’t move on my own and I couldn’t see because the light was too bright. The nurse came to get me and I didn’t have a fever. After waiting for my mom 10 minutes and a 20 minute drive to the hospital and 10 minute wait at the hospital it was at 104. Yes we told the nurse after, but there was only some of the symptoms when I left school. She never gave me or my mother’s advice again, just told symptoms and gave pain meds.
Drive With Vigilance
A couple months ago I was in a head on collision with some dude on crack driving down the wrong side of the road with his headlights out. I was probably around 50 before I saw him (speed limit was 55 so that’s my best guess.) saw him with a second or two of reaction time, managed to brake hard and swerve over only bad enough to total my car, but I still walked away with nothing more than a sore neck. If I hadn’t seen the dude I don’t doubt that I could’ve died or been seriously injured.
Don’t Be In A Hurry
About 30 years ago, my family and I were driving up to Jasper, Alberta in the winter. There was a slow car in front of us, and an impatient one behind us who kept trying to pass. Eventually the car behind us did pass, on a blind corner and hit a logging truck head on. The slow car in front of us was also hit, but my dad managed to put us in the shoulder and not in the collision.
This was way before mobile phones, or anything like that. So I remember my dad and my older brother getting out and going over the other cars and talking with the truck driver. It was this indescribable moment of total silence, and freezing cold, and disbelief until the authorities came (quite a bit later). I remember sitting in the backseat with my younger brothers wondering what the hell just happened.
Always Seek Help
My wife was having a rough pregnancy. Tons of awful symptoms. Swelling, tiredness, nausea, low blood pressure, high blood pressure, back pain; that “morning glow” never came.
Last week the back pain was particularly bad. Cripplingly bad. She couldn’t get up for work. And she had what she described as “air pressure” in her stomach. Despite having a presentation she needed to host, she took the day off and we went to the OB.
Saw the OB briefly and she told us to go to the ER to make sure everything was okay, as it vaguely sounded like a pulmonary embolism. My wife couldn’t take in a full breath, and something was off but we didn’t know what. Cue the long wait at the ER, wanting to go home and her thinking she could deal with the pain. We were hungry and tired.
10 hours later, ER cleared her, no pulmonary embolism in the lungs found, but there were elevated liver enzymes found in her blood test. So off we went to Labor and Delivery, for a final blood pressure check before being released. They have to clear her also since she’s pregnant. Cue the doctor working in L&D coming to ask about her symptoms and the liver enzymes to clarify, and then taking over for the nurse and personally checking her blood pressure. Earlier in the ER it was 130/something. High for pregnancy but not immediately concerning. But now it was 168. We aren’t going home. She’s not even getting up to the elevator. She gets wheeled upstairs and the OB gets called.
The next bit happened quick. We’re being asked a lot of questions about when the symptoms started, how far along she is, there’s a sudden swarm of nurses around her, and there’s a huge sense of urgency in the room. Blood pressure is now 186/93. She’s being hooked up to the monitors, an IV to get platelets, and getting more blood drawn. She was about to get up to use the restroom and a doctor sternly tells a nurse helping that she cannot be up right now. Our OB enters the room and breaks the news.
My wife has severe pre eclampsia and HELLP syndrome. She’s giving birth, right now. It’s not safe for her, or our baby. It’s early, but there’s no alternative. She’s getting a steroid to help accelerate the development of our baby’s lungs, and once the platelets are done being administered, we’re going to the operating room. She had an emergency c section and we were parents, at 29 weeks.
If that L&D doctor had not noticed her symptoms before she was cleared for release minutes later, she would have had a seizure, suffered organ failure and died that same night.
The last week has been surreal. We knew parenthood was coming, but not like this, or so soon. Our baby is stable in the NICU and my wife is recovering.
If you’re pregnant and suddenly feel a weird pressure in your upper abdomen, don’t ignore it. Please get it checked out, because it could save both your lives.
We visited the NICU and I got to change my first diaper today! She also held my finger in her hand, and that felt amazing.
Another important thing I want to mention is to understand that it’s not your fault if there are complications, and it just happens. Why is not fully understood yet. Feelings of guilt, or maybe even betrayal from your own body, are normal, but you will get through it. Talk it out, and seek guidance for postpartum depression if needed. My wife is strongly independent, so it feels very different for her to ask for help sometimes, but it’s for the best. Be a team. Tag out, and recover as needed.
There’s no shame in asking for help. More so regarding pregnancy. It’s way more hardcore than normally depicted, and complications and difficult symptoms are surprisingly common.
If my story helps even one person recognize the signs and get to a doctor in time, I’m extremely grateful.
Follow The Rules!
I was a freshman in college and came back to my hometown for fall break. I decided to go to a football game to hang out with some old friends. On the way home, I stopped at a red light and when it turned green, I pulled forward, as usual.
From the left, a truck suddenly hit me. He was speeding and ran the red light, t-boned me right in front of my driver’s door. I luckily got out with just an injured knee and fractured clavicle and some bruising.
It haunted me for a while that, had I pulled forward just a little faster or he had been just a quarter second slower he would’ve gone straight into my driver’s door and I likely wouldn’t have made it.
He wasn’t even drunk or under the influence, it was just a 16-year-old kid not paying attention.
Bucket List Check
I was working on a pipe crew in 1998, we were installing a large concrete vault in a pretty big hole. I’m standing in a ditch about six feet deep marking grade while the excavator operator is digging. So to the front of me is a large excavator bucket itself weighing hundreds of pounds and backed by powerful hydraulics and thousands of pounds of steel armature, and behind me is a solid concrete wall about a foot thick. And the ditch is only a few feet wide and too tall for me to jump or climb out of with any kind of speed.
Suddenly the excavator spins to one side and the arm snaps out to full extension with full force, and the operator shuts it down. The bucket missed my head by about a foot. He climbs out of the machine, visibly shaken, and tells me that something has failed on the machine and the arm “wasn’t supposed to have done that.” So as he’s been digging he’s been noticing that ever so slightly there’s a bit of a delay between his inputs and the machine’s actions, and in the moment before failure he just felt “something wasn’t right” and tried to pull the bucket in; when it didn’t seem to want to, he turned the excavator “just in case” and that’s when the arm extended. Had he not, I would have been crushed to freaking death.
There were two other excavator operators on that crew, and they were basically idiots. Had one of them been with us that day, I’m sure I’d be dead.
Hangover Saved My Life
Had a bad hangover and was kind of nervous/jittery, which in turn made me extra watchful. I was driving home, light turned green and I started to go. Car going about 45 in crowded city traffic gives no hecks and goes right through the red. I slammed on the brakes and felt my anti-lock brakes engage for the first time in I don’t know how long. Guy missed me by inches. Didn’t even slow down.
Had I not been hungover I doubt I would have given the cross traffic that second look to see him barreling toward me. He likely would have t-boned me right in the driver’s door.
Kids CANNOT Play With Guns
Not necessarily “a second later”….more like “a few seconds earlier”….but whatever.
I worked at a private gun range for almost a decade and had one encounter where I could have nearly gotten killed.
I was in what we called a trap house (a little bunker that holds a machine that throws clay targets for people to shoot). When we go into said bunker, we put a giant traffic cone on top of it that basically tells people “There’s someone in there, keep your shotguns at your side unloaded and wait for them to exit”
One day I was fixing some issues with a machine and was about to exit. I realized I left my bowl on the back shelf and stepped back and grabbed it. The second I did, I hear a shell go off and the cone on top of the house gets obliterated and falls in front of me. Turns out one of our members had his daughter there and was teaching her how to trap shoot. He didn’t realize she loaded a shell when he was teaching her how to aim (irrelevant cause his gun shouldn’t have been pointed downrange). He lost his membership over that incident.
Snow Can Kill You
I was driving home pretty late at night after work when I still lived at my parents’ house. Their house is about half an hour out of town on a good day, and you have to take rural highways and gravel roads with plenty of steep hills and tight curves.
It was the first snow of the winter and it came very suddenly and heavily, the roads were completely covered and slippery. I was making my way home slowly, barely going over 20 mph. One second it seemed like everything was fine, the next second my car was sliding what seemed like way too quickly. It was moving at an angle directly across the oncoming lane of traffic while a semi was approaching and going way too fast to ever slow down in time in the snow. Thankfully, my car got across the road and hit a snow bank in the ditch before the semi got to me, but if my car had slid just a second later I can’t imagine that I’d still be alive.
So yeah, now I am deathly afraid of driving in snow and will do just about anything to avoid it.
Stay Patient When You Drive
Back when I managed a clothing store, I had to walk from the mall to the bank every morning to drop off the deposit. To get to the bank I had to cross one street at a 4 way intersection. One day as I was making my way across, a van was in the middle of the intersection waiting to turn left and was patiently waiting as I had the right to cross the street. Some douche in a black sports car apparently couldn’t wait and SWERVED AROUND THE VAN and almost ran straight into me. Car was so close I could feel it behind my legs and everything went in slow motion. Good thing I thought to start speeding up as I saw the light starts to flash, signaling the end of being able to cross or I could have been hit.
The idiot sped away and I ran to the other end of the crosswalk a-okay. I was on the phone with my now husband when this went down and he heard everything. I broke down crying when I got to the other side and it wasn’t because I was almost hit. The thought that my husband could have heard my death is what shook me up
The Venom Viper
When I was about 9 or 10, I was in the basement helping my grandma do laundry. She had a big braided rug on the floor and I was bouncing all over the place. I was wearing socks and jumping on and off the rug.
She bends over to get something out of the drier and reaches across the rug to grab something. I realize what she’s reaching for is a snake, just inches between the two of us. I yell at her to STOP, we both scream and the snake quickly takes on an aggressive posture.
I run outside and grab a broom and my grandma starts beating the poor thing to death with it. Grandpa hears the commotion and rushes downstairs and delivers the fatal blow. Turns out that little nope noodle that snuck into the house was a venomous copperhead.
Helmets Save Lives
A friend asked for a ride on my motorcycle so I let him wear the spare helmet and took him for seafood at Neptune’s Net in Malibu. Some of the nearby beach houses have driveways that lead directly onto the highway. So while we were on the return trip back toward Santa Monica an SUV pulls onto my lane.
There was absolutely no time to brake.
As a precaution against this kind of thing I always watch the wheels of parked vehicles for movement and I always rest a thumb on the horn. So I see trouble brewing, honk as soon as the other vehicle starts to move, and change lanes.
The driver of that SUV neither saw me coming nor responded to the horn. The only reason we didn’t have a t-bone collision was because of that lane change. I skirted around it with about a foot and a half to spare.
It wasn’t the closest call I’ve ever had but it was the only one where I was responsible for another person. I would have known to leap off the seat just before impact but the passenger wouldn’t. It turned out later he didn’t even realize we’d nearly been in an accident–probably because his head was turned to enjoy the ocean view.
The laws of physics made that swerve especially difficult because I’m a slender woman; the passenger weighed forty pounds more than me.
What The Truck Is Your Deal
I was walking home at 2am and these guys in a truck started trying to run me over and at the last second I dived into a small wooded/bramble area and went the 7 feet to fence behind it and hid. They then tried to find me for a while and left.
I waited for an hour probably then decided to sneak out. I saw their truck sitting at the end of the alley with no power on, so I snuck along the wooded area till it merged with the road and made a break for it. They almost ran me over again, but I made it to the path behind a house that was too narrow for them to fit.
Probably 2 seconds from being ran over both times.
Death By SkyDiving
- When I was learning to skydive I was trying to complete a level that involved turning 360 degrees clockwise and anti-clockwise in the air. First two attempts I could turn clockwise but not the other way for some reason.
Cue the third attempt jump and again clockwise goes like clockwork (if you’ll pardon the pun) and so I try and turn anti-clockwise, but instead of going that direction or just not turning (like I had previously), I began to spin clockwise faster and faster and faster. I eventually span up to what I worked out to be ~200rpm pulling about 15G. I could feel myself blacking out and my arms being forced outwards, but instead of pulling when I started spinning like I was supposed to I kept fighting it and making it worse and instead looked at my altitude and pulled when I would have done normally.
Had I kept going and not pulled and blacked out I could definitely have died from being tangled in my reserve. The spinning also caused all the capillaries in my eyes to burst and so I looked like the devil for two weeks.
Dogs Are A Man’s Bestfriend
I don’t know if I would’ve died, but when I was very small I woke up in the middle of the night with a feeling like the dog was missing. I woke up everyone in the house and we went looking for the dog. Somehow we were all outside when a Molotov cocktail was thrown into the neighbor’s house and their house exploded setting only one room in our house on fire—mine and my sister’s. If I hadn’t had everyone frantically searching for the dog, who knows what would’ve happened. The dog must have known something was up, too, because she had gotten out of the house and was hiding under a porch across the street.
Love Happens For A Reason
My husband tells me the day we met he planned to kill himself on the way home.
We met while both working at a theme park near our home towns. They were just about to open a new rollercoaster and opened it just for employees for a day. The train had two seats on each side, and my husband and I were both there alone and were matched up to ride together.
It’s a little scary to think that if I had been only a single person farther behind him, we would have never met. He said I saved his life because he had planned to wrap his car around a tree on the way home, but after we met and exchanged phone numbers he was too excited to talk to me when he got home, that he forgot all about it.
Coin Flipped Your Life Around
On 16th December 2004 I was with a friend having a beer in a bar on the Koh San Road in Bangkok, Thailand. It was the last week of my bumming around the world and we had a decision to make.
Do we go home for Christmas or spend it on the beach in Phuket. Neither of us had been to Phuket and we thought it would be an awesome end to living out of a backpack for the last 18 months but on the other hand, Christmas at home with the family was also appealing.
So we flipped a coin and went home to the UK.
Flipping that coin a second earlier or later could have sent us into the path of the 2004 Boxing Day Tsunami.
Doctors Are Gods In Disguise
A second doesn’t really apply to my story, but about an hour does. When I was in second grade my appendix swole up and burst. I had severe pain for weeks while the doctors tried to figure out what was wrong. After staying at the hospital for some time, they suddenly said they needed to operate. They had finally figured out what was wrong and had to basically clean out my insides. Since it had burst quite some time ago, I was in a pretty critical state. If they hadn’t realized soon after they did, I wouldn’t be here.
Someone Is Always There, Just Live.
Not me but my brother (no, really). He had a hard time in college; didn’t like his major but didn’t have any other ideas, had a hard time being motivated to attend class, etc. The final straw was when he ended a semester and was trying to get ready for the next semester: he was dropped by the scholarship that was paying his tuition for not making above a 3.5. He tried to hang himself in his closet one day. He told me right after in hysterics. He said he started blacking out and his head was fuzzy when his dog (half pit/half Australian cattle dog) positioned herself under him, barking and released the tension on his neck. He got out of it and called me. He doesn’t like to talk about it because it was really traumatic and (he said) embarrassing (because of the stigma in our community). But he told me a few times that the instant he started blacking out he regretted it and didn’t want to die. When he called me, I had a grown man crying and saying, “it was so scary! I was so scared!” Needless to say: the dog is highly regarded now. Lol (If you’re in a hopeless situation—get help. Seriously. Make a call. Heck what people say or think. I freaking love you >:D LIVE IDIOT!)
Drowning The Past Now
I was swimming with my dad and my younger brother in a lake. We had one of those decent sized blow up rafts that we brought out to play around on.
I thought it was cool to swim underneath the raft and surface on the other side. Well the third time I tried this my little brother jumped into the raft and his body slammed into my head while I was swimming underneath, completely disorienting me.
I remember just inhaling tons of water and trying to figure out which way was up and every time I tried surfacing I’d hit the bottom of the raft and become disoriented again. I could feel myself starting to black out before I pulled myself up around the side of the raft.
No one even knew anything was wrong until I started heaving up water and coughing.
Similar to this when I was around 8 I didn’t know how to swim very well and was at my grandmother’s neighbors home playing in their pool with a friend my age. Accidentally stepped out of the shallow end and slid into the deep end and remember just sitting at the bottom staring up at the surface and starting to black out. Friend’s mother dove in and saved me.
Still love water though. 10/10 would swim under blow up raft again.
Dogs Can Be Dangerous
I was surrounded by 9 German shepherds once…They were half feral belonged to a bunch of French travelers that let them scavenge for food, farmers loved them…not!! I found myself in a pit with those dogs on the ridge checking me out..It was terrifying. And then I recognized one of them, I gave him water once because of heat and shizty owner and I called his name. He wagged his tail and the other dogs followed him, away from me….Five of these dogs have been shot by police for killing many sheep. We called animal protection over one and he got rescued, covered in ticks and a broken leg, as it turned out. Trying to live a feral lifestyle is cool and all, but you just can’t leave your dog to its own devices, it’ll end bad…
Pack Of Wolves
I did some volunteering abroad in a place that had a shiz ton of feral street dogs. Usually they minded their own business and were easily scared away (I tended to carry a piece of rebar in my backpack for this purpose), but occasionally they would gang up and maul people, generally kids and old people.
One night I got woken up by the sound of a bunch of them barking and howling; I wouldn’t have minded except I also heard the sound of a woman screaming. I ran out into the street to check it out, turned a corner and saw the biggest freaking pack of them I’d ever seen – like, 30 dogs – all circling around this lady. I started yelling and throwing rocks thinking they’d scatter… which is when the whole pack immediately turned their attention towards me. They were coming at me with their teeth bared and their ears back and I remember being really intensely aware of the thought, OK, I’m going to freaking die right now…
It was at that moment that a dude in a rickshaw came tearing down the road, flashing his lights and honking. This made the dogs bolt. Driver saved my life, or at the very least prevented a wicked bad mauling. It was a really great affirmation about how most people will do what they can to help you when you need it.
Don’t Turn Back
I used to work on a farm for a doctor that had antelopes on the property and one of my jobs was to feed them, my third day on the job was my first time actually doing it since my coworkers did it before. I went out there with the feed and started to pour it out so that they could eat, my supervisor shouts from the other side of the fence not to turn my back to the male antelope and I couldn’t hear him so the first thing I did was turn my back on the male antelope to ask my supervisor what he said, almost immediately I realized what I had done and turned back around to see the antelope about to skewer me. I jumped out of the way and he ripped the shirt off of my back.
ExMoose Me You’re Huge
I was like 6 or 7 when my dad and I were driving to his parents summer cabin. Suddenly, a huge freaking moose runs from the forest, from our right, and across the road.
I mean, there’s no small moose, let’s get that straight. But this hecker was out of this world huuuuuge. And we avoided hitting it by literally just a second. It was so close that I’m sure we would’ve hit it if either we or the moose gained a second somewhere, we would’ve been dead for sure. Hitting a moose with a car is almost surely a death sentence anyway but that thing was just so extra large that there would’ve been no chance.
They Came Here First
When I was 5 or 6, we were on holiday in Australia. My mother took me to a beach that is known because it’s safe thanks to a net system that doesn’t let the sharks in. Well when we arrive at the beach was empty, what was kinda strange, but we continue to have a beach day and we had a bath. My mother even swam from one point to another. After that, we were going to the car, and some authority saw us. They told us to not enter the beach, because a family of alligators had entered the water, and it was really dangerous.
The Tree That Didn’t Fall
On my way to class about two years ago in the middle of a rainstorm, and I turn onto my usual back-road shortcut to get on campus.
As I’m rounding a corner, I just watch this really tall tree start to seat, then slowly fall down onto the ground. I doubt the tree was heavy enough to have killed me, but it would’ve really beat up my car.
Then last year, I think it was even around February, my parents are both just getting home, my mom has a box of pizza with her, and I’m looking over my dad’s shoulder out the window at the trees that used to be over our driveway And ask when it fell.
Turns out it came down in the time it took for my parents to come inside with food and groceries, and about 30 seconds earlier it would’ve killed both of them. It totalled my dad’s car, but he had the biggest of the three cars, so my mom’s only got a few minor dings in the hood, and mine was fine. They took some pictures for Facebook and such, and I can see about digging them up.
Saved By The Kiss
This is a sweet memory: My girlfriend at the time and I were walking on a semi-rural road in Santa Cruz County around 1993 or so. We stopped for a second and kissed. In that moment a car went careening off the road just a few feet in front of us. Had we not stopped for that kiss we would have been directly in its path.