Well, there was the time that Grizz reviewer called me a Yankee college boy and wanted to fight me.

More seriously, twice. Once in my youth when someone attacked me with a knife, and with full intention of killing me. I was stabbed twice, in the hand and hip before he was overpowered and disarmed. The second time I developed diverticulitis, which turned into peritonitis, and had me in in a coma in hospital.

Neither time did I see any light at the end of a tunnel though.

A couple times. One being a two day coke binge, I thought my heart was going to blow up.

A couple times.It REALLY puts things in perspective!

There is not one experience that sticks out as a moment that I stared death in the face. However, having a softball sized tumor in my chest, and going through chemotherapy twice, and a bone marrow transplant is probably closer than most things in life. It has made me have to plan for the possibility of death and made me a bit more cognizant of my own mortality at a young age.

Well Im not sure how close I came to actually dying,but last spring I went to bed at night and my boyfriend at the time came to bed shortly after I did,and all I remember is waking up on the floor with paramedics standing over me. My boyfriend said I had a siezure,and I have never had one before.when I woke up I was so confused they said I had my eyes open but would not respond,and all I remember was falling asleep fine and then my boyfriend had to roll me over off the bed and onto the floor he said the lady at the 911 center said for him hit me on my back to wake me up. I asked him later what i looked like and he said I was breathing funny(rattling) and staring at the ceiling,I have no memory of this whatsoever. One thing that I do know is that the whole next day I was sore from head to toe.every muscle in my body ached.

A car accident in the snow about 20 years ago. I slid in front of an 18-wheeler truck on the highway, saw it looming down on top of me through my windshield,  and remember thinking very clearly, "This is it. This is my death." It happened so fast that I don't remember any great fear. Luckily, the trucker had seen me skidding in advance of hitting me and had started to slow down somewhat. Despite that, my car was destroyed, although I came through without a scratch (for which I have to give credit to the seatbelt I was wearing; before the accident, I wore them once in awhile if the spirit moved me-- now I never get into a car without buckling it). Despite my lack of fear while the accident was occurring, when I emerged from the wreck of my car and began walking toward a rest-stop pay-phone to call my father, my knees buckled with the delayed reaction. There have been occasions in the past where I overdid opiates or some other illicit substance and went to bed vaguely wondering whether I was going to wake up. Not a pleasant way to enter the Land of Nod-- not knowing whether it's going to be an 8-hour sojourn or whether you're embarking on a one-way journey.

Yep...  there were a few close calls that I managed to survive. My guardian angel has definately put in some overtime keeping me upright and above ground. There's nothing quite like staring death in the face to make you appreciate 'not being dead'. As a result, there a there a few things I try to remember...  I'm on borrowed time, and Life is too short to spend it with regrets, so do the things worth doing - do them well, and don't worry about the little things. It's a funny thing that 'near-death'.  For that moment space and time seem to meld and everything but your thoughts slow down to a crawl....  Maybe that's the closest we come to time travel eh?

Apart from various acts of stupidity, like not looking when I cross the road, or accidentally setting a deodorant can alight, I'm a kid who has spent most of his life in the suburbs playing video games, so death scares aren't exactly ten-a-penny...

I remember one time I got so dehydrated the doctors had said I was very close to going into cardiac arrest.  A situation I would never want to be in again.

about ten years ago i got quite ill. Over a month It just got worse even though i kept seeing a doctor.had tests that doctor number one could find no results so as I was getting worse out of desperation i went to doctor number two. He immediately put me in the hospital for emergency surgery. { had a perforated colon} if not for doctor number two I do not think I would be sitting here.  thank goodness for second opinions.

Only two times, somethings are hard to understand, and when my son died I lost my mind. I was lucky and now I'm alive.