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Posted: 5/1/2008 3:05:30 AM | ...[SillyGrin]...My first 'thread'... be kind.
After reading 'Pookies' - "TheNeverHaveExperienced" thread, I began thinking of experiences that might well be purely unique to me. Experiences I may well be only one of few to have had the pleasure, so to speak.
Three immediately came to mind, so I thought I'd start a wee lil list and see if these 'experiences' are as rare as one might think.
Please feel free to post any ' experience' you think might be uniquely yours and we'll see if any one else has 'BeenThereDoneThatAndSurvived' also.
Three things that came to mind.
1. I saw a man eaten by bears at the zoo [in 'real' life , not TV or YouTube] :)
2. I drank bleach [ Took two gulps before I realised... like der] :)
3. Swallowed a lolly frog hole.....giggling....:)
Ok... now PLEASE... post a reply.... my first thread ok... I'll be all sad and neglected if'n you don't welcome me into your little club here... sad and neglected I tells ya... | |
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Posted: 5/1/2008 3:12:19 AM | I'll start it off for you.
Went to the USA on my own never flown before hired a car and drove all around california.
Licked my fingers forgetting I was feeding the dog his PAL yuuuucky
Got lost in downtown L.A. in a poniac convertible at 2.am in the morning and didn't get shot or robbed.
Was a sitting duck on a footpath waiting for a nutter to shoot me with coppers waiting in the bushes behind me to shoot back. Scarey sh*t.
If I think of more I'll add them. Good luck with your thread. | |
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Posted: 5/1/2008 3:12:31 AM | awh........here 
watched my cat eat a mouse whole (kinda did a snake like thing and just swalllowed it whole) really gross
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Posted: 5/1/2008 3:36:35 AM | welcome aboard postergal, hang on lol it gets messy around here...
to refer back to Pooks again, maybe I've led a sheltered life, but I don't think so, still the hardest thing I've ever had to force myself to do is have my beloved cat George put to sleep at 13 riddled with cancer arthritis and with no quality of life I was just making him stay for my sake, booked and cancelled the vet 3 times then finally realised I was just making him suffer longer, suffice to say I was a blubbering mess and took 3 days off work, he was my baby, and I don't want to hear how people with no children replace them with pets blah blah blah, George was with me thru all the ups and downs and knew exactly what I was thinking or saying, he just spoke a different language but he was the one reliable thing in my life all those years and I still miss him terribly
ronda
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Posted: 5/1/2008 4:46:51 AM | Iraq. Mortars.
Pray you never hear that sound getting louder as the round comes over your head. I said my goodbyes to this cruel world, had a surprisingly long amount of time from when I first heard the whistle. Missed by about 30 metres in the end, I was in the open, but it landed inside a blast walled section.
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Posted: 5/1/2008 5:35:01 AM |
details crazy???? Sort of moving away from telling the story too much, the psych was surpised I told it at all. If you want to know though...
Baghdad one morning, coming back from the gym at 0600h, just after sunrise. Friendly local terrorists thought it would be a good time to lob some mortars in, fairly regular occurence. They have radar that gives you a few seconds warning, sirens go off, I was too far from cover, hit the dirt. Just wearing shorts, shirt, runners and a rifle, was a little worried.
Hear a round coming in. Dreadful dreadful sound, like in the movies, but longer. No doppler/pitch shift on the sound- meant it was coming in on top of me. Worst feeling imagineable, I had what felt like 3-4 seconds to visualise the impending horrible firey death. Not scared, just... depressed is probably the best way of describing it. Just felt like I was sinking, very sad, disappointed at how I was going to die. Said my goodbyes, accepted life was over.
Looked up when I thought it was going to hit, there was a slight shift in the sound, it had come over my head and landed about 30m away, on the other side of a set of blast walls. Did not see the round itself, too fast, but was looking directly at the part of the explosion I could see above the wall. Only a small round, probably a 60 or 81mm at most, it would have had to have landed pretty close to kill me. Did think I was going to wear it though.
That was my worst experience. Many others have had it a lot worse. A lot have been injured, many killed in the same kind of attack. My experience was nothing compared to theirs. | |
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Posted: 5/1/2008 6:35:46 AM | | Only thing I can think of that not many people have done: Witnessed a hippo being born couple of years back at Dubbo Zoo. | |
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Posted: 5/1/2008 6:51:28 AM | My first ever scuba dive!
Was taken to a place called 'shark gutter' and saw within metres 5 sharks...
Have now completed my Advanced Scuba ticket and have dived with the 'girls' twice since then, awesome, and have dived with a few species, Grey Nurses, Port Jackson and Bull Rays and here to talk about it, lol.
Must admit I'd be squishing myself under a rock if a Tiger or White Pointer came along!
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Posted: 5/1/2008 7:16:18 AM | - when i was a kid the neighbour across the road had a crazy brother in law that wanted to kill them, twice the street was evacuated with bomb threats and then few days later he blew up the church just a few hundred metres away, luckily no one was killed, although he did kill another family member, he cemented his feet and through him in the parramatta river or something.
-swimming under water in hawaii could hear the sonar sounds of the whales, not uncommon but.. not common..
- at my wedding the best man was kidnapped/taken in a car night before wedding and stabbed several times by druggies for his money
- my parents won lotto when i was a teenager..
-i toilet trained a bunny? and he lives in my house (not a cage)
cant really think of anything else.. not so sure those are so spectacular either, but i have to think some things are unique!!! | |
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Posted: 5/1/2008 7:51:46 AM | ^^^ Wow mmmmnicky....some great experiences there...and that was so great for your parents....I didnt think anyone won lotto !!!
Mmm ok can only think of one...22 years ago, while going thru Uni, I worked a summer job with the Granny Killer in Sydney ...John Glover...while he was doing the killings..and no one had any idea...he appeared "normal"
**** How in the phuck do you toilet train a bunny ??? | |
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Posted: 5/1/2008 9:01:07 AM | they like to go in one spot, so u about 500 times a day for 4 weeks while they are little.. put them in the litter tray till they 'get it' that that is the 'spot' to go.
me and the rabbit are fighting atm, he wants to drag litter tray all over the floor and then when its in middle of the floor kick it out of the tray ... its a tug a war,, i drag it back and clean up and he comes running in and angry as drags it back to middle of floor..
sigh.. its like having a two year old. | |
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Posted: 5/1/2008 9:32:26 AM | Wow - interesting thread! I imagine it would make for an evening full of great stories if we all ended up in a bar together.
A Canuck on an Aussie forum - I hope I'm not trespassing here ;-). (I happened on this thread by chance. Crazytimes1 has some good posts on the Profile Review section and I was curious about some of his other writings).
I've had a few interesting experiences during my time and I decided to collect them together into a suitable format. I figured this 'essay' might make for an interesting icebreaker with a lady sometime, either in real life or perhaps as part of my internet dating profile (thus the last line). Haven't had a chance to share it yet, so this looks like as good an opportunity as any - this appears to be a 'bragging allowed' thread.
So here goes.
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There is much I have seen and done.
I have...
...tailgated sharks and wrested with stingrays,
...played tag with dolphins and peek-a-boo with rhinos,
...tangled with boa constrictors,
...found myself face to face with lions by day,
...and cape buffalo by night,
...been the victim of theft by a very bright and bold monkey and a marauding band of nocturnal cookie thieves.
I've followed in the footsteps of James Bond and Charles Darwin.
I have survived an emergency evacuation of a burning jumbo jet, been thrown overboard in crocodile infested waters and, while only a little child, was lost and abandoned in the Canadian arctic. I once found myself on the business end of a soldier's rifle in what some might consider a war zone. I have swum in waters teeming with piranhas, and, on two separate occasions, the only thing that stood between me and certain death was a thin rubber band.
Call me Orpheus, for I have been to Hell and back.
I've had my (very brief) moment of fame on national TV. I am two degrees of separation from Queen Elizabeth, Princess Anne and Joni Mitchell. I am only one degree from Kevin Bacon.
I've been caller #10 and won big.
I have found the lost city of the Incas, had a view of the Great Pyramids that a pharaoh would dread and traced the rise and fall of China's Great Wall as it marches over hill and dale. While gazing upon the Taj Mahal, I have contemplated what might have been with its unbuilt twin. I saw the sun rise over the Himalayas and set over Mt. Fuji, rise again over the Andes and set once more on Uluru. I have sailed up the Amazon and down the Nile.
I have travelled this world far and wide, by plane, train and automobile. I have travelled this world high and low, by camel, elephant and balloon. In my passport you will find stamps from thirty different countries, I am one continent short of the whole set and I have been, literally, around the world.
Yes, there is much I have seen and done...
...but I have not yet found the woman for me. | |
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Posted: 5/1/2008 10:21:07 AM | While pilot training at Jandakot Airport, I landed the plane and the instructor told me to come to a full stop. I did, then he unbuckled himself opened the door and jumped out. I said “hey, what’s going on”. He said, “You’re on your own, do some circuits and then return to base”. He slammed the door turned around and started walking.
We were in the middle of the field and he had to dodge several other aircraft, cross a runway and several taxiways to get back to the Royal Aero Club.
My right hand still glued to the throttle started to shake and my left hand was all clammy and slipping off the control stick. I pushed the throttle forward and radioed the tower for clearances. I was scared stiff!!! Got onto the runway threshold and…….. Suddenly the tower came blaring on the radio “Sierra Romeo Romeo (that was my call sign), repeated, do not hesitate, repeated”. There was traffic inbound behind me and I was apparently taking too long to get out of the way.
Pushed the throttle forward and I was away straight down the centerline, pulled back on the stick and was airborne, slotted into the circuit. Completed several solo landings and take offs and then returned to base. My instructor then endorsed my Flight Crew License for “Solo, Cessna 150”. Phews……..Adventures “Solo” in the training area inland from Kwinana is another story.
When I was in Vietnam I went to visit a village on the border with China. The village was invaded by the Chinese when the Chinese wanted to teach the Vietnamese a lesson for invading Cambodia.
The village was now empty, completely deserted but fully intact. I thought, well this is a good place to take some interesting photo’s of village life and began to wonder through the village, camera clicking away.
There was this scream from the Vietnamese Army Officer that accompanied us, “Stop, stop, don’t move”. I turned to see him with his hands held above his head crossed (their indication to stop). He came slowly towards me and told me to walk out using the same footsteps.
We got to a point where he relaxed and informed me that the village had been evacuated and mined in case the Chinese should ever come back. Phews……..... | |
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Posted: 5/2/2008 12:12:50 AM | | Went nude surfing on my 10 000 day old birthday. If you work it out with the leap years etc it's 27 years and 10 months and so many days. I think . Yes...the coast off Fraser Island is shark infested...but I was too happy to care ;) not a prolific surfer but I did get up :D | |
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Posted: 5/2/2008 7:29:20 PM | I went into anaphilatic shock a few years back. From the time I said I didn't feel well to the point where I'd stopped breathing, couldn't see or hear, and my body had started to shut down, was about 10 seconds.
Still here to tell the tale... and really glad. | |
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Posted: 5/2/2008 9:36:51 PM | 1. Was in Iran just before the Revolution....got stuck in a traffic jam....two small children in the back of my jeep....looked to see cause of the jam....the square up ahead was full of dead bodies being shovelled up. There had been a small demonstration and the Shah had sent a few of his men to clean it up. A few minutes earlier and we'd've been in the middle of it all.
2. One of my early solo flights in my glider....had been taught to do a climbing turn to the left when pulling off the tug. (England)...so automatic I did so ...but my left wingtip was in cloud. Had had no cloud flying training nor did I have the instruments to do so. No way to know how to get the glider straight and level. Ended up spinning, at one time upside down (just saw the sun UNDERNEATH me), not sure whether it was a stall or a spin...tried all the different recovery procedures....nothing worked....so I decided my time had come, let go of all controls, ready to meet my maker.... and the glider came out of the bottom of the cloud....straight and level. I lived to fly many more years...... but will never forget that!
3. Again in Iran....passenger in a LandRover driving from the Caspian back to Tehran...road narrow, mountain one side, ravine the other. I fell asleep. As I was sleeping...!!..., (my guardian angel must have been around), I reached with my left hand and took the wheel and pulled it down....and we hit the mountain instead of going over the ravine. The driver had also fallen asleep!
4. Gliding again. This time in Australia. In a hurry to get up in the sky. Took off without checking . mistake one... (re-checking....it had already been signed off as airworthy that morning), the glider. Glass glider, one I'd only flown once before. Pulled of the tow.... found I had no instruments. Mistake 2....really thermic day, could've stayed up hours and got used to how the glider 'felt' when it stalled (gliders are at stall speed as they land) - have flown 'by the seat of my pants' before so big mistake that....just wanted to get back onto terra firma!.....came in too fast (far better than too slow - I'd be dead!).... "landed' 9 times..... broke the glider, broke my confidence too. No more gliding for me.... after 14 years.....decided my judgement was beginning to fade..... Was told later that day by the Ops Manager that it was his fault as he had forgotten to reconnect the instruments after he had been doing some work on it - AFTER it had had it's daily inspection! But still think I should have done my own checks....which I always did! Until that day...
5. Living in China.... that in itself is a test of survival....crossing the road is an adrenalin rush....being in a taxi is even more dangerous....and riding a bike...don't let me go on about that! I even fell through a manhole and fractured my ankle the first week I was in China....survived Chinese surgery in a Chinese hospital with NO pain control...you heard it! So even walking along the path is dangerous! | |
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Posted: 5/3/2008 4:31:45 AM | Almost drowned doing a Navy diving course in Sydney Harbour.
No gages on Navy diving gear so when you run out of air you pull a D-ring to give an extra couple of minutes. Unfortunatly it hadnt been filled properly and the resurve hadnt been filled. Needless to say i was out of air and 15m down. Had been running out of air for about 1 min before i realised. Spat out my regulator and tried to get some air from my buddy. He took to long. Got a lung full or harbour water but thankfully was able to cough it up when i got to the surface. | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 5:15:26 PM | I know this thread is a bit dated....., but here goes...,
Having worked as a fisherman for (too) many years up and down the west coast.., I had played a part in the killing of sharks (for marketing)....., and in the course of this 'fishing career' a couple of very large whites.
Three summers ago, I was out surfing at my local (extremely chrystal clear) beach break by my lonesome.
It was a very shallow sand bank...., I was in a kind of awe at the beauty of the day and the fact that there were only some joggers going by on the beach some 150 metres to shoreward. Slowly I kind of realised that a very, very large white was slowly swimming past me about 20 metres to seaward !
I stayed very still and just sat on the board watching it's languid slow swimming motion as it litterally swam on by....., and on to the south ...., down the beach.
I guess I 'woke up' a short time later when I realised that he had returned ..., though he was swimming directly to me ...., but this time from the inshore gutter (deeper channel)...., though still swimming slowly and methodically.
This time I just layed down and paddled sort of over to the side onto a shallower part of the sand bank...., and then in to shore.
One of the joggers was a lady and she actually scared me more as she was rather hyserically crying.....
It occured to me rather quickly that he (the shark) was not in "fast jerky movement hunt mode" and rather smugly I believed I would be fine.
I often think about that day and mostly how it was such a stunning gift of a day
...., and that I was in kind of a rapture at it's sheer beauty at first....., followed by an intense fascination.....,
and then anxiety and confusion at the level of the lady joggers hysteria. | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 6:58:17 PM | Thanx Naamah...., jeeze I love that...., I thought that was one of those urban (or otherwise) myths.
I absolutely love it..., | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 7:09:53 PM | | ^^^ Knew you would. I only wish she'd posted a url cos I'd love to see it. Screaming joggers just don't get it. Mind you I am not sure I'd be as calm as you were...kudos for seeing the moment for what it was...and glad you shared your 'been there, done that, and survived' story. | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 7:16:01 PM | Naaah Naamah ...., I think I was just momentarily afflicted by 'the double whammy of stupidity'...., as in I was 'dumb and blonde'!! | |
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Posted: 6/20/2008 8:59:37 PM | well I had this awesome experience,,,,
I met this wonderful guy from here POF he was extremely wealthy, attractive, had a muscular body, was masculine and had gorgeous eyes
He picked me up and we went for a flight on his private jet (yes private Jet) over the Great Barrier Reef and up north. Dined on seafood, prawns, mud crabs (yum) bourbon (I like bourbon) it was amazing.
The next weekend we went for a ride on his Harley, down the coast for some shopping, he bought me just about anything I wanted including these beautiful diamond earrings. Went to dinner at a gorgeous pub up at Mt Tamborine. It was really special, I felt like a princess, he kissed me and it was the most beautiful passionate kiss I have ever experienced .......... oh then I woke up lol, but hey if anyone is out there who wants to be this fella and fits the description send me a message. lol ha I crack myself up
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