I waved at death again · 2:55am Feb 27th, 2012
you can believe me or not its your choice, but everything i write here is the absolute complete truth.
Due to recent events, i feel i should explain an interesting predicament i have in my life. i have faced death way too many times for someone of my age, and in way to many form. to understand why ill need to tell you a little about my family. my family stretches the entirety of the east coast with it mainly centralized in florida, virginia, and maine.these event will take place in maine and virginia. my direct grandfather lives up in maine and is an avid gun collector and hunter. whenever i or one of my 8 cousins visit him he helps us learn how to care for and handle firearms. he has various pistols, shotguns, and rifles. My father who lives with us down here in virginia is a chemist who has a separate attachment to the house as his personal laboratory. i often help him with his experiments. every summer and sometimes during the winter i go up to maine with my mom and 2 older brothers to visit various relatives. i will now recount the many events since my birth of how i have met and made friends with death.
(Y=year)
Birth: when i was born i had an extremely high amount of fluid in my lungs and was on the verge of drowning 2 minutes out of the womb. i stayed in the hospital for a week to repair the damage afterwards.
Y2: i had cracked my skull falling of the dining room table. apparently my mother cried a river for me
Y5: i set myself on fire trying to figure out what a match was.
Y6: stuck my finger into an electrical socket and stopped my heart for 3 seconds. swear to god saw a shadow figure point at me. first time i saw death.
Y8: nearly drowned off the side of a dock at one of my uncle's house in massachusetts (sp?)
Y9: smashed my head into a tv. lots of bleeding and stitches
Y11:(big one here) by this point in time my grandfather has taught me to be somewhat of good marksman with pistols. so he had me start with rifles. so he brought out this old rifle the type with the stick to pound in blasting cotton. and told me to watch as he dis assembled and reassembled it. he than fired off a couple rounds and told me to load it and fire it myself. (for note when loading these rifle its pointed DOWN) as a was pushing the gunpowder and cotton down the stick was making a scratching noise which we didnt catch on. as i gave the final pound so i could fire the rifle went off due to gunpowder residue that didnt get used when the last shot was fired. i immediately dropped the gun and wondered what happened and why the was red liquid all over the deck. i looked down and was horrified to see a hole right through the arch of my foot. it was than the pain hit me and i fell down screaming. they took me to the hospital as fast as possible where i started my 10 month recovery and 4 month rehab. not fun in the slightest. hi death what did you do today?
Y13:(i try to make this one quick as its hard to describe)(this is in VA) i was out in the backyard one night picking up one my dad's test subjects as the skies started to rumble. now i thought nothing of it at first(notice a pattern?) but when i saw a flash in the sky i put it into "hurry your ass up" mode. once i got everything into the bag i ran my ass back to the house. i did not run fast enough. we estimated by the amount of dispersion it was about 20 behind me but i got struck by lightning basically. it picked me up and threw me towards the house. in the 5 seconds i was airborne i had a few thoughts *stay calm* *whats burning?* *O.O FUUUUUU-* that thought ended with me screaming my ass off from the feeling of every single serve in my leg and waist being lit on fire. through out all of the pain i was dragging myself towards my house to get out of the storm. when i eventually got to the hospital my leg (opposite of the one i shot) my mangled to say the least. the first 2 of the 3 layers of skin on it had slid off and was showing muscle and bleeding profusely. the entire time i was crying in pain and seeing death pointing and laughing at my pain. my parents and the doctors said i was screaming so many profanities that i was waking hell. this incident took an entire year to heal and i wasnt allowed to move in the slightest through out it all.
Y16 current year: this was the most recent event to happen. 5 days before this was typed i was out at the marketplace with my girlfriend just enjoying the day. we were hearing police sirens but in VA they're rather common. that was up until we saw a red sports car swerving across the street 10 blocks in front of us. in the matter of seconds the car had manged to speed down the street and drive so close to the 2 of us the wind that came off it knocked us to the ground. said car than immediately crashed into a building 2 doors down from us. while my friends was on the ground i looked up and simply waved and being the insane person i am sometimes said "not yet death, not yet" i than had to take care of and comfort my friends seeing as how she hadn't faced a situation like this before.
this is the story of me and my friendship with death
I am truley speechless. Why does shit like this happen to the best of people, I haven't had nearly as bad experiences in my life and for some of the things iv done, I feel that I kinda deserve for something to happen to me. I hope and pray that nothing like this ever happens to you again.
And to death, screw you.
Damn I either think death is really trolling you
or he's trying way too hard 
But seriously though, Death is a real prick
'Death be not proud.'
sounds like a bloody good time (literally) tell me when you survive a gun shot and then where talken fun (not) but i guess your another that can fit in the category of the SSDD.
Damn it girl, you ain't ready to leave yet, just tell Death hahahaha and also don't worry you won't be leaving any time soon ..... I am sure this is why you weren't allowed to star for any Final Destination movie
Ah? You're an acquaintance of the the Angel of Death too? Guess we got more things In common than I thought.
The reaper almost took my in my mom's womb. I apparently twisted myself to have the umbilical cord around my neck.
Second time I was 5. I nearly choked myself to death from chewing gum (thus the reason I never chewed gum ever since)
Third time I was 10. Some kid thought he'd be a hero if he strangled me to death since I was hated by all. Turns out I can turn pretty violent when I'm at an inch of my life. Thats after this event I met Annabel.
Fourth time I was 14. I was tripped on purpose in my school's central staircase. Nearly broke my neck from that. I broke my right arm. My parents sued the kid's parents, we won.
Latest near-death experience was a year ago. I got hit by 2 cars in the same accident. I was on a bike. I saw a black hooded and cloaked figure with black wings walk to me with his hand extended towards me. I remembered I told him off and called him a "try-hard" before losing counciousness. When I woke up (1 week later from what Annabel told me), I saw him again the the corner of the room, looking at me through his hood and he gestured his wrist with a bony hand.
Yeah... I think the Grim Reaper want some of us more than others.
Guess he wanted to tell me my time was short.
Death is on your head but your always one step ahead.
makes me realize how boring my life is. thats quite impressive just how many times youve cheated death
You piss of death more than charlie shean.
20799
This sounds like every other month for me
Holy shit!
Death is not trolling, hes trying to kill you.
YOU CAN'T LEAVE NOW! YOU HAVE SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR!
Since you survived so much, you earn yourself a epic rap battle
RAP BATTLE
Jeez, kid, you got some shitty luck. Closest I've ever come to death is when I was born. They apparently lost me heartbeat three time. Stupid umbilical cord getting wrapped around my throat.
21709 i cant believe it. you seriously doing that here? if this be the truth why dont you go put it in your own fucking blog you stupid little asshole.
21718 do you not have the sensitivity to go use your own blog to express your troubles? why in the world di you have to put that there?
im not a very spiritual person and i dont belive in luck, what i do belive in is human will and the streght to keep going no matter what life throws at us, and you have gone through a lot and just kept going, i truly admire that, i hope things turn for the better for you and that last one will be your last experience of that kind in a long long time.
HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!
DAMN! You girl, are the LUCKIEST girl I know. But maybe it ain't luck...maybe its something else.
Maybe you have the big guy watching out for you.
(Don't know if your religious. If you ain't and don't believe then that's cool. If you have ANOTHER religion, then its pretty much the same of what I meant above, but still....DAMN!!! Those are WAY too many close calls for comfort. You really laughed after almost getting crushed? That takes ALOT of guts Vine...WOW!
i dont remembered this cause i wa syoung but one tim i fell off a golf cart so yes nothimg pmly got stitches my parents told me one day
and more importantly im saying that you are living because it never was your time to die at those events one day it will be for real im pretty sure about that still id like to ask why the freak would you smash your head into a tv!?!?!?
Vine, you're freaking lucky... So many times you met the death, and survived...
Comparing to you, my life is pretty boring, nothing broken, few times was ill, and few unsuccessful suicide attemps...
wow that's really bad.
i'm seriously lucky that i've never broken a bone.
I hope you don't die soon though.
and if you do, then you deserve on of these.
Wow, I've only had 3 swords jammed into my body.(I'm an avid weapons collector) I "died" twice, but you sound like you've had it worse, if death sees you again, ask him if he knows the ghost rider for me, I MUST KMOW ZE TRUTHZ!
21714>>21718 Im srry lad ima have ta side with Vine on this one.
21709>>21714>>22432 same. Im siding w/ vine on this one.
post stuff like that in your own blog.
So Vine I have a question how is death doing? I haven't seen him for a couple of months now.
Wow. Its like Death is Wild.E Coyote, and your the Road Runner. He sets plans against you, and you live through them all!
Is this some sort of habit you make?