Weirdest/Craziest thing you've ever seen

[canucklehead]

I once saw a transformer on an electric pole blow up just feet away from my buddy's car. It's probably not the craziest thing I've ever seen, but that noise sticks in my head and it was just so sudden, bright and loud that it really shook me.

I saw the same thing on my way to work, but the pole was struck by lightning. I completely forgot about it until I read this. it was really cool.

 

[canucklehead]

When I was 12 we went to the movies. It was storming when we came out. A second after we jumped in our car it got struck by lightning it was scary.

heh, My friends van got hit by lightning while we were driving back from a hockey Tourney in Sask. it's a very interesting experience... I guess I've been in a bunch of car related crazy things. Never really thought about it.

 

[Kerfuffle]

May 15th, 1984. Between Joliet and Mokena. My mom was driving my younger bro and I out to get him his 3rd b-day present (a bike), which was 2 days away. I was in the front seat, My bro was in the back middle seat. My mom went to make a left turn onto a a road and didn't check well enough (she was blind in her left eye), and we ended up getting T-boned on the driver's side by a truck.



The impact drove me into the door and broke my thumb, and i managed to bite my tongue something fierce. The impact snapped my moms neck and she fell through her seatbelt and right into my lap, and to make the event even more a a psychiatrist's wet dream, I remember feeling her last breath on my face and hearing a loud "snap!". A split second later, my younger bro flies over and past us and goes head-first through the windshield and lands on the hood.



The driver of the truck was fine. My mom pretty much dead instantly. My bro just suffered a lacerated forehead, nothing broken. However, the back middle seatbelt ripped under his weight.



So yeah, that's about the most fucked-up thing I've seen, witnessed, and participated in.

Oh my god! - I am so sorry to hear that. How old were you at the time and does your brother have any memory of this incident (hopefully not)?

 

[TSD]

May 15th, 1984. Between Joliet and Mokena. My mom was driving my younger bro and I out to get him his 3rd b-day present (a bike), which was 2 days away. I was in the front seat, My bro was in the back middle seat. My mom went to make a left turn onto a a road and didn't check well enough (she was blind in her left eye), and we ended up getting T-boned on the driver's side by a truck.



The impact drove me into the door and broke my thumb, and i managed to bite my tongue something fierce. The impact snapped my moms neck and she fell through her seatbelt and right into my lap, and to make the event even more a a psychiatrist's wet dream, I remember feeling her last breath on my face and hearing a loud "snap!". A split second later, my younger bro flies over and past us and goes head-first through the windshield and lands on the hood.



The driver of the truck was fine. My mom pretty much dead instantly. My bro just suffered a lacerated forehead, nothing broken. However, the back middle seatbelt ripped under his weight.



So yeah, that's about the most fucked-up thing I've seen, witnessed, and participated in.

Goddamn. That is horrible.



The only thing I have that even remotely comes close to that but is still like comparing beer league hockey to the NHL, in college, I was in the car with my roomate and his girlfriend now wife, and she recieved the news via cell phone that her younger sister who was 17 died in a car accident that night, and I will never forget that shriek and the look on her face.

No booze or anything, it was winter, car slid on ice and hit a tree.

 

[LordKOTL]

I was 5. Unfortunately, my bro doesn't remember anything. Moreso, he doesn't even remember our mom, which distills goatloads.



But the thing is, Psychologically, the worst this that came of that event in and of itself is that really, death elicits little to no emotion in me. Even when i was younger it was much more easy for me to accept--people die. I choose to focus on the good rather than grieving for long. The problem arised that when I was a kid after that, when people *expected* death to affect me emotionally, it didn't, and I remember when I was 12 that my Step-grandmother died of cancer. Of course, my stepfamily, my bro, and my dad were devastated, but I was fine. It's not like I hated her, but it was just more of the fact that the effect paled in comparison and I was able to accept and move on very quickly. And because of that (I didn't cry or was sad or anything), my stepfamily spewed shit like I didn't care for her, I'm bad for not showing emotion, that kind of crap. I even got in trouble for trying to care by telling my stepmom that I know what it was like losing a mom--which I still think is really fucked up.



Thus, her death itself wasn't the most psychologically traumatic thing that happened to me. The fallout from that...mainly the stepfamily, was.

 

[winos5]

Thought of another one.



When I was @ 10 ( @ 1974) years old I woke up one night because a kind of glowing/flickering/wavering light was coming in through the bedroom window. To put this in perspective the room was on the ground floor of the house, not a true basement but somewhat below the surrounding yard, so looking out the window you were actually at ground level. And it was winter, snow on the ground, cold at 2-3 in the morning. Any way I got up out of bed, looked out the window up across the back yard and the neighbor's house directly behind ours was on fire. Firetrucks had not arrived yet and it was somewhat surreal watching that house burn, wrapped in my blankets. My first experience with morbid curiosity. I should have been calling 911 or waking my parents up, but I couldn't take my eyes off that burning house or the way light/shadows bounced off the snow and trees in our back yard. A few minutes later the fire trucks arrived lights and sirens. Soon my whole family was awake and watching.



Anyway the next day we found out the teenage step son was pisssed at his step dad/mom for something trivial and poured gas all over the hallway leading to his parents bedroom and started the fire. Luckily everyone was able to get out through windows and no one was seriously injured. I never saw that kid again, he got shipped off to juvenile detention or reform school or whatever they did with delinquents/crazy kids back then and the family moved shortly therafter.

 

[Kerfuffle]

I was 5. Unfortunately, my bro doesn't remember anything. Moreso, he doesn't even remember our mom, which distills goatloads.



But the thing is, Psychologically, the worst this that came of that event in and of itself is that really, death elicits little to no emotion in me. Even when i was younger it was much more easy for me to accept--people die. I choose to focus on the good rather than grieving for long. The problem arised that when I was a kid after that, when people *expected* death to affect me emotionally, it didn't, and I remember when I was 12 that my Step-grandmother died of cancer. Of course, my stepfamily, my bro, and my dad were devastated, but I was fine. It's not like I hated her, but it was just more of the fact that the effect paled in comparison and I was able to accept and move on very quickly. And because of that (I didn't cry or was sad or anything), my stepfamily spewed shit like I didn't care for her, I'm bad for not showing emotion, that kind of crap. I even got in trouble for trying to care by telling my stepmom that I know what it was like losing a mom--which I still think is really fucked up.



Thus, her death itself wasn't the most psychologically traumatic thing that happened to me. The fallout from that...mainly the stepfamily, was.

I read your story this morning and have been thinking about it and you all day - I am so sorry for your loss. You were just a baby yourself at the time and I can only imagine what that was like for you. It is actually a good thing your brother does not remember the accident - it's just not a memory you would wish on anyone. Hopefully you yourself have some fond memories of your mother.

 

[LordKOTL]

Well thank you, but really, I'm fine

Still, having been through it, I have to disagree. I think that when it comes to kids and death, the thing that causes more damage is the "sheltering" of the kids rather than the acceptance thereof. See, my bro and I were not allowed to go to her funeral, and didn't get closure for the longest time. In fact, the trigger that unblocked the memory of the accident was when a friend of my dad's let slip that she died in my lap (he took the stance that, in spite of me asking multiple times in childhood, he didn't think I was ready to know the truth--fatal mistake. A kid is ready to know when they ask). After that closure was easy.



Sure, on one acount I don't think ANYONE, especially at age 5, should have a parent die in their lap. But on the other hand, as I mentioned in the nightmares thread, the cryptic nightmares I got as a kid ended after I remebered the incident. Thus, in my bro's case, I don't think it would be good for him to remember flying past us through the windshield, but the general remembering of the incident itself might help for strong closure.



Plus, as my fiancee says, and yes, she is a psychologist, kids are much tougher, smarter, more resillient, and have a much better bullshit detwector than adults give them credit for

.



And again, as for what it was like, yeah, it sucked, and I'd never wish it on anyone, but not as bad as the subsequent 8 years living with the stepfamily.

 

[PatrickSharpRules]

Hopefully you never have to see anything like that again. I know I would be changed forever after seeing such things.

Pussy.

 

[PatrickSharpRules]

Worst thing I saw was a month and a half ago. I had a thread about it in NHTA and its still online. Don't feel like sharing details, the stories online and I was present for it. Wouldn't wish it upon my worst enemies.

 

[jakobeast]

Well thank you, but really, I'm fine

Still, having been through it, I have to disagree. I think that when it comes to kids and death, the thing that causes more damage is the "sheltering" of the kids rather than the acceptance thereof. See, my bro and I were not allowed to go to her funeral, and didn't get closure for the longest time. In fact, the trigger that unblocked the memory of the accident was when a friend of my dad's let slip that she died in my lap (he took the stance that, in spite of me asking multiple times in childhood, he didn't think I was ready to know the truth--fatal mistake. A kid is ready to know when they ask). After that closure was easy.



Sure, on one acount I don't think ANYONE, especially at age 5, should have a parent die in their lap. But on the other hand, as I mentioned in the nightmares thread, the cryptic nightmares I got as a kid ended after I remebered the incident. Thus, in my bro's case, I don't think it would be good for him to remember flying past us through the windshield, but the general remembering of the incident itself might help for strong closure.



Plus, as my fiancee says, and yes, she is a psychologist, kids are much tougher, smarter, more resillient, and have a much better bullshit detwector than adults give them credit for

.



And again, as for what it was like, yeah, it sucked, and I'd never wish it on anyone, but not as bad as the subsequent 8 years living with the stepfamily.

I agree I think kids are stronger then most give them credit for. And yes, when they ask, they are ready. Whether it's about death, sex, or anything.



You do realize though, you can't drop a story like that and not have people say sorry and and all that jazz, right? Granted, none of us (so far as I know) have had an experience like that, however we can empathize. People put themselves in that situation and their heart goes out. Problem with that: they are looking at it from an adults eyes. Kids see and hear things literally. They have no experience with most things, so what a word or phrase is is exactly what it says. It is only natural people would feel for you. It is human nature.



Thanks for sharing that bit of your life though. It may or may not have been tough to share that with an online community, but I believe it makes us a little closer.



Oh crap, my pussy is showing.

 

[canucklehead]

Thought of another one.



When I was @ 10 ( @ 1974) years old I woke up one night because a kind of glowing/flickering/wavering light was coming in through the bedroom window. To put this in perspective the room was on the ground floor of the house, not a true basement but somewhat below the surrounding yard, so looking out the window you were actually at ground level. And it was winter, snow on the ground, cold at 2-3 in the morning. Any way I got up out of bed, looked out the window up across the back yard and the neighbor's house directly behind ours was on fire. Firetrucks had not arrived yet and it was somewhat surreal watching that house burn, wrapped in my blankets. My first experience with morbid curiosity. I should have been calling 911 or waking my parents up, but I couldn't take my eyes off that burning house or the way light/shadows bounced off the snow and trees in our back yard. A few minutes later the fire trucks arrived lights and sirens. Soon my whole family was awake and watching.



Anyway the next day we found out the teenage step son was pisssed at his step dad/mom for something trivial and poured gas all over the hallway leading to his parents bedroom and started the fire. Luckily everyone was able to get out through windows and no one was seriously injured. I never saw that kid again, he got shipped off to juvenile detention or reform school or whatever they did with delinquents/crazy kids back then and the family moved shortly therafter.

I completely forgot about a similar experience I had. In my first year in Chicago I was living in rogers park down by the water and in the middle of the night i head a whole bunch of fire trucks and there were lights lighting up my room (lived on the top floor of an apartment) apparently the building directly beside mine was on fire. it was only about 7 stories high, and i was on the 13th floor so i got a birds eye view as the firemen started hosing it down, cutting holes in the roof, and cooling off all the hotspots. it was pretty crazy. I got dressed (with shoes on) and ready to run to the fire escape if the fire decided to spread. luckily it wasn't that big and they got it under control pretty quickly. the building was abandoned and under renovations when the fire happened. not sure what caused it.

 

[LordKOTL]

I agree I think kids are stronger then most give them credit for. And yes, when they ask, they are ready. Whether it's about death, sex, or anything.



You do realize though, you can't drop a story like that and not have people say sorry and and all that jazz, right? Granted, none of us (so far as I know) have had an experience like that, however we can empathize. People put themselves in that situation and their heart goes out. Problem with that: they are looking at it from an adults eyes. Kids see and hear things literally. They have no experience with most things, so what a word or phrase is is exactly what it says. It is only natural people would feel for you. It is human nature.



Thanks for sharing that bit of your life though. It may or may not have been tough to share that with an online community, but I believe it makes us a little closer.



Oh crap, my pussy is showing.

Oh, I'm not arguing against the sympathy at all. I'm just arguing that it, in my case, it was better that I do/did remember. Believe me...I thank you all for it

. I just seem to have issues with communicating my point clearly.



...and I hope none of you will have to go through that!

 

[supraman]

Craziest thing I've ever seen was a Canuck fan admitting his team wasn't the greatest thing since sliced bread and did not blame something or someone for a loss. It was a crazy crazy moment.

 

[canucklehead]

Craziest thing I've ever seen was a Canuck fan admitting his team wasn't the greatest thing since sliced bread and did not blame something or someone for a loss. It was a crazy crazy moment.

to be fair, he blamed the hawks.

 

[bubbleheadchief]

Watched one of my best friends plow his motorcycle into a brick wall ahead of me. He died just after the cops got there, but before paramedics did. I lied to his family/baby sister saying he died instantly....I didnt figure they needed to know how much pain he was in. Cops never said otherwise.

 

[supraman]

to be fair, he blamed the hawks.

I stand corrected. Nucks fandom as usual then

 

[jakobeast]

Watched one of my best friends plow his motorcycle into a brick wall ahead of me. He died just after the cops got there, but before paramedics did. I lied to his family/baby sister saying he died instantly....I didnt figure they needed to know how much pain he was in. Cops never said otherwise.

That is all at once a terrible thing and an amazingly compassionate/wonderful thing you did for his family.

 

[bubbleheadchief]

That is all at once a terrible thing and an amazingly compassionate/wonderful thing you did for his family.

Thank you......sad part is, one Cop suggested it was suicide on Tommy's part.

 

[bri]

I saw a rabbit ***** slap a squirrel once. They were fighting over the food I put out for them.