I can't really think of anyone who did me wrong enough to deserve revenge. There's been instances where I've had the urge to lash out in anger (such as the two separate idiots who were driving 10 under the limit on a two lane road, then decided to floor it when I started to pass them, then slammed on their brakes as I did so I couldn't get back behind them either, nearly causing a head on collision in one case.) but nothing that I felt the need to get the person back for at a later date.
Closest I've been to death was probably when I nearly drowned when I was 8. Tried to jump across a creek, misjudged, panicked when I hit the water, couldn't tell up from down in the muddy water and was luckily pulled out by my friend.
Another time would be as a passenger in a overloaded Renault Alliance that ended up doing a 540 in during rush hour traffic when I was 16 because my friend riding shotgun decided it would be funny to jerk the wheel and then resettle it, which caused the driver to panic and try to counter-steer a swerve that wasn't happening. By some miracle we managed to spin between the oncoming cars and then the driver instinctively threw it into reverse and turned backwards into a driveway when the car stopped it's spin facing backwards in our original lane.
Of course, there's some other stupid incidents through out my childhood and teenage years involving fire, explosives, sharp objects and careless driving both by myself and others, but those are all "What was I thinking?" rather than actual cases of being near death.
ION, assorted fire dept. vehicles have been driving past with their sirens running for the last two hours and heading towards what could be the lake, the train station or the nuclear power plant. Only one actual fire truck, the rest being general fire dept vehicles, some hauling trailers with machinery. I have no idea what's going on.