Hubby's had the near-death thing--surprise!--but he hates talking about it. He's had 3 of them, and all he says is that they're all very similar.

I've never even been bitten by a moose.

Like a real, mooing one, right? Not like a "man-stealing heffa,"(I heard one woman call another that on a bus once...it stuck with me.)

Never been near death. Never even been in a fender bender (hope I'm not jinxing myself). I've done stupid things that could have gotten me killed (like go hiking in the Carpathians during a blizzard) and have had near mishaps with construction sites and nail guns and such, but no near death experiences.

Which is fine with me, really.

Like a real, mooing one, right?

Yeah. She was in heat (the first time heifers goes into heat they sometimes act crazy). She knocked me to the ground and pinned me there using her head. Then she apparently was trying to use her nonexistent horns to gore my chest. (Thanks, Dad, for de-horning all our cattle.) I was punching her in the head but her skull was too thick so it had no effect. So I jammed my fingers in her eyes and she backed off enough for me to get up and get away.

Appendicitis is probably the closest I've come to death, and it never even burst, so it wasn't that close.

There were a few times when I was a passenger in friends' cars when I realized how close we were to totally getting in a serious accident, but those were mere pulse quickeners.

One of those same drivers rolled his parents' car which I thankfully wasn't along on the ride for. He had really bad luck with cars after that too.

ugh, I just went through a list of stuff for the house with my parents. We are going through imaginary money pretty quickly for a house that is not really ours yet. So far:

new wall with electrical, new insulation, paint, tree removal (probably 3 trees), new garage door opener, a/c servicing, washer/dryer, refrigerator, sod.

Oh, and one day when I was up in Maine visiting home, it was the day after a big rain and wind storm in the summer. I was on Maine Street (yes - they spell it like that in some towns there) and about five seconds after I passed it, an air conditoner fell from a third story window. Missed me by just a few yards.

Oddly, my first thought was "that's going to cost somebody some money" as it was a large unit. It took a few more beats for me to realize what would have happened if I'd been walking a little bit slower. Didn't see my life flash, though.

I don't remember my near-death experience (fall down go boom, aka my face, my beautiful face!), but I apparently came up punching in the ER when they were trying to sew the cut near my eye. Good times.

I was on Maine Street (yes - they spell it like that in some towns there) and about five seconds after I passed it, an air conditoner fell from a third story window. Missed me by just a few yards.

I was in the path of a runaway bulldozer/front loader. Very odd watching it roll down an alley in North Beach, curve onto Broadway and then roll towards me. But it kept hooking so I didn't have to dodge it or anything, and the blade rammed into a brick wall taking out a chunk. But I was a good 20 feet away.

But there was a brief moment when it was rolling down hill and I didn't know which way it would go where I was mentally preparing myself for Dodge the Bulldozer.