Several come to mind-3 car accidents, drug overdoses, a scaffold collapse, and a near drowning.One I will never forget: in 1982 I was living in Loma Linda, California. I had applied for the graveyard shift at the two Circle Ks in town. I got hired at the one store. The next day, the manager of the other store called me and offered me the job. I told him that the other store had just hired me. About a month later, a county deputy came in around 2 AM looking pretty shaken up. I asked him if he was ok. He told me he had just come from the other store. There had been a robbery, and the clerk had been executed.
The drunk event that stands out the most was the time I was driving down a Virginia mountain after consuming a dozen malt liquor tall boys at age 17. With a cliff going straight up to my left on one side and a cliff going straight down on my right, I realized I might have been going too fast. I slammed on the brakes and started spinning in circles. When the car finally stopped, the back wheels were hanging off the cliff.
Within a minute, a van with NY plates stopped. They had a chain and pulled me back onto the road. The worst part is that I had three other people in the car with me. That event has always stuck in my mind because I know that God was with me that day even though I didn't deserve it. And the New Yorkers were really angels.
I'm sure there were closer calls, but since I was blacked-out on those occasions, I can't seem to recall the details.