So what close calls have you had? Full story if possible please!

here are a few of mine.

I am a surfer, and offshore ive had a few close calls.
This was during a storm with 40+ft swell. The water was moving in and out of the beach very fast. You would be standing in sand, then in water up to your neck in seconds..There was this wall of mist, a broken wave, that was moving at me incredibly fast. I was in water past my knees, so i figured hey, why not! What i could not see was the bigger wave moving faster, which was not broken yet. Just as the first wave hit me, the second wave hit it, and quite literally, thew me head first, fully airbourne, into the shallow water, after which I was dragged against my will, body moving in ways it never has, all the way to the retaining wall at the end of the beach...Needless to say i realized how insane it was to surf that day...but thats not the closest call ive had..

Out , just at that last wave before your clear of the breakers, a buoy attatched to a buried lobster trap wrapped itself around me. The waves, around 7 feet kept on pounding me, and the trap kept on dragging me below. I managed to undo my leash, which cleared the board and released the bouy from its sling...I had quite the swim to shore, where i sat there for a while.....a long while...

Ive had a few more, but i will let others tell their stories first.

spun across five lanes of highway traffic in an eight car accident. after slamming backwards into the guardrail, i went another hundred yards (could have been ten feet for all i know) before i realized i should hit the brakes. if i hadn't, i would have run over someone thrown from one of the other cars. as luck would have it (and i am the luckiest son of a bitch you'll ever know), i was able to drive home (though not in the same direction i was facing) and all that hurt me was the arch of my right foot (and that was from slipping in dog shit the night before). it's an experience i hope never ever to repeat.

I've had a few... train accident, almost ran over by a too large and too scary truck while sitting in my car, etc. etc. but the one that was the closest call was in Sweden so let's take that one!

I was in the mountains near Kebnekaise, wandering with my friends for some time, actually three weeks. For various reasons we ended up climbing down a cliff wall. Problem was, we had nowhere else to go and thought that this way was the only way down. To make a long story short, i ended up slipping in some mud, loosing what ever grip that i had in the cliff half way down. Some way i managed to push my body inwards, away from my 23 kg. backpack and get my fingers stuck inside a tiny crack in the wall, while my feet searched desperately for a place to stand.

Somehow they (my feet) managed to find a place. It took me about an hour to climb the rest of the way down, but man...... that adrenaline rush never left my body for one second the rest of that long hour.

That day i did some serious thinking about living.

This one is the most recent:

I was returning from Dawn prayer at the nearby Mosque at 4:30 AM, and along the way home, there is this big big pile of garbage(it's over a large area). When standing next to it, I couldn't resist but sneeze.
Suddenly from the shadows, appeared 4 dogs that looked like they were ready to tear me apart(they had this spiky tag or whatever it is on their neck), and they looked angry.
I froze still, and they were creeping closer slowly, and then I screamed and began to run. My home was still a bit far, and they would definitely catch up with me.
I saw a HUGE truck on the way running, and decided to climb it. It was high enough they couldn't jump to me, but I figured they won't stay for long down there. I screamed "Help!" a few times, but nothing happened.
Suddenly some young guy a bit far away had a tranquilizer gun at hand, and shot one of the dogs. the other two immediately began to run away, but he managed to shoot them too. He checked whether I was okay, and then I ran home. I heard the day after that the dogs that the young guy took to the police,also bit off one little girl's hand :'(

another one..

Went hiking up a mountain in Newfoundland, going to snowboard down. IT was quite the climb to the top! Anyway, I got to the top, was on my way down and completely lost control down a very steep slope. I stopped, 1 foot away from the edge of a ravine.

Wow, aren't we a resilient bunch!

I've had a couple, the first was when I was little (9). I was visiting a friend's mother's grave and a large and heavy tombstone fell on me. The stone weighed around half a tonne and it landed completely on top of me. I was lucky to only suffer with a crushed hand from that.

The other was an icy road one winter, we went round a bend too fast and span (we were in a Jag XJ6, so were big and heavy too) for a good couple of hundred yards - with thick fog and a lorry coming the other way at quite high speed.