Share your FREAK accidents!

Back when I was working construction, I was inside a garage that we were determining needed to come down. The garage picked the moment I was standing in the middle of it to come down on it's own.

The freaky part? I didn't get hit by anything. The garage more or less collapsed completely around me, leaving me standing in the center, a bit dumbfounded, like something out of a Marx Bros or Three Stooges flick.
 
when I was about 2 years old, I was running around the house playing with my brother, carrying a very big doll. It was sort of making it hard to see where I was going, my brother pushed me, and I ran into a wall and needed stitches. and the doctor who did them was not that good. the scar is very lumpy (on my forehead right above my eye) and still hurts.

when I was first learning to stand up I was standing on a chair and fell off, and there was a marble baseboard in the room we were in and I hit the back of my head on that. my dad did the stitches that time since none of the ER doctors were free at the time (he's a doctor, so it was okay) that one didn't even scar.
 
Just last year I was taking my DH’s dog outside to do his business at 5:30 in the morning, it was on July 24 and I didn’t put any shoes on. Well, I stepped off of the cement step by our door and just kept going. As I was falling I looked down and saw my foot fold in half.
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The evening before my DS lab dug a hole there that I told him to fill in but guess what, he forgot.

I ended up with a Lisfranc injury, fractured navicular bone, many small bone fractures, and a sprained ankle. I found out about all of the injuries later after the ER sent me home with a sprained ankle. Lovely. I had to have surgery to have screws put in then surgery again 6 months later to have 2 of the 3 screws removed. After several months of not being allowed to use it then physical therapy, I still walk with a slight limp and if I do a lot of walking it hurts like h_ _ _. Over a year later and it still bothers me, of course the dr said it would forever so I just live with it.
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When I was 2 months pregnant with my son I was kicked in the hip by a Clydesdale that was aiming at the horse I was standing by. I never went to the doctor because I didn’t know I was pregnant and was up for deployment to Saudi Arabia, I didn’t want to miss that and I just knew I had a broken bone. I still have a “dent” and discoloration where that horse got me.
 
well this did not happen to me but it happened to my mom...

She was at Toronto's Union station which is Toronto's versions of Grand Central station.

She was on the escalator and you know how these things are rated for a certain weight or amount of people...

Well I guess this was not her day cause the escalator broke but it did not do the typical thing that one would expect. Instead of it grinding to a halt it sped up
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it was morning rush hour and 90% of the people were able to escape unharmed but there were 7 that were taken to hospital

most just had scratches and bumps. My mom broke her collar bone, tore her rotator cuff and dislocated her shoulder , she still cant lift her arm above her head.

the woman who was hurt the worst is now a paraplegic, you know how the stairs form teeth like edges, well these teeth were scraping at the womans spinal cord severing it and totally destroying it

the case is still pending in court...

3 weeks later my friend was walking down the stairs on the same train platform (now that the escalator is closed) ans one of the tiles were loose she fell she landed on her head at the bottom suffering brain injuries
 
well in 7th grade i fell 2 stories out of a tree playing group tag and broke my wrist. It knocked the wind out of me so long i was turning blue and passing out. I missed a glass pit and tree spear by inches. they say the branches breaking across my back saved my life.

I stepped on a sparkler on the fourth of July. Nice line across the bottom of my foot. When playing with fire works ALWAYS wear shoes! OUCH

I was moon walking on the hardwood floors and got a HUGE splinter aka shank of wood in my foot. It was totally gross~ But dang i could moonwalk!

My daughter knocked her 2 front teeth out when she was 7. Tooth fairie still came, imagine that.LOL
 
I feel very fortunate to have lived this long without getting pulped! Compared to the rest of you, I have had a very painless life (now I'm probably jinxed).
 
About a year ago I was trimming tree branches with my new electric chain saw. I was up on a ladder working on a branch I had carefully examined, and determined which way it would fall. I placed my ladder and myself out of the way, put on my safety goggles, and proceeded to cut. The branch started falling, but did not take the trajectory I had anticipated. Instead, it swung AROUND the tree AT me, knocking the ladder out from under me. I was left dangling from a branch with one arm, chainsaw going in the other. I quickly dropped the chain saw and clung to the tree, trying to figure out how to get down. I was up about 7 feet, too far to jump. My cell phone was in the house, or I could just call up my neighbor to put the ladder back. I tried calling to my neighbor in hopes he would hear me, but to no avail. Eventually, I lost my grip and fell out of the tree, and somehow landed on my feet, unhurt. I just started laughing, hysterically. Only I could manage to get myself into such a situation, and come out of it unscathed. I was VERY lucky that day. I had visions of broken limbs that didn't belong to the tree.

When I was 18, I had surgery on my jaw that required general anesthesia and a hospital stay. About 2 weeks after the surgery, I decided to hop on my tb gelding bareback for a spin around the arena. As we cantered around a corner, I lost my balance and managed to slide underneath him. He unavoidably ran over me as we were going too fast, but stopped very quickly. I had some nice gashes on my ankle, and a large, hoof shaped bruise on my thigh. That bruise must have damaged the fat, because 22 years later, I still have a hoof shaped welt on my thigh.
 
Here's one.
My dad used to make homemade fireworks by filling a trash bag with acetylene gas from his welder, attaching paper towel for a fuse, and lighting it. Makes a very big BOOM.

He was doing this once during a birthday party, and while he was filling the bag, static electricity made the gas explode in his lap. My little bro (about 5yr) was standing behind him (dad didn't know). We were all in the house and felt the Boom; dad comes running in holding my brother, whose hair was blown back from his face like in the cartoons and eyelashes burned off. I raced them to the ER. They both had their eardrums ruptured, hair burned off, Trev had a concussion, dad had lacerations on his legs from his jeans being blown into his skin.

Everyone healed fine, and dad has sworn off homemade fireworks. It could have been deadly, we're all grateful they're alive.
 

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