“No One Survived”: 50 Times People Had A Gut Feeling To Do Something And It Actually Saved Them

Not my gut, my mother's, decided to drive to the ambulance/fire station instead of the hospital. Difference of ~10 minutes. Almost bled out from severed arteries.

Dad wouldn't let her call an ambulance (America $$$) but couldn't stop the paramedics taking me once she got me to them.

Was standing in line outside of the club Mohawk during SXSW 2014 to see Tyler the Creator. At the last minute decided I'd rather go back to Stubbs and catch Damon Albarn's set. As I headed back up the street a drunk driver trying to escape the police smashed the barrier, missed me by inches and killed 4 people I was standing next to.

I'm not used to going to the doctor or hospital when I feel sick. 4 years ago, I had a very very bad stomach ache, no matter what position I'm in, it hurts like hell, I throw up even a gulp of water. Couldn't sleep all night. Thought it was a food poisoning or something and kept recalling what I ate.

Called my brother early in the morning to ask him what he thinks? Does he know if there's any tea or medicine that can calm my pain? He's no doctor and knows nothing about medical stuff, yet he's my big brother, I always assume he knows it all x)

He insisted that I go to the ER immediately !! As such pain isn't normal and shouldn't last that long (also thought it was food poisoning) ! And I listened to him ! Turns out it was appendicitis!! I had the surgery and all went well. But had I waited more, things might've turned out really bad.

Moral of the story: something wrong? Check a doctor!

I was 14 and on holiday in Greece with family, I got ill with either sun stroke or food poisoning (same symptoms) and I spent 4 days not being able to hold down any food or water whilst being very sick, even a tea spoon of water would result in me throwing up 10x that amount but of bile.

And that morning my parents said they wanted to take me hospital but I felt fine, just couldn't hold down food/water and really didn't want to go so I said if I'm still sick tomorrow i would go then.

So they left for the beach and I stayed behind at the apartment, but as my dad got to the bottom of the stairs to our apartment he had a "strange" feeling that things didn't feel right so he came back up with my mum and they took me to hospital which I was angry about.

We waited roughly a hour in the waiting room then got seen, we explained the situation and the nurses checked my veins then asked me if I had any pains/aching coming from my organs, which I did. After this they started rushing round really quick to get me on a IV drip. It took 12 attempts to get the IV in and after i was hooked up for a hour and they knew I was safe they explained that my veins had collapsed (why it took 12 attempts to get iv in) and that the aching feeling from my organs was them starting to shut down and if I had arrived hospital a couple hours later I would have died.

So basically if my dad didn't get this "strange" feeling when he left i would have died in that apartment.

There's a Through The Wormhole episode which has a explanation about what happened to me i believe. If you want to watch it for yourself the episode is 'Is there a sixth sense' is season 3 or 4 i think.

I almost choked and died on a hot dog.

I had a few ways I could've responded: Freak out and make it worse, try swallowing really really hard only to fail, OR stay calm to preserve enough oxygen and think.

I kept calm as my husband was about ready to pull me out of the car to give me the heimlich. I took in as deep a breath (it wasn't blocking completely), and coughed it out.

That's the story I tell to people about the importance of chewing your food. Especially hot dogs.

July 7th 2005, London bombings. I was studying at the university of harrow-westminster and a few of us decided to go to Spain. One of the friends was a native Londoner and I'd usually be on at kingscross station to meet them. Thank goodness for the Spain last minute trip...I would have been on the exact train hit. In fact my family believed I was dead for 24 hrs. No calls could make it in or out as well. Absolutely freaky how fast they got back up and running, and the blast zones in the station. Something just made us go on a lastminute trip, everything aligned for us to go too. That 1 decision saved to go out of town that day saved me.

I almost slept through the drs appointment where I was diagnosed with gestational hypertension and brought in for an emergency induction. That appointment saved my daughter's and my life. The gut feeling was my moms. She told me to get up, it was a beautiful day and we needed to check on my baby.

Back when I was about 18, I had been in this phase where I hadn't worn a seat belt for a couple years because it would give me really bad anxiety and make me sick and have to use the restroom.

It had probably been about 3 years since I had worn one, but this day, I was going to drive to visit from friend at his college and I decided you know what, time to break this mental roadblock, so i put the seat belt on. About 15 minutes into my drive, I hit busy road I always hit on my way to work as it takes me to the interstate.

I'm in the right lane (In a Mitsubishi galant), aford explorer in left lane, we're both going 60 because that's the speed limit, and this little honda darts in front of the SUV to turn on to the road. The explorer, tries to not hit it and swerves into my lane which causes me to swerve as a knee-jerk reaction. Except I swerve into the grass over a bumpy patch, flip my car 3 times.

It was bad, I saw blood running down my arm and glass embedded in it, everything hurt, my brain hurt, the whole works. Witnesses told the cops what happened, as did the suv driver, and I concurred with them. My car looked like an empty can someone tried to crush sideways. An ambulance came by I declined and just had my parents take me to the er (yeah another person not wanting to get hit with a huge ambulance bill). They spent 2 hours digging glass out of my arm from it going through the windshield and making a perfect hole, which surprised me because I thought windshields were supposed to pop out or some s**t. No stitches needed, just badly bruised and sore. Parents were pissed at me for totaling the car because they had just taken off gap on it only a couple days prior.

Needless to say, I think I wouldve been thrown from car and killed had it not been for the seatbelt.

Edit: someone pointed out that putting gap insurance helped them out, and made me realize I meant to say they took it off.

Was surfing while exhausted. My board strap came unvelcroed and my board floated away.

I am swimming to shore but at one point hit that tired state where the current is stronger than I am swimming and I realize I am not moving towards shore anymore.

I panic, which doesn't help my swimming any.

Suddenly, I remember the surf instructor saying there is a reef far out from shore, but whatever you do don't stand on it unless you want really bad coral cuts. I was so panicked, I thought, what the hell, maybe the reef is there.

So, I kind of just stood up on the middle of the water. My foot hit something (the reef, I assume) and I was able to stand there with my head barely above wave height and rest.

Once I got my strength back, I swam back to shore and have not gone surfing since.

Edit: Many kind people are sharing their true near drowning experiences while surfing in nasty waves. They are the true near drowning while surfing survivors! Rather embarassingly, I should say the waves were not very big where I was at. I was very near drowning, but mainly from exhaustion (I had played a 3 day tournament just before and had been surfing for hours) and not knowing how to manage the smallish waves I was in as I had only really swam in pools and rivers before this experience. For me, the near drowning was very much an open water near drowning more than a surfing near drowning.

I was walking with a friend back to his house and I had that "something don't feel right". I noticed some dudes walking around in Hoodies all with their hands in their pockets. Now I aint an idiot I know what's gonna happen. It took some time trying to subtly convince my friend to walk a different path but we eventually did and got to his house. Literally next morning on the news a massive gang shoot-out happened on the same street we were passing leaving 4 people dead.