Hey Pandas, Have Your "Spidey-Senses" Ever Saved You?

Not so much "spidey-sense" as "mama sense." A friend of a friend of my husband's kept bugging us to let him babysit our daughter (who was about 4 at the time). We didn't know him very well, but something about him just didn't sit right with me. He would make comments about how cute our daughter was or how much he liked the color of her eyes. Nothing inherently weird, just the way he'd say it or look at her. After a couple of times, we told my husband's friend he couldn't bring his friend around anymore. A few weeks later, that guy and his brother got busted in a child pornography ring in our area.

Many times have saved me, and sometimes (b/c it's medical profession) others. If you get that tingly not-sure-why feeling? Listen to it. Ask for the extra bloodwork or scan. Turn the other way on the drive home. Double-check that window lock. Re-assess that patient. To me, our "spidey sense" is our subconscious kicking our conscious mind to make it pay attention to something that the subconscious noticed while we were busy.

Many moons ago I was self employed in Germany and traveling from town to town, from city to city, always on the go from morning to evening. Always under pressure and lots of stress.
I was driving along the Autobahn at a fair lick needing to get to a customer in ten minutes and still an hour outbound and angry over some slowcoach in front of me in the fast lane.
I left my body, sort of slipped out of it, I went through the roof of the car and was able to see everything from above, I saw my car swerve at almost 200 kmh, I saw it hit the central barrier, careen to the other side of the Autobahn and overturn, again and again and again, bits flying off and smashing again and again.
THEN I was back, I slowed down and took the next exit and parked on a side road, panting and with a heart tripping like a hammer on an anvil. I called the customer, said I will be late and closed my shop by the end of the month.

Many years ago I had a long distance relationship who I visited over the weekend. On Monday my boyfriend helped with my stuff to drive me to the train station while I was stalling whenever possible.
At the train station I started behaving like an overly tired toddler. I started nagging how I don't like that train and refused to get on it. By that point my bf became a little bit upset because he had to go to work. As soon as the train left I suddenly was chipper again and told him to go to the office.
After an hour of waiting time I fetched the next train for my 3 hours journey. Halfway through I noticed the route was somehow odd and that it took longer than usual.
It hit me back home in the evening when I watched the news. There was major train accident. After a malfunction of a wheel it derailed. Only the passengers of the first three Waggons survived. 101 people lost their lives. It was the train I refused to take.

Once I was doing gymnastics and I was doing a skill I had done many times. I ran to do it and I was about to jump backwards to do it, and I got instantly scared. Turns out right behind me was a little girl. I was very glad I didn’t land on her.

My wife and I were driving down the freeway in pouring rain. It was almost bumper to bumper traffic going 80+ mph (about 130 km/h), and we're right behind this small blue car with a ski rack. We both get the feeling that we need to get off the road immediately and wait out the rain. So we take the very next exit, stop at a gas station and use the restroom. By the time we're done, the rain has let up and so we hop right back on the freeway. Less than a mile later, traffic is slowed due to an accident, and what do we see? A small blue car with a ski rack upsidedown in the median. If we hadn't listed to our Spidey sense, we would have been right behind that car, and would likely have been involved in a very serious car accident.

there was a similar question posted on BP regarding this and i put down an experience that basically saved me from possibly being abducted so i won't put that here. but, what i will share is that there have been times when i get a feeling when i am getting ready to go somewhere and for some reason i either change my driving directions or i purposely slow down or stop somewhere. then, when i get back on the road i have seen the aftermath of an accident and realize that if i had left and directly driven to my destination i would have been in that area at the time of the accident. this has happened more than once or twice so i always listen to the "feeling".

Years ago, my pal and I were driving in Lakewood, Co and decided to grab the freeway and go to LoDo Denver. He makes a left turn and then, for no reason at all, just drops the speed down to near coasting. I glance at him curiously. He looks at me and says, "Do you feel that?" I am unnerved because the air feels heavy. Wrong. "Yeah man. Something does not feel right." I answer. And like that, the air evens out and he shrugs and we are back up to speed. Now for that short span of time going 10 MPH, say, was about 30 seconds. As we approach the underpass to get on the freeway, we watch as a 72 Camaro flies assend across the lanes we are in and smashes into the center barriers. Had we not have slowed down, that car would have slammed into us.

When I was 12, I started sleeping with my arm off the side of the bed. Parents argued with me I was going to destroy my circulation, my shoulder joint, even threatened to put rails on my bed like a baby. New Years of 88, I was the first one to wake up and tell them the house was flooding. Over 3 ft of water eventually showed up in a rushing flood. Hawaii, '88.

When I was 19 I tackled my mom to the ground during a nasty storm and felt real stupid fighting her to stay down. A minute or so later I was feeling even stupider and was about the get up. And that's when the tree crashed through the ceiling and landed where she and I had been sitting and basically tore the house down around us. Georgia '94.

My ex-husband, in his mid 30s, strong, all appearances healthy as can be, starts having bathroom issues. I insist he makes an appointment for a second opinion and to get a colonoscopy. Turns into a shouting match and for the first and only time I threatened his ability to see our daughter. He went and got an appointment and a colonoscopy. Stage 3 colon cancer. Genetic condition caused it. They call it a "spontaneous mutation." Our daughter also has it and early intervention is lengthening her life. Georgia 2011.

His cancer goes into remission. Then one day he gets a tickle in his throat, gets short of breath when exercising. Diagnosed with adult onset asthma. I literally laughed at the doctor. Seriously? Went to a different doctor. A rare form of leukemia and one of his lung was partially collapsed. Probably triggered by the first cancer's treatment. Georgia 2014.

In late summer of 2019 I wake up with the thought that we needed to move out of Atlanta, heck, out of Georgia, ASAP. Ex-husband has recovered from both cancer and leukemia and he received a bone marrow transplant and has a suppressed immune system. Daughter has same colon condition so she had had colon removed, also a weak immune system. In August of 2019 I wake up one day and decide we are moving, ASAP. Found a house in a small, isolated rural New England town by October. Papers for the house signed in the first part of January 2020. We moved. C19 shut down everything shortly thereafter. We stretched ourselves to the limit to do this move. But I felt almost frantic when the idea hit me. Their doctor's called us really lucky.

But I probably inherited it. I was born in the mid 70s and had "output" problems as a newborn. My mom was dismissed by over 6 doctors and since my dad was in the military it got to the point where my dad was getting talked to by his CO. Finally, my mom in an act of serious desperation stood on the steps of a civilian children's hospital and begged every doctor coming up the steps to please look at me. A doctor who was in town visiting a friend, overheard her describing my symptoms and realized she was describing a genetic condition that most often shows up in males and/or children with neural crest development issues. I was neither. He was one of the few experts in the world at performing the surgery I needed on a newborn infant. At 6 weeks old part of my colon was removed and it saved my life.

Listen to your instincts. Trust yourself. Better to look a little silly than a lot harmed.

motorcycle rider, spidey-senses kept me off the hood of a guy's car when he dived into my lane!

I was at an after-school activity when I got this squeezing, fluttery feeling in my chest. I thought it was a panic attack and rushed to an empty classroom when my crush came out and saw me. She didn't know what was happening, but she helped me that day. She told me later that she was grabbing some art supplies for a project and her entire body was screaming at her to turn around.

Oh yeah, we've been dating for five months. :)

I once walked to the store to buy a coke, and I smelt something weird, and so I went to pay, and I'm lucky I did because some weirdo decided to BURN the aisle I was in

I had been out at a night club and stopped with friends to get some late night food. I didn't have any cash so I drove down the street to a gas station. Turns out it didn't have an ATM. I asked the clerk and he told me where one was that I didn't know how to get to. Two girls behind me said they would show me where it was if I bought them a drink. Sure I said....Definitely not something I would normally do but I had been drinking. As I waited for them to get their drink, this feeling came over me telling me to get the hell out of there and fast. I just turned, walked out, got in my car and drove off. I don't know what made me leave like that....but something told me those girls had some not too nice plans for me.....

I was exploring the stream next to my house with a friend, a young girl. A storm had just passed, and we wanted to see the damage done. It was about 50 degrees out. There was a rustling in the trees above us. In that span of 2 seconds, nothing registered. I didn't even feel scared, but I had that odd feeling that time was running out. My friend was screaming about a panther, but I knew that was just panic. There were no panthers in these woods. In one split second, everything was in full detail. And finally, I had one registered thought.
"BRANCH!"
I jumped two feet to my right, into the deeper water, pulling the girl with me. She struggled and yelled at me, but I didn't let her move. Half a second later, a branch crashed down where we had just been standing. A big one. I might have gotten knocked out or worse. I pulled the girl out into the yard and brought her over to the firepit, where my parents had started a cozy fire. They ran to check on us, but I pushed them away. We warmed up, and she seemed to forget all about it, but I was still shaking. I often think about that day. I was only 10, and the girl with me was just 6.

Not really "Spidey-Sense" but instead a "Big-Sister-Sense". Me and my siblings were walking home from school and I could tell that something wasn't right, I was closer to the rode then them because I didn't want them to get hurt or be in any kind of danger. I look around while we are walking and nothing seems wrong but I tell them to walk infront of me just incase. I heard foot steps behind me, they were slow but speeding up and very quiet. I know something is wrong so I tell them to run. The next thing I know someone grabs my arm and tries to push me to the ground. Thanks to my Dad teaching me how too punch (he was in the U.S. Navy for about 5 years) I hit him just hard enough to get away, my siblings are already turning to run down our street so they were safe and yelling so that people knew what was happening. So now I'm full sprint and I turn the corner to find my Dad there...I didn't see the guy that attempted to kidnap me (or something like that) again. Please be aware of your surroundings, walk with only one earbud in, or, even better, none. If I didn't hear the foot steps I don't know what would have happened. Stay safe :).
Also at this time my middle sister was 9 and the youngest was 7, I was 13.

I was in the Rome train station over 40 years ago. It was shaped like an airport hanger. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up--some one was following me, I felt. Because of the layout, I couldn't figure out who, so I walked over to a ticket counter. Since it's in a smaller space off of the main hall, I was able to figure out who it was and asked the lady to tell him to leave me alone. She yelled at him in Italian and he left.

nine years ago, I was out at night with some friends. it was a beautiful summer night and we decided to go to the nearby park - because there is a great playground that I have never been to. the street lights didn't reach into the park and it was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

at first we thought it would be alright and my buddy went ahead, I followed, while the others stayed behind and waited for our other buddy, who was looking for his flashlight in his backpack. all of a sudden I had a very strange feeling and asked my buddy to stop immediately - which luckily he did.

we waited for the others and when they found us we realized - if my buddy had gone just one step further, he would have fallen down an embankment - not very deep, but he could have hurt himself. that was pretty scary. but - all is well that ends well!

Always trust your instinct even if it does not make sense. This feeling has happened many times to me. I was in a Thai restaurant with my family and I had a sudden anxious feeling about the door. I normally never have “door anxiety” but I kept turning around to look at the door. Then a young couple entered. They looked around but seemed to be debating whether to stay, since the restaurant was busy. It felt as if I heard in my head, no you have to stay in the restaurant. I wanted to get up and tell them to wait, a table would be ready soon. I felt completely agitated for no apparent reason. Then they walked out and I wanted to leave the restaurant to tell them to come back but it would be so weird, so I didn’t. A minute or so later there was the loud sound of a crash. This was before cell phones. I got up from my chair and said to the waiter, there has been an accident bring me a phone and something with this address on it. He grabs a portable phone and a menu, which had the address. I immediately called 911 and said there was a car accident, with the address. Now I could not see outside and No one has gone outside to investigated the loud sound. No one seems to have noticed, and I did not know, yet “I knew” that the young couple had been in an accident. The 911 operator asked about the cars I said hold on I’m going outside. The couple’s pickup was upside down. A van had crashed into them but the van was tipped a bit on a curve. I then described the situation and hung up. I attended to the people as a policeman drove up. He said a semi tire was in the road. He had done a U turn to get it off the road, but the van hit it, went airborne, and crashed into the truck that was driving out of the restaurant parking lot, which flipped the truck. I think they all survived. The man’s arm was broken with s bone pushing out. One person in the van was knocked out and the van driver said he was not breathing but the fireman got there just as I was assessing him about whether to start CPR. You don’t want to move people unless it is necessary due to potential spinal issues. I got out of the way and walked back into the restaurant. This restaurant is in the part of town pre-code restrictions so there is little setback, maybe 20 feet from a road 3 lanes on each side. The truck was thrown almost to the front door. No one in the restaurant seemed aware of any of this. There are no windows there but still, it was loud! I knew they were supposed to stay in the restaurant but didn’t say anything because I felt embarrassed…

I always get a headache whenever there is going to be a really bad storm or tornado. Once me and my brother were outside doing yard work and I suddenly got a MIGRANE. i went to the basement and told my family to come, too. bout a half hour later we heard the sirens. The next day, we were informed that it was a cat. 5 tornado.

I once had a feeling something bad was gonna happen so I went to investigate. As soon as I moved a book fell to where I was just standing! No lie! (Happened in the library and the lady on the other side of the shelf was putting back books and it pushed the book a little to hard that the book had pushed another book out of place.)