Hey Pandas, What Is Something Crazy That Happened To You In Your Life? (Closed)

My brother (4) and I (2F) were locked in a gas station bathroom and abandoned by our mother. Our father had a new love interest who hated kids so he "couldn't" take care of us, so his parents legally adopted and raised us with help from other family members. In 1982, I started a search for our mother and found her, an alcoholic living in squalor with an equally alcoholic and abusive husband. When she died a few years later, I met 2 half-siblings at her funeral. Fast forward to the Millennium and DNA kits. Last year, my 40 year search ended when I was reunited with the last two of my missing siblings. Our mother had--and abandoned or given up-- SEVEN children. My four sisters and I are loving our newfound closeness. And none of us continued the cycle she started.

For weeks I had the song “Yellow Submarine” by the Beatles stuck in my head. Found myself singing it constantly, especially while driving. One day while driving up the 17 out of Phoenix, AZ, USA (straight up desert, saguaro cactus all around) I pass a truck pulling a (you guessed it) yellow submarine! I was about 50 at the time. I have never seen a yellow submarine before or since. It was very odd for that song to have been in my head and it stopped after that day. It felt completely surreal.

I was once taken captive by three meth crazed guys that claimed I was an undercover police officer who ran four teams of four officers to surveil them. This was so laughable that I had a hard time taking it seriously initially. They were dead serious, though... I ended up with a belt around my neck at one point.

Since I'm writing this, you know it worked out, but that was a seriously crazy thing that happened to me.

I posted this a long time ago, but it fits here. In 1979, my first car was a '69 VW Fastback that had a habit of dying at stop lights/signs unless I put it in neutral and revved the engine a bit. It could still die when I put it back in gear. I was was 16 and my 12 year old sister was my passenger. I was in a left turn bay and had pulled into the intersection waiting for oncoming traffic to clear, so was doing the neutral/rev thing. Traffic cleared, I dropped it into gear, and it rolled just enough to put me right into any oncoming traffic and died. There was a strip mall with a parking lot exit just short of the light, and a truck came just flying out, doing at least 50 mph, heading straight for us and never slowed. We both screamed as I desperately tried to start the car. We had about 2-3 seconds before we'd be hit. Instantly, with no sensation of movement, we were out of the way completing my turn, and the car literally rocked as the speeding truck passed right behind us. I had NOT been able to get my car running yet, we were still screaming, and we were rolling slightly. My sister and I looked at each other in shock, and I took a deep breath, and the car started right up. I believe to this day that God scooped us up and put us out of harm's way. We weren't moving, car was dead, and then we were safe, instantly. My dad got me a much better car shortly after that.

I was adopted when I was two months old. My bio mom got pregnant in an effort to trap my bio dad into marriage.
When it didn't work, she decided to give me up (it was 1966 and so abortion wasn't legal). A couple of years ago I submitted my DNA to Ancestry, and through that I was able to meet some of my bio dad's family (he passed away back in 2002). They told me he had another daughter who was born about 15 months before me, and that she had died of cancer several years ago. They spoke a bit more about it, so I decided to do some digging...long story short, it turns out that the half sister I never knew about had been married to my adoptive cousin. I knew her for years, went to their wedding and to her funeral. It totally blew my mind.

This is 💯% true but many people don't believe it because I don't remember the name of the girl in the story. Around 2003 or 2004 I used to work at an exotic adult store in CA, the girl in the story, around 21 or 22 years old got hired a few weeks after me. While arranging the discounted adult movies she notices someone that looked familiar. It was her dad. She found her dad in a porno discounted movie called * bye bye birdie*, she was unsure so she called her mom and sure enough, mom comes in and buys the movie. I couldn't believe it.

My boyfriend & returned to my house late one night to a bunch of cop cars with lights on all around & blocking the street. As we approached they asked if this was my house, and told me not to go inside. A guy had committed some crime, then stolen a car resulting in a police chase. He eventually ditched the car & took off on foot, decided on my house I guess, jumped the 5’ pointy picket fence & somehow got inside through the basement door. The cops found him hiding there. My Doberman slept peacefully through the whole thing.

Very stupid mistake. I had just moved to New apt & couldn't find dumpster to throw away boxes, so I decided to throw them in a Bojangles dumpster near by. As I toss these boxes into dumpster, I accidentally toss keys ( apt, car, etc) into dumpster also. I stand there freaking out what to do. So I get a toolbox from my car stand on it & climb in. Meanwhile everyone in Bojangles drive thru is watching me. So once I retrieve my keys after rooting thru the trash... now, I can't get out since I am so short, I can't climb out. So I try to stack trash and finally get one leg out door & painstakingly pull my self up while bracing my other foot on inside wall. It took me awhile. Boy, did I feel like an idiot !!

1) This year the fiscal administration told me they owed me 900 euros.
2) Took an Air France flight and a train to St Malo - both were on time
The electronic passports gates even worked at the airport
3) Electricity bill did not (so much) increase this month
4) Yesterday waiter charged me Happy Hour price, even if it was 20:15
5) Ticket office dude in the metro was polite

You never know what life has in store for you. Can't wait to experience other excitements! Live, Love, Laugh

When I was an 18 year old female college student, I was working at a pizza place, living with 3 roommates and trying to afford tuition. My parents visited from out of state and asked me out to dinner! As soon as I got in the car they locked the doors and got on the highway, kidnapping me across state lines. They took me to a psychiatrist (they had already planned the appointment) and asked a doctor to have me committed because they did not approve of my life choices. Since I was an adult, the doctor explained to them that they had to release me and that I could press charges for kidnapping. Four days later they put me on a Greyhound bus and it took me three days to get back home. I lost my job because of it, dropped out of the semester and ended up unable to pay the rent, had to give my dog away. It was long ago and they have passed. I was their medical power of attorney and made all their final decisions. I never trusted them. Never rode Greyhound again either.

I moved from Russia, escaping the war and imminent conscription, to Singapore. The culture shock could kill a person. so could write an essay, i swear.

Many things. Bad: Being told I was on the wrong bus during apartheid. Being held up at gunpoint by a vehicle hijacker. Being beaten up by a military drill sergeant at school. Good: Becoming a top 1% earner in a matter of five years after changing my job. Working at a secret govt base. Lots of crazy stuff.

Every year, between the ages of 12 - 23, I knew someone who died. Losing family and friends I knew every year during that time changed how I look and think about death. I am over 50 now and I do not worry or fear dying. I'm not numb to it, I just accept the inevitability more easily. It also helped me appreciate people I care about more.

Not too crazy but a fun, memorable story. 1985, summer before my Senior year in HS. Went to France for a 3 week tour with the French Club. It was awesome. Bruce Springsteen was playing on the outskirts of Paris when were in Paris. It was the "Born in America" Tour. We scored tickets. It was amazing, even our French teacher had fun. We were hanging around after the concert just having fun and went to the Metro (or other train to take us into Paris, can't remember). NOPE - too late. Station was closed until 6am. We ended up hanging out at nearby gas station. The two guys there were cute, young Middle Eastern guys. While our teacher was resting outside, the guys asked my friends and me if we wanted to try Hashish, a natural herb you smoke. One of my friends knew it as Hash, and told us it was like Weed. We figured we would never do this in a gas station outside of Paris ever again so we did and OMG...it was crazy! These guys were so nice and didn't want anything, they just wanted to hang with some 16 -17yo American girls and help them to learn English. But, after a couple of hits, we were NOT good teachers and were completely stoned out of our minds. They gave lots of water and snacks and made sure we were okay. Our French teacher never knew about it.

Ok so it was mostly a normal day until like evening and one of my family members pointed out that the S.W.A.T was at this house. They put smoke bombs in the house and then also this taser bomb. They shot like all the windows and also put in a robot. They had a dog to. They eventually went in the house and found the man. And that happened on the first day of June. Now the person is back and living in the house again.

I saved a young kid in a climber who was too scared to climb down.

My boyfriend forgot me.

He was walking out of a racquetball court and his friend thought Tom had already left. When the friend went to close the door, Tom's head was smashed and he lost consciousness. When he woke up he had amnesia. I called that night and asked to speak to Tom. His roommate explained what happened. Tom got married 9 months after the accident to the ER nurse that cared for him. Tom finally remembered me about 8 years later.

One day, while returning home from college. My mom said that our dog has been missing for three hours. I and my sister were searching outside and calling out my dog’s name everywhere we are going like a fool. We cried a lot thinking that my dog won’t be coming back to us. And returned home at midnight, and then we heard a noise and looked down at the bed, there I see my DOG sleeping and snoring like nothing happening around. From this, I experienced one crazy day and as well learnt one thing that “SEARCH YOUR HOUSE, FIRST!!”

I came to know that I'm adopted when I was adopting a daughter

one time my sister and i were in bed and we saw police lights outside our window (we share a room). we walked outside with our parents and there were like a bunch of police cars blocking both sides of the road. We had no idea what happened at the moment. But in the morning, we found out there was a runaway and he had run into one of my neighbor's house. they ended up getting the guy but still, it was f*****g insane since that had never happened before. like we've had police come to the neighborhood but never this many and never for something as serious.