Someone In This Online Group Asked “What Is Not A Bullet You Dodged, But A Huge Tactical Nuke You Dodged?” And 30 Folks Delivered

24 years old, had a pesky sore on my tongue that was really bothering me. My boyfriends dad was a dentist so when I was over at his house one night I asked him to take a look. He recommended I go see an oral surgeon the next day for him to check it out. The next day I decided it was feeling better so I tried to cancel my appt but my boyfriend’s dad insisted I go. I went, and the oral surgeon pretty much diagnosed it as cancer on the spot. It was aggressive and by the time of my surgery to remove it it had already spread to multiple lymph nodes. They ended up removing over half my tongue followed by chemo and radiation. Given how aggressive it was, I often think that if I had put off the doctors visit any longer I probably wouldn’t have survived. I’m coming up on my 10 year anniversary in January

I used to own a gym with a partner. I sold my half of the company and took a boring but stable government job about 3 months before the pandemic.

When I was 11 I started losing vision in my left eye, and eventually went completely blind in about 2-3 weeks. After lots of testing we found that I had a brain tumor in my left optic nerve that would likely spread quickly. They gave me a year and a half to live in the best case scenario with treatment. They got the eye surgically removed, started my on radiation and chemo, and luckily I responded well to it. Cancer's long gone, am now a cyclops, and happy to be disease free.

I had just moved to Colorado by myself and for whatever reason my mom was encouraging me to get out of the apt and go see the new Batman movie. That was the night of the theater shooting, and not only was that the theater but it was also the showing I was considering going to. I stayed up late playing League of Legends instead and woke up to a LOT of texts and missed calls. Probably not ideal for my family's blood pressure that I slept in pretty late that day too.

In UNI me and my 2 best friends were drinking, playing Mario kart and just shooting the s**t. We were hungry and wanted food. I said let's just make a tombstone pizza because we've been drinking and most delivery services were closed at 1:30AM. One said he's fine to drive, I said no no bad idea. He got the other guy to go with. McDonald's usually doesn't take 2 hours to get so eventually I went for a scooter ride since mcdonalds was less than 2 miles away. I notice there's a taped off spot on the bridge right before mcdonalds with a crane, cops and an ambulance. They curbed the car and drove it off the bridge and into the shallow creek top first and passed away on impact. I dodged the nuke of passing away but ate the bullet of survivors guilt for nearly 5 years.

1) I am doing good, depression and fear of driving lasted a pretty long time. Moving back home for 2 semesters helped a lot versus being alone in the college apartment we shared. 2) it's those old Razor scooters that you kick, not a moped or electric scooter. 3) I took the keys of the driver but he had a spare key and they left when I went to the bathroom. Got to the living room and they were gone, looked out the window and his car was gone. Verbally said f**k what an idiot, his dad is going to be livid if he gets pulled over.

On a road trip in college with 4 friends. We stopped halfway for a pit stop because I had explosive diarrhea and was getting more sick by the minute. Friends carried on to Vegas and left me with one of the guys who rented us a car to return home.

The friends that carried on got into a roll over: 1 passed away, 2 will be injured for life.

My wife and I were prepared to buy a nice riverfront property in 2019, but the owners (her dad and uncle) were dragging their feet. We had our down payment, we were approved for the mortgage, and we had even been living there paying rent.

Then the river rose 30ft/10m and we had to evacuate. The water kept rising. The house was destroyed before we bought it.

So we didn't buy it.

Dated a woman who was physically and emotionally abusive. Got caught in the cycle of abuse, gaslighting, etc...not sure how I was going to leave, afraid to leave, etc. One day a neighbor witnessed one of her violent outbursts and called the police. She was arrested, charged with domestic violence/assault. I was granted a restraining order. Luckily my dilemma took care of itself. If it hadn't, who knows. A buddy of mine told me if I had stayed with her much longer I'd be deceased. He wasn't kidding.

My manager was trying to have me fired for underperformance, and I was so depressed at the time that I believed I was an awful employee

The place I work has a whole song and dance routine just to get someone a verbal warning, let alone fired, so she tried to get me to take a severance payment so that I'd leave and save her the trouble. I had to take sick leave shortly after that conversation, and while I was gone, she initiated the formal process to have me fired. I was able to drag things out for a couple of months, and during that time, I discovered she'd falsified documents to make me look like a lost cause. Presenting a dossier to HR demonstrating her statements were provably misleading, and documenting every time she failed to follow proper procedures turned everything around. I got moved to a better job on a better team, and spent a solid year rubbing it in her face how well I was doing, and ensuring it got back to her whenever I got praise from the department head.

It was pretty annoying that she didn't get fired, but there would have been too much blowback on management if she had.

Still, I went from the verge of unemployment to unequivocal success

When I was 16, I had a good friend whose father was a wealthy businessman of some kind. This is Chicago and I guess his dad started screwing around with the wrong guy’s woman. My friend told me it had something to do with the mob or a mobster’s wife. I never knew for sure, but do know that I saw firsthand his dad get threatened (at a tennis court of all places) by two well-dressed clearly-Italian men who drove up in a black Cadillac. I was sitting right there with his friend as they talked to him and it was exactly as I imagined it would be in the movies. My friend said there was a contract on his dad. He actually said it like it was cool, and at the time, I guess I thought it was too.

I was invited to go with them on a fishing trip in Lake Michigan that week (my friend, his dad, his dad’s friend, and I). Two days before the fishing trip, something happened with a member of my family and we had to go to Cincinnati for a few days.

When I returned, I learned my friend’s body was found floating in Lake Michigan (he was wearing a life vest). His father, his father’s friend, and the boat were never found. Police questioned me about what I knew and who I’d seen talking to his dad, but I think I was lucky that i said I couldn’t describe what they looked like and didn’t get wildly specific.

Either way, the coolest kid I knew, Chris, he passed away. And they never found his dad, the dad’s friend or the boat. It was a nice boat on a calm day on Lake Michigan. And something bad happened. Always felt I dodged getting caught up in something I wouldn’t have escaped from.

Was chatting with a woman at the bar, nothing flirtatious just casual banter. I told her I needed to head out and she asked if I could give her a ride. I was headed that way so it wasn't a big deal. We pull into her driveway and I can see a guy at a computer in the living room through the window. I ask who it is and she replied "that's my husband, he's a pansy. I'll bring him outside and you scare him off, then we can have the house all to ourselves for the night" Every alarm bell in my head was ringing and all I could think was 'how do I get this crazy out of my truck without a big scene?' so I said "sounds good" as soon as she was half way to the door I put it gear and burned rubber

I quit a job after my boss yelled at everybody for faking being sick when one guy came in with the flu and passed it around the office. He claimed that people don't get sick by being near each other. One guy got it so bad he was hospitalized for 2 weeks. I quit with no back up in October 2019. By February 2020, his company went out of business

We went to Thailand in 2003 for Christmas (I spent a number of years there in the early 90s as a kid) and loved it so much that we were gonna do it again the next year. Spend Christmas watching the sun come up on a beach at Phuket again.
We had the tickets and everything, but because of some new fallout from an Enron-adjacent scandal, my dad wasn't allowed to leave the country (he wasnt implicated, but was in the c-suite of a credit card company, and all such people were under travel advisory).
Anyway, the very hotel we were gonna stay at got 100% rekt by the tsunami so I guess we got lucky

I was moving abroad to do a post-grad degree. My flight was to leave out of Newark early morning on 9/11. A family friend who worked in the Towers kept prodding me to move my flight to the afternoon and come visit him in the office so he could show me around (my parents were pressuring me to go as well since it was a good networking opportunity).

I was on the fence, but decided not to since I was a poor student and didn't want to pay the cab fair from my hotel in NJ to lower Manhattan. Our friend made it out, thankfully, and I'm guessing I would have well, but no way would I want that experience burned in my memory.

In school, was about 16, at a house party. Friend's older brother and a bunch of guy's friends show up, bust out some coke. I noped out. Just bad feelings, so called my mom and left. Party was busted. Some got jail time. Missed it by 15 minutes

Not me but a family friend managed to avoid the Pulse shooting where they were having thier birthday party because they got had gotten a intense craving for McNuggets so he and his group went to McDonald's down the road. They left roughly 15-20 minutes before everything went down.

I almost put spoiled cream in my coffee this morning.

It was touch and go for a while

I was briefly engaged to a man who has since cheated on his gorgeous, intelligent, sweet wife hundreds of times. They are separated but have two children and will likely reconcile. I broke our engagement when he said that he thought it was perfectly ok for a man to cheat on his wife if they'd been married for awhile and "he'd gotten bored". Oddly enough, he didn't believe a woman was entitled to do the same.

I feel so badly for his poor wife now. He began cheating on her two years into their marriage when she was pregnant with their first child.

There was an apartment I really wanted but at the last minute I found a slightly better one. The apartment I almost moved into burned to the ground a month later.

Back in college. Ex cheated and got preggo. Blamed it on me, involved her family and all.

I was willing to file a case in court with medicolegal as needed. Ex got too pressured as I was taljing to her dad about medical tests etc. Out of nowhere she admitted that I wasnt the father and it was some classmate she had a fling with.