When did your "something's not right" gut feeling save you?
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The last one is why an "intense and unshakable feeling of impending doom" is a genuine symptom that people in the medical field are taught to look out for. It could be a panic attack, it could be an aortic aneurysm, and it's better safe than sorry. It's so scary though, when people come in about to drop and their only symptoms of note are a tooth ache and a "bad feeling".
I'd think medical professionals would usually put those feelings down to anxiety or panic attacks or something
@@nemomagnumbro did not read the comment
@@SmokeFactory wdym?
@@nemomagnum it says “better be safe then sorry”
@@SmokeFactory it also says that people in the medical field are taught to look out for those feelings, which is what I replied to
Back in high school, I was waiting to be picked up one afternoon, and I noticed that one of the upperclassmen seemed to be sleeping in the waiting area - but I had a feeling something was off. I asked a passing teacher, turns out she was having a seizure. I got the nurse while the teacher kept an eye on her, and she pulled through!
Unfortunately she passed away a few years later, but it still makes me very proud that I could give her some more time.
That’s really sad she’s gone..you should feel very proud. She probably thought and appreciated for what you did.
A mother‘s instincts are so powerful it defies logic itself. Here’s a great story my brother had to get his appendix removed. He was having stomach problems all day, at least for the morning they took him to the hospital. They took his temperature and he was fine and few seconds later, he told my mom he felt a bit hot, so my mom told the nurse to check his temperature the nurse informed her they just did she says check again so they do he’s running a fever over 100 that tells the nurse and the rest of the staff his appendix is about to burst, so they rush him into surgery and luckily they get it out just before it burst
Jesus fucking Christ. I think it’s a primal instinct more than anything.
The one with the doctor willing to listen to bad gut feelings is epic.
My grandad had a condition where he couldn't feel pain. He just used to know when something was wrong as a weird feeling, but so many doctors couldn't understand it when he said nothing hurt, but he insisted something was wrong. He was dismissed so easily. Unfortunately that meant his cancer was diagnosed far later than it should have been.
is he ok now?
@@randomperson-ox7nk Unfortunately he didn't win that fight. It was about 20 years ago now, so hopefully doctors these days understand gut feelings better, and I've heard other stories of people who can't feel pain, so hopefully his condition is more well-known that it was.
I've seen a medical drama that had an episode with a young girl with CIPA disorder, which sounded similar. Not sure if that's what my grandad had, he never got an official diagnosis.
Thanks for asking though :)
@@mimirose113my condolences ❤
@@mimirose113 my condolences.
@@mimirose113 my deepest condolences
I had one of these.
Years ago, when I was in grade school, I had one of those days where I just didn't feel ike going to school. Faked being sick, the whole 9 yards, and ended up staying home with my dad, who had his health problems from time to time, but nothing too scary most of the time.
I was downstairs in our kitchen, and he was upstairs in my parents bedroom, watching TV. I kept hearing him moaning, which he occasionally does in his sleep, and I originally thought nothing of it, but something made me thing that it sounded... urgent, this time. Like he was trying to get my attention. So I finally went back upstairs to check on him, and it quickly became apparent that something was wrong.
My dad was half slumped on the bed, unable to properly speak. He'd been trying to say my name the whole time. Panicked, I called 911. I remember not being able to explain to the operator what was wrong, but I do remember telling them that he couldn't speak. Thankfully, they arrived in minutes... Unhelpfully for the EMTs, we lived in a 3 story house. Dad was on the 3rd floor, and he was a fairly large guy-- they ended up having to use a sled to get him safely downstairs and out the door.
My neighbors happened to come by and just consoled me as they carried Dad out. We'd find out later that it'd been a stroke.
I don't like thinking about what might've happened that day, had I not been home. But I'm glad I was, and so was my dad, after a hospital stay and some physical therapy. :)
wow, that must've been real scary. Is he okay nowadays?
@@dtayt1 Yes, and no. He lived past that incident, but not for too long, sadly. Passed away in 2014, but hey, at least he made it past that stroke ^^
That, and I take some solace in it, regardless. My dad was my best friend, by biggest supporter, and my greatest inspiration. I couldn't be more proud, nor happy to have known him. ♡
@@Xil_Gon_Give_It_To_Yasorry for your loss, must’ve been hard to get over it.
@@buffboyduff2299 Thank you, and even when prepared for it, I can't say I was 100% ready.
Full warning, I still get a bit teary when talking about it, and I'm about to go on a bit of a rant below, so TL;DR at the bottom.
But, while I miss my dad, I'm still happy to have known him. Been inspired by him. And a solid portion of my childhood was marked by Dad's trips to the hospital, withdrawals, and chronic pain.
I like to think that he doesn't feel any of that anymore.
And to anyone else who reads this, I case you need to hear it:
It gets better.
It is no where near immediate, even when you tell yourself that you're fine. You'll still have a bad day. You'll still have several bad days, but the gaps between them will get bigger and bigger.
You're allowed to bawl your eyes out.
You're allowed to cry.
Remember to take time for yourself and really process what you're feeling. Remember who that person was to you, and how much you loved them. Those are the parts that stick with you for a lifetime.
And remember that the person you lost likely doesn't want you to stop dead in your tracks and sink into despair. Don't spend days at a time isolated, sluggish, and closed off.
That person wanted you to live, and be happy. If you can't do that much for yourself, find something small to do it for until you can.
For me, it was pictures of clouds, art, and sunsets. Little things that kept me getting out of bed.
It doesn't matter how "stupid" that thing is-- as long as it brings you a little but of joy, it's important. You'll make it through, and you'll be okay. ♡
TL;DR: If you lose someone, remember that the pain you feel isn't final. You'll be okay. ♡
I needed to hear that.
Thank you
Unfortunately, my "gut instinct" has always been terrible. Years ago I was a bank teller. It was late on a Friday, we had been slammed for hours and I was taking a little break. I walked out of the back and saw a man standing at the counter. I walked around to wait on him, a little miffed that two others behind the counter had completely ignored him. I asked if I could help him and he put a briefcase on the counter and handed me a small note. Turns out it was a robbery, and the briefcase contained a bomb (which he opened to show me).
Long story short, he got his money and left, and we had to evacuate the building to wait for police and bomb squad. While outside I was talking to my coworkers, who all said they didn't wait on him because they felt something was wrong. Thanks a lot guys!
That is the day I learned, coworkers are not your friends. 😂
Wow, your coworkers really lived by the mantra of 'not my problem'.
@@sentienttapioca5409Nah. They probably assumed it was nothing, even though their gut told them otherwise.
The human body, for all of its flaws, is a finely tuned machine. Sometimes, it really does KNOW something is wrong, without any outside way of presenting that fact. Even sometimes picking up things about other people that you would never consciously notice.
Maybe there’s just no current way to present exactly what’s wrong even when something is. We don’t understand the human body 100%, and that’s why Chinese medicine makes no sense scientifically but works.
@@zacharyhsieh9358 As an example, Chinese snake oil actually worked as a medicine, but when places outside of China tried to replicate it with their native snakes, they didn't get the same, if any, results. This resulted in snake oil salesmen being equated to scam artists. (I may have gotten some details wrong, but I'm fairly certain I'm right here.)
my mother saved me from drowning when i was a very young child. she was chopping some veggies and occasionally looking up through the window that faced the pool. she couldn't see me at first but she just assumed i was just playing in the pool. she felt an urge to look up again and realized that i really was not visible. for the record, i took swimming lessons and can swim just fine. however i don't perform great as a floatation device. she jumped into the pool fully clothed and threw the other kid off of me and dragged me out of the pool. thank you for saving my life mom
another story that i just remembered. i was like 10 or 11 or smth and hanging out with a friend. there was this big old wooden fence at the edge of the house property. being the little climber i was back then, i decided to climb all the way up. my friend told me to get down bc she felt like something bad was going to happen, so i listened to her and jumped down. moments later the thing just. collapses into a pile of rotted wood.
Why’d the kid just gank you 💀
@@mohammadsafian9824 Bro piggybacked but forgot about the piggy
My sister once grabbed me in the pool. It's hard to tell where's up
Dang who the heck would let their own kid do that
Thought I’d never tell this story but this seems like a good place to leave it. I was at a pub with a younger gal than me that I had been friends with at the time, let’s call her Kate. Kate and I had been having fun playing pool while getting some late dinner when two men came over trying to chat us up. I didn’t want anything to do with them because because I had a bad feeling in my gut that was screaming at me that something was off. Next thing I know two drinks had been brought out to us that I guess the men had ordered, but I didn’t watch the drinks get made so I refused to have any. Kate thought I was being rude and to prove how silly I was being decided to down both drinks right there at the table. I was so shocked and mad at her that I told her I was leaving and that she needed to give me her keys now and that she was coming with me or I was going to call her dad and would lie to him to get her in trouble. She was upset but she left with me and let me drive (I wasn’t supposed to drive her car) she passed out cold in the passenger seat not 30 seconds after leaving the parking lot and I couldn’t get her to wake up. I wasn’t sure what to do so I drove to the hospital and got her checked in then called her dad. This man was so unholy pissed at me until I was able to get a word in and explained what had happened that evening. He was quite for a moment then he asked me if Kate really had been double roofied and I had to tell him yes and that she only would have been once if she hadn’t been so ridiculously stubborn. He broke down in tears and apologized profusely and thanked me for doing my best to protect her and for not leaving her behind. Said over and over how thankful he was now that I had made the decision to drive despite the consequences I could have potentially faced and that I was his hero sent by the angels that night. I told him that I would never leave someone in a bad way if I could help, that’s how I was raised to be, simple as that. He asked how he could repay me and I pointed at Kate passed out in the hospital bed and said I want you to let her know how lucky she was tonight and to teach her how to be safer when out drinking since she’s old enough now, because she might not have someone like me always with her to make the smart choices. He looked stunned for a moment (not sure what he was expecting, I didn’t need a “reward” for doing the right thing) he shook my hand and said that I was a gift. He went and stayed with Kate and I called a cab home. Never heard from Kate or her dad again, and honestly never thought about again till this video came up in my feed. It’s been a good 15 years since then.. I hope she’s doing alright and has made a better life for herself. And if you skipped all that to get the end here is some advice for you youngsters, if you did not see the drink get made or don’t know where it came from for the love of all things good in this world please PLEASE do not take it or drink it! Always have a designated driver, I’ve been to five funerals of friends who thought they could drive drunk, get a cab or something it’s not worth your life or the life of someone(s) else. Be safe all and stay aware, constant vigilance!
To add on to the designated driver thing, if someone assigns themselves as your designated driver, for the love of all that is holy, do not pressure them into having "just one shot". Please respect their decision to remain sober.
It wasn’t my gut feeling, but it was my 15th birthday. Mom and I were driving home from dinner and bowling. It was probably around 7pm, as it was just starting to really get dark. We had to drive over a one-level bridge, then continue driving past the marina and a plot of undeveloped land before we would turn right at the corner and head on home.
Right before we got on the bridge, this truck pulled into our lane and seemed to be trying to tailgate us for a couple seconds. Then it pulled back. As we got on the bridge, Mom checked the rear view mirror and whatever she saw spooked her because she asked me “why haven’t you rolled down the windows?” And I replied “you don’t like it when I do that on the bridge.” She encouraged me to roll them down again, so I did. She checked her mirror again and then said “his lights are off, that’s dangerous.” Then my mother did something I’ve never seen her do since, she floored it right as our car went over the last 12ish feet of the bridge. As soon as our wheels hit the road, the truck sped up and came barreling toward us. Our car was still flying and Mom cut it hard to the right and slammed on the brakes just as the truck plowed into our 1988 Cadillac and sent us into a half spin with the wheels down thank God, then down over a ditch, up the ditch again, and straight into a small tree.
The truck that hit us stopped on the road and the two men in the cab got out and actually looked over the damage to their vehicle. Meanwhile, the impact has thrown my Mom into the driver’s side door and forward against the dash. And it threw me against her. We are both coherent, she’s groggy though. I look out the rolled down window and see the two men leaning over their knees at the top of the road, like they are trying to see into the car. Then they bolt back into the truck and take off.
I ask Mom how she knew they were going to hit us, trying to keep her engaged and alert since I have no idea how to help her and I’m pretty sure I’m in shock too. And she replied “he turned his lights off on a bridge,” as if this made perfect sense. Then she said “at least he waited, I was terrified he was going to send us over the bridge.”
So not only did Mom recognize the danger, she made sure we’d have an escape route if the car went into the water, and when she realized the truck was going to hit us once we got off the bridge, she tried to move us far enough down the road that we’d be near the plot of undeveloped land when we got got hit. She succeeded. Amazing intuition, calm under pressure, and she had the knowledge we needed to survive with minimal damage.
The seatbelt tore up her chest and the impact herniated a disk in her back. But otherwise she was fine. I had bruised ribs and bruises where the seatbelt cut me too. Otherwise I was also fine. Our car, however, was totaled. The truck smashed the trunk up while the tree smashed the front.
WOW MAN. Mothers always know I swear
i aint reading all that
@@ReubenBBXI am
so were the people trying to hit you I don’t quite understand
@@hollowknightenjoyer0maybe to get money or smth in the car?
I mean, idk for sure if it saved me, but it was definitely weird. So, from a young age, my dad always stressed the importance of not trusting any adult who wanted to take me somewhere without him knowing, and that included my aunts, uncles and cousins as well as strangers. When I was in kindergarten (meaning I was 5), I would go to a babysitter's house near my school (it was literally one street corner away) for lunch and after school was over to wait until my dad was off work. So one day, I was walking back to school with my friend after lunch when this old man (I remember him as an old guy, but that was 21 years ago so at this point I can't 100% trust my memory) stopped next to us in his car going the opposite direction and asked if we wanted him to drop us off to school (which, again, was literally around the corner). My friend apparently hadn't had the talk with her parents about stranger danger and she agreed, but I stopped her and said "no, don't get into his car, that man is trying to steal us away". I said it loud enough for the guy to hear me, and he sped away as fast as he could after that. I told my dad what happened and gave a description of the car, and my dad stalked the whole neighborhood trying to find it. The color was really weird (like, the top half was bronze and the bottom half was a dark wood pattern, I swear I'm not making this up) so it wasn't hard for him to find it. Now, I wasn't there when it happened so I'm only going off of what my dad told me years after, but apparently he threatened the guy that if he caught him anywhere near the school again, he'd beat his ass to a pulp (my dad was NOT a violent man). Idk if this dude was actually a PDF-file but it was a really weird experience to say the least.
Dude was definitely a PDF-File. why else would he drive off after you say that?
@@noobtube7649 I mean, there's always the fear of being perceived as one, but I'm like 90% sure he was bc why would he offer two 5-year-olds to drive them to school when it's literally right around the corner ?
yeah. just the thought of it makes me gag ugh@@AoAnli
@@noobtube7649 I'm just glad my dad told me about these things when I was young lol. I don't even wanna think about what would've happened if he never did
This is similar to what happened to me when I was 7-8!
When I was about 3, I loved to play with toys. Me and my sister had a drawr with toys in it. One day I opened the drawer and my mom saw me run away. She was confused for about 2 seckonds, and then the whole heavy large drawer came crashing to the ground right where my feet would have been. When my mom asked me how I new that would happen, I just said, "The drawer didn't sound right."
Over the years, I have been able to here if something sounds off. I don't know how to explain it, I can just hear a different sort of sound when a machine or object is going to do something unexpected.
It could very well have to do with my conbenation of total blindness and high functioning autism / asburgers. Not quite sure which one I have.
asburgers? Sekonds?
@@blackqweenmars
Asperger (autism)
Seconds
@@blackqweenmarsi'd imagine being totally blind makes it hard to proofread.
@@Lilac-uv2gg true but it’s still kind of funny when people misspell stuff
@@blackqweenmars I imagine op was using speech to text, and that has never been very good at transcribing what you say.
Back when I was still hooked on heroin, amphetamine and other drugs my gut feeling was my best, and sometimes only, friend. It has saved me from an extremely sadistic serial rapist who got caught a week later, it saved me from being seriously harmed or killed at least once that I know for sure, though I lost a friend that time. She didn't listen to me when I said I thought it was a *bad* idea to go to that "party". She didn't really have the option to *not* go, since she really needed the money or else she'd not have money for rent that month _(we and two other girls were supposed to be paid pretty good to be female "entertainment" at a party with both men and women present - but when they got there, there was no party, only some rich, BAD men who wanted to do whatever to girls that "doesn't matter")_ My friend was raped and beaten so bad that she was completely unrecognizable and barely clinging to life when she was found outside early in the morning, and the other girls were also brutally abused and beaten. They survived - she didn't. She was in a coma for a while. I still feel guilty for not just stopping them from going. I didn't know the other girls, but I knew *of* them... The girl who was killed was a really close friend, though. It just sucks. So fucking much.
My gut has also saved me from multiple OD's, getting robbed, being sold fake drugs for my last money _(which is a _*_catastrophe_*_ when you're really fucking dopesick, because you're basically incapable of doing anything to get money if you lose it since you're too sick)_ and other minor things like where *not* to sleep when I was homeless and slept outside or on people's couches, etc.
I still went through hell multiple times over, but those were the times I didn't listen to my intuition because I was too desperate for money/drugs to not be dopesick anymore that I was willing to take the risk, even though I often - but absolutely *not* always - sensed that something was off.
Now I've been clean for almost 4 years _(got hooked when I was 14 and got clean when I was 30, I'll be 34 this year),_ but I'm still hyper vigilant about my surroundings and people's "vibes". I have the PTSD to "thank" for that.
My point with this comment is; *Never ignore a gut feeling.*
We have our intuition for a reason. Big or small, just listen to it when your "spidey senses" say that something's off. You never know if it could save your, or someone else's, life. But don't beat yourself up if something happens and you didn't have a single bad vibe going into it, our intuition is great in many ways, but it's not perfect. That's equally as important to remember as _"Follow your gut",_ in my book.
*Much love to you all!*
_/A Swedish woman, who's lived in many cities and countries, but now will be staying in Norway until I'm old and decrepit :)_
You’re strong asf ❤
Thank you for sharing that story it really means a lot that you would open yourself up to being vulnerable and letting others know that we're not just crazy when we feel things. Movies always displayed as a spider sense or something supernatural which is very well maybe. But to some people it's so far fetched to believe your body has a radar and it is a survival instinct that too often not many people trust. I'm glad you're sober and wish you the best life possible
congrats on getting sober. I wish my own mom was as strong or intuitive as you. she's been an addict since before I was born & I'm now 32. she's still addicted and homeless now. she nearly got burnt alive because of some guy who set fire to her tent "accidently" just last winter. she just wanders from place to place, & gets mixed up with some really bad people. she's made it out of a lot of it by pure chance but she still hasn't gotten clean yet. I'm holding out hope still. I pray you have a long healthy life ahead of you and I'm so glad you made it out alive. what happened to your friend isn't your fault and it's really heartbreaking what happened. I'm not sure you could have stopped her aside from tying her up to a tree or something.
Oh damn. I’m sorry all of that happened to you. That’s a fucking trauma fest. Good on you for getting through it all 👍
Thanks for sharing. This is like an ad for why you shouldn't do drugs and how it would put you in extremely deranged and dangerous situations AND how it's possible to become sober and turn ones life around
When I was in 6th grade, my homeroom teacher retired so there came a replacement teacher as a long-term sub. From the first time I saw her, her body language was so off, like a constantly jittery when she was speaking. This just felt really weird and it bugged me. I told my friends about it and they thought I was just crazy for thinking this, after 1 week of just carefully observing this teacher, I finally spoke up to the principal about this.
3 days later the ER found out that the teacher was overdosing on drugs. I honestly don't know what to say about this, I can't believe I just potentially saved someone's life.
Ooh, I have lot of these, but the “best” one saved me from explosion. I was visiting a friend, still at her place I said Im going to get few things from the mall right next to her, but as I started to walk, I almost like smelled something being wrong. I ended up going straight to the train station, my train left just minute or two before a bomb went off at the mall. I would’ve been there, 9 people died, more injured. I would’ve either died, got hurt or seen horrid stuff. Friend was sure Id been there, since I told her I was heading there. Took some time to get in touch with her, the still newish cell tower system got overloaded. Today I joke how it was my laziness that saved me, “If I’ll get milk further on, I won’t have to carry it as long”. But I swear, something was on the air. And it runs in the family..
Mom was a wild kid, once decided to run away from home and take a ferry to Sweden with her bestie, maybe at 14 or so. They missed their ship back to Finland, so they had no choice but to stay at a park the night. Young guy, maybe 20yo, nicely dressed and not alarming in any way, stops to chat with them and for some weird reason mom said she doesn’t speak Swedish, neither of them does, not a word, just English. Dude offers them a place to stay for the night, girls accept, everything feels just fine. Only at this guys place things start to turn, he is jovial and nice to the girls, but when he makes a call to his friend, mom knows they’re in trouble. Dude had talked pretty openly, not knowing mom does understand Swedish perfectly, asked his male friend to come over, bring condoms etc., “I got two young girls here”.. When dude went to bathroom, still thinking everything is cool, mom told her friend - who didn’t speak Swedish - they gotta go, right now. He had locked the door with a key, no exiting there. Luckily his apartment was at street level, so they ended up opening a window and just running off like bats out of hell. They spent the rest of the night at the ferry terminal, freaked out by what just went down. Lesson learned.
I would probably be one of the dead I can’t survive anything
@@vria-rem u ok? 😧
One morning I took my 2 young kids to the park. We saw a little girl about 5-6 crying and wondering around alone. I asked her what was wrong and she said, "my mommy ran away from me." There was a "fun run" event going on that day. So I started in the direction of the start/finish line with all 3 kids. She started to feel better that she wasn't alone and that was when I noticed the disheveled man who had been following her at a distance. He smiled at me and the girl before taking another path. I don't know if he was keeping an eye on her to help or for some other reason. We got to the finish line and the girl yelled "Mommy!" as she ran to a worried looking woman and they hugged. This park is within walking distance of a homeless shelter and I am aware that there are drug deals at night.
I think if he was looking to hurt the kid, he either wouldn't have smiled at you before turning away, or something about the smile would have looked off to you.
Not me, but my dad. My dad had this tradition that he’d go to Thailand every year, namely for Christmas, and in 2004 (before I was born), he was with my mum and sister in Phuket. The plan was originally to stay for Christmas and through the new year, but he just woke up around Christmas eve with a gut feeling that he had to go back to see my grandma and grandpa, which was quite unlike him, and oddly just… did. They left. Went back to the UK. Two days, _two days_ later, the 2004 tsunami hit the beaches of thailand, where he, my mum and my sister likely would have died or at the very least it would have been horrifically traumatic.
once i was playing dodgeball, and my "somethings not right" feeling saved me because i just randomly ducked because i hadnt had anything thrown at me for a while
HELP TOO RELATABLE
I did something similar-ish
But with mine, the ball was already basically on its path to my face, and I just went *poof* and was on the ground the ball went over and I was safe, phew
Similar, few days ago was playing dodge ball at school, I was next to a wall reaching down to grab a ball. A ball hit the Wall centimetres from head seemingly at mach 2 and the sound when it hit the wall was deafening.
i was playing dodgeball and these two kids were trying to get away from the same hall and they both ran into the wall and i don’t remember exactly what happened but they hit their heads on eachother and both landed on their chest 😍
@@Smalltownhunter are those kids ok?
This video brought up a memory from when I was 7-8 years old. It isn't my gut feeling, but a stranger I met's. I (F14) was online schooled, so I was always home. I ended up having a big argument with my mom to the point where she told me to "take a walk". Now we had a fenced yard and she thought I would understand she meant IN the yard, but I went on a walk outside of the yard. I lived right next to a highway at that point, so I decided to walk alongside it. Out of nowhere, a tan minivan drives up beside me and the side door opened revealing a middle aged man. There were 3 men in the car(one in the driver's seat, one in the passenger's seat, and one just free riding in the back of the van) and they asked me if I was lost and that they could take me home. I refused because even though I was a kid, I wasn't stupid. I continued walking and they followed me slowly even though I was next to a highway at 1:30pm. I walk for a while and they are still following me. They tried to get me to get in their van multiple times. I end up turning onto a freeway on-ramp which they follow. After a few minutes, a man runs across the very busy freeway and comes over to me. He explains that he saw me walking on the freeway and that I could use their phone to call my family. I felt I could trust him, so I run across the freeway and as he is talking to his wife, I see the men who tried to pick me up speed of with annoyed expressions. I was still weary of strangers, so when the wife asked for my name, I refused to tell her. They called the police and I told the operator my name and within a few minutes a cop car pulled up and took me home. I still wonder what would've happened if he hadn't came over or if I had entered the men's van. Would I have been seen again?
Chances are no. But God was watching over you and put concern in the man and his wife's heart to check on you. Next time, try to talk things out with your parent. Anger isn't worth it in the long-term. And when you find yourself in a situation like that, pray to Jesus! He WILL help you.
@@berrywerryjwuiceJesus has never helped me.
My "somethings seriously not right"-gut feeling saved me a few weeks ago right around Christmas after having covid for the first time at the beginning of December and after testing negative going back to work when a few days later it started with a pain in the right shoulder region which developed into pain when taking breaths, medics where called around Christmas which claimed it as soreness even though I told them that it hurt when breathing and seriously hurt when swallowing making drinking water pure torture and it only got worse the next few days getting seriously nauseous when going to the toilet and back, heart racing, feeling that that was going to make me pass out from exertion, I became confused, slurred speech, extreme light sensitivity, altered vision, stiff neck. After going to the doctors I was first sent to a neurologist testing for meningitis but later a internist was called and it turned out that I had severe pneumonia in the right lung which caused a very severe sepsis which had all the doctors very worried even though they tried to seem calm but I can read people really well. Bc of the extreme pain i had while swallowing I didn't drink enough which almost caused me kidney failure as well as multiple organ failure. I had also somehow already lost a lot of blood which explained the feeling of extreme exertion while going 5m to the toilet. A day later I felt nauseous and had to throw up but I threw up blood, after throwing up blood 3 more times I then had gotten a endoscopy to also diagnose me with gastritis with numerous ulcers and a tear in my stomach lining which bled explaining my blood loss. So I got blood infusions and antibiotics via IV.
My gut feeling saved me I was told because if I waited just a day longer I would've died in my bed due to the sepsis, the doctors said that some of them haven't seen blood values this bad due to sepsis ever in their career especially in someone my age, 21yrs old. They of course told me that when I was better and not in danger anymore
Jeez
Hope you're ok!
(Female) on a business trip by myself, and went to a comedy performance. Afterwards, since it was a nice summer evening, and I wanted to stretch my legs, I took a detour instead of walking directly back to my car. Stores were closing in the shopping area near the club, so I continued walking, making a big circle back to where I had parked. I wasn’t exactly sure of the location of my car, but knew that I could figure it out. Saw a creepy looking guy in a pick up truck ahead of me, talking to two older people who seem to be very nervous around him. The older couple left, but the guy in the pickup blocked my way, and was very insistent on “helping”me find my car. The bad vibes were very strong. While I was talking to him, part of my brain was trying to figure out how to get away from him and another part of my brain was panicking and being tempted to get into the truck. So I was ALSO fighting that panic, and telling myself “Do NOT get into the truck!” while also talking with him.
The guy in the pickup opens the passenger door, leans across the bench seat and drops his left hand. As I realized he might be grabbing a gun, a pedestrian came towards me on the same side of the street. Even though the pedestrian was deliberately trying to not be involved, I was able to use him as a distraction. Then I told the truck driver that I saw my car and some friends on the other side of the street. He looked away, and I was able to walk around the truck and toward some strangers in a parking lot. I got my keys out and pretended to unlock a car door near them. Of course, they turned toward me wondering why I was apparently stealing a car! I quickly told them about the guy in the pickup who is trying to force me into the truck, and they started toward him. The truck driver pulled away. I truly feel that, had I gotten into the truck, I would never have been heard of again.
Yeah, *_never_* ignore that gut feeling telling you that "something isn't right". That is your survival instincts picking up on subtle clues that you may not be consciously aware of, and warning you of possible or immediate danger. More often than not, that gut feeling will be spot-on. Our survival instincts are far sharper than some people give them credit for. And even if those instincts happen to be wrong, it's still better to trust those instincts and have them be wrong, than to ignore them and have them be right. Our survival instincts exist for a reason.
I had a moment of "something's not right" myself, and it immediately put me on high alert. I was walking home from the local mall (something that only took me about 20 minutes) when I just got to the top of a hill in front of our local fire station (which was roughly the halfway point between the mall and where I lived). And this red car suddenly comes up behind me and then drives in a circle *_around me_* while the driver just stared at me the entire time. As soon as I realized what was happening my hand went straight into my pocket where my phone was and I kept it in my pocket while staring straight back at the driver until he'd done a complete 360 and began driving back down the hill. Immediately after that, I began jogging the rest of the way home, as my instincts were practically screaming at me: *_"GET HOME NOW!"_* No clue if my instincts were accurate or not, but if that guy had had ill intentions, perhaps my hand staying in my pocket deterred him by making him think that I might have been armed (I wasn't, as I was still a high schooler at the time) and ready to defend myself.
I had a nightmare where my best friend killed herself. I called her when I woke up to check that she was still with us and explained why. She got worried/relieved because she had a depressive episode recently and had taken her gun out of her gun safe (was still in the serious contemplation phase, not actively suicidal phase), but she figured the universe was looking out for her this time
Wasn't the universe, it was God/Jesus. God is real and the universe is His creation. Don't worship the creation, worship the Creator.
Years ago when I was little, my dad drove my sister, brother, and I to Sunday evening service in a city 15 miles away. We children ended up getting sleepy and fell asleep on the way there. Suddenly I awakened and shouted, “Dad!” My dad had fallen asleep at the wheel and was just +/- 10 yards or so from running head-on into a tree where the road turned a sharp lefthand turn. I praise G-d my dad jerked the wheel in time to keep us on the road. From then on I’ve had a hard time sleeping while riding in a car or other vehicle which leads me to the next story. I was a senior in high school. I was on a cross-country band trip from Ohio to either Florida as part of my school’s marching band or with my parents on a Greyhound bus trip to South Carolina to see a potential college I’d been accepted into. We passengers were all sleeping during the night. I was sitting in the front seat of the bus opposite the bus driver and suddenly awakened and hollered at the bus driver who had just started falling asleep at the wheel and swerved. G-d saved many people that night and I’m thankful He allowed me to be a part of it.
Why are you not completing gods name in this? Is it some how being used in vain?
Oh no, quite the opposite! The name of G-d was so revered (holy) with the Torah scribes of old; when copying the Torah onto a new scroll and arriving at one of the names of G-d, they’d stop, wash their hands, and take a new stylus and write the name of G-d then change to another stylus and continue on copying. The name of G-d was so revered they didn’t want to take it in vain in anyway, including misspelling it or using a common stylus to write the name of G-d and it’s been a Jewish custom ever since then by leaving out a letter showing your reverence to G-d and how it’s not a very common word to you. Thanks for asking!
@@KT-yu8wj oh, that’s interesting
I was (I presume) almost kidnapped when I was 13/14. I had snuck out my house at around 12am to meet a friend. Long story short a car drove past me and I just had a bad feeling so I took a mental note of the car colour/style. Only to see the same car come past me from the opposite direction about 2 minutes later. I was scared but didn’t want to draw attention to myself so when it was out of view I ran. Until it came back for the third time in the same direction as the first time (behind me). It pulled up next to me and I just kept walking until it pulled into a side street and parked (I was laughing to myself thinking he was just lost and finally found his place). Then his reverse lights came on. I sprinted like I never have before. I knew I wouldn’t be able to run across the road into my street without him seeing so I hid behind a bin where he slowly drove into the street I’d run into. As soon as he passed the street I needed to run down to get home, I knew I had to go and had enough time since he’d have to do a U turn if he was looking for me. Ran to my street then ran to a corner that leads to my house to see if he was following me. He did a U turn and was slowly driving down the street to see which one I went down. I ran inside. Locked the doors and turned all the lights off. Then I threw up from the adrenaline rush.
I’d never snuck out before and I never did again ahaha. I was so scared of the thought of my mum going to my empty bedroom in the morning to find me not there and not know where I was if something happened
I had a moment like these the day before Christmas Eve of 2023. My house is built into the side of a hill, sort of like a modernized hobbit house, so instead of having windows, my younger sister and I have a part in the back of our rooms with a ceiling that’s been heightened considerably so instead of windows, we have sky lights. I was sitting on my bed watching CZcams on my phone as your average teenager would usually do lol when I started noticing a knocking of some sort coming from the sky lights. I didn’t think much of it at first because we have trees, squirrels, birds, and a bunch of other things that knock into them all the time so I wasn’t that worried, but kept an ear bud out so I could hear and monitor the knocking on the window. After a little bit, the knocking got a little more aggressive and something in my head was telling me that something isn’t right, so I got up, went to look at what was causing the ruckus, and what do I see before my little eyes? A pair of hands slamming a decent sized stick into the window frame. I SPRINTED to my door, flung it open, and yelled at my dad to call the cops because there was a guy trying to break into the house. I then sat on the couch underneath a blanket, shaking for 10 mins straight and texting my bestie about it. It’s kind of wild to think about it now, that if I had brushed off the noise as a tree or bird and the guy did get into the house, my family and I could have been seriously injured or worse. Who knows what kind of crazy weapons he could’ve had on him? I am extremely glad that I got up and looked when I did
I was walking through a parking lot several years ago. It was daytime and there was no obvious danger that I could see. But I was apprehensive and nervous about it. I remember I kept walking like my destination was further away and made a sharp right when I came to my car and had my keys already in my hand to open the door instead of standing by the door and getting the key ready. I quickly got in my car and immediately locked the door. Literally less than a second later, some guy who I never saw was suddenly there and tried to open the car door. When he realized it was locked, he abruptly walked away.
The gut feeling is actually one of our senses. Its cause when the brain subconsciously recognizes things that are off externally and internally. Its NOT based on emotion and you should always trust your gut feeling because its usually right.
I met up with an old friend once who I hadn't seen for about a year. We met up at this neighborhood park (we were middle schoolers) and it was getting dark outside. There were these two guys who were walking by and kept looking at us so I casually suggested to my friend that we should go back to my house since it was getting dark. I may just have been paranoid but we usually hung out at that park after dark tons of times and that time I just had to get out of there.
Do you know if those two guys meant harm?
@@edithpatel7007 better safe than sorry what can i say
When I was 7, I decided to leave my neighborhood to go down to the gas station that's .92 miles away from my house. When I got there, I saw a man that looked like he was on edge. I had a strange feeling about him. But I bought my Kit Kat bar and Peanut M&Ms for my mom. Later that night, I decided to hop on the news. The man shot the cashier and cops came to arrest. I'll never forget that day.
My dad told me that when he was a teen he were biking down a dirt road he had been on like a million times, but that one curve something told him to slow down and it gave him just enough time to avoid a car coming in the opposite direction. Of course he didn't wear a helmet, none did back then.
I once had a weird heart ache when my parents asked if I want to come to our countryhouse for a couple of days. I love that place for being near a river and a forest, but when I thought about it that 1 time, my heart started to hurt. The moment I decided I'm not going, the pain dissappeared so completely I thought I imagined it, but still stayed in the city and my parents went to countryhouse without me.
My parents got into a very bad car crash on the way there. My mother was driving. She is always afraid something could happen to me to a point of serious anxiety problems, and I fear that if I was in the car that day, she would panic instead of reacting as well as she did and avoiding lethal damage. She did get a concussion but no permanent damage. The other driver was completely at fault but he was backed by corrupt officers, we had a long legal war that ended up with some higher ups losing their jobs because mom was angry for her car getting wrecked and found a very good lawyer who usually worked with serious crime stuff and wasn't scared off by anything.
I have 2 stories about this, one when I was 9 and one when I was 12. One day in the early morning, I was half awake when an earthquake had started, I decided to stay on the ground considering I was 9 and didn't know what to do. Out of nowhere, my gut was telling me to stand up, so I did. Not even 2 seconds later a giant fan fell off a nearby shelf and landed where my face would have been if I didn't get up, potentially injuring and maybe killing me. The second one happened when my mom was telling me about a shoe convention and asked if I wanted to go. Even though I like shoes, something didn't seem right about it, so I declined her offer. Turns out there had been a mass shooting at the convention we were going to go to, luckily, my mom got the same feeling and we both stayed home. We literally dodged a bullet with that one.
Once, my mother told me a story about when she Was little and at church. The pastor that had been there for years already was this old Scottish man but recently this newer pastor came as well and all the kids thought he was cooler and would spend more time near him for church duties and such except my mom who just didn’t like him. Turns out, he was a child predator. To this day, she is very glad she trusted her gut.
I know you're not asking me personally but for the past few weeks I've been making sure I was driving extra safe because I kept getting this feeling to stay alert because I was going to have an accident. Last week I was driving on the interstate and all of a sudden my hood flew up and slammed my windshield. My face and hands were covered with tiny specs of glass. But everything was taken care of in three hours and I was back home with a new windshield. Part of that is because I had a weird feeling urging me to stay alert. I should have been hit, there should have been accidents. No one was hurt. It's amazing. I've been shaken up ever since.
this just goes to show ALWAYS listen to your gut.
5:33 It is not victim blaming to say, "Hey, this situation is unsafe compared to your normal so you should take necessary precautions."
Victim blaming is something along the lines of, "Well she deserved to get kidnapped since she was tying her shoe."
For story 11, my mother always told me to never leave my drink unattended for this reason. Im weirdly grateful that the only time drugs were introduced to me, it was offered rather than forced. i.e. "Would you like to get r**fied" rather than them just doing it without my consent. Still weird and concerning, but not traumatizing.
Mine is when me and my family were going tubing at this big festival area on a river. We had had a few beers and I had heard and noticed the waters were a bit rough that day. We were advised to be careful, but with everyone just hanging out and laughing, it sort of just slipped to the back of everyone's minds. Well, while we were going along the side of the river a good distance into the water, I suddenly felt this strange, awful feeling. I looked over at my elder sister, and had the urge to reach out and grab her. Just as I reached, we suddenly hit a massive, almost like whirlpool, the waves splashed up and knocked my sister out of her tube. I reached out and grabbed her arm just as she had gone under the water and pulled her back up to me, and held onto her arms so she wouldn't go under again. It was one of the scariest moments, as my sister is so light, she easily could've been swept away by the undertow.
Another one would b e when I was at my Aunt's wedding. I live in a rather nice town, so when at the after party, the parents didn't mind if the kids went outside just to hang out in the grass and sit on a nearby little old pipe. I felt something strange, something was HELLA off about it, so I eventually went outside to sit with them so they would at least have someone outside with them a good deal older than them. No less than 10 minutes of me being outside, this man approaches and starts trying to talk to the younger kids, trying to reach out, rub their arm, even asking them at one point if they wanted to go see his apartment. I intervened, and he instead asked me if I wanted to go with him- I ended up hitting him with my wedding purse and took all the kids inside.
One time I was going to the mall with my mom, to get a new pair of shoes for school, and we had gotten in a car crash. I was in fourth grade, and beforehand I had wanted to bring my ds but decided not to. I also went in the middle seat instead of the sides. (Which I usually go to) I don't know why I did that, the middle seat or the ds, but some sort of divine intervention made me safer. (We were all okay, but my mom got a concussion)
Wow, that's insanely lucky!
7:07 Kickbacks are a very real, serious thing! Had one on the table saw in my wood shop class (not me) and the whole board basically slammed against the wall almost in the same way, ten or fifteen feet behind the person cutting. Nobody got hurt, but woodworking tools like that are powerful and dangerous equipment and always should be treated as such. That's why you stand aside!
When I was in 8th grade I was allowed to go home from school with a friend. I had never been to her house before. Her two older sisters and their friends were already there when we got off the bus. As soon as we walked in the door something felt off. Her mom wasn't there. It was just her dad and a bunch of teenaged girls. All the girls would sit on his lap and kiss him on the lips. Then they said it was my turn. I refused. Then everyone started laughing at me and calling me a baby. I didn't budge. This was before cell phones, so I couldn't call my mom. The dad then told my friend to take me outside. We were outside a long time. Afterward, my friend's sister took me home. I was never invited back and my friend distanced herself from me. It was a long time before I realized what likely had happened in that house. I felt really bad for those girls after that.
ohhhhhhh shit, did there ever get anything exposed? cuz that's not a crime that's unpunishable after any amount of time.
@TireFireW I never heard anything about it, so I doubt he was ever caught. Also, law enforcement here has always been a joke.
@@lorisewsstuff1607 :(
My brother drove us to the hospital to visit my dad this one time (long story but he’s okay now) and I sat in the back seat out of habit, even after he invited me to the front I just didn’t like the idea for some reason. We ended up getting in a wreck, both of us were able to walk away but the passenger seat was *totaled* and something ended up stuck in the windshield right where my head would’ve been. I still can’t get myself to sit in the front with him and I can’t stand that intersection. The sad part is we ordered pizza and if he knew his way around we would’ve gone the other way and it wouldn’t’ve happened
A few years ago or so me and my mum were on a walk and we were gonna go on our normal route but I had a feeling, I wanted to go another way. she said ok and we walked for about 15 minutes and this man (about 50 or 60) fell off the back of the bench ⚠️TW- he had a seizer while rock solid on the floor, his eyes rolled back in his head, he was foaming at the mouth and a lot off blood came out of his head. we called an ambulance and I had an urge to check his dogs collar for a number or anything and it said his owner had a pace maker. I told the dispatcher that and she thanked me. I was only 11. after the man recovered it turned out my mum knew his wife. he sent us flowers and always thanks us every time we see him. (btw we were the only ones there when it happened but a couple ppl turned up a few minutes later and just walked past) thank god for gut feelings 🤍🤍
There was one time I’m almost positive I was almost kidnapped. (Possible TW.)
For context, my brother (step uncle, he’s 4 years older than me) sexually assaulted me 2 years ago in 5th grade. I don’t trust men nearly as much as women anymore. Buuut, that has caused me to be super aware of the men around me.
When I was in 6th grade I changed schools and promised my friend I would visit her bus stop to say hello when I could. When I was on my way to the bus stop on a teacher work day, a black truck stopped right in front of me. The road I was on was I think 25-35 mph, so it wouldn’t have taken long to slow down, although the road was INCREDIBLY busy and it’s one of the longest roads in Ohio. At the time Amber alerts were going off more than usual, too. I had a bad feeling inside the house about to go to the bus, although that may have just been me not wanting to be sexualized. When this black truck was stopped, I was also stopped, observing it and trying to remember the license plate. It rolled down its window. Right then I ran backwards (something I’ve learned to do with ease, don’t ask), making sure the guy didn’t come out. The windows were completely tinted. The guy backed up his car to get to me. I started running. I heard his car dash away at about 45 mph (I saw a little bit of how fast he was going in comparison to the regular speed). Thankfully my home was only a 30 second run away. I immediately shut all the blinds in my house, locked all the doors, turned off all the lights, hid, and told everyone I knew about the truck and what it looked like. I’m not sure how I knew what to do, but I’m glad I did.
After school I went to ride my dirt bike and had a gut feeling to put on my neck protector. While riding I hit a barbed wire fence that ripped the neck protector in half where my jaw would’ve been… that gut feeling saved my life.
I've had a similar experience to some of these.
I live in a very small town, less than a hundred people in it in total, just a few blocks of houses and farms. My 'street-smart big-town' nephew was sleeping over at my house for a night, and we decided to walk to my friends house, which was just a block or so away. I can't remember if my friend was already with us, or not when it happened, but about a minute into the walk, still on the street I lived on, a car pulls up next to us. This isn't a COMMON thing, but its not unheard of for cars to stop and ask for directions. They asked "Hey, what nearby town has better restaurants, [Insert town name] or [insert town name]?"
I didn't feel great about that. In general, I have social anxiety and get really edgy around people, some times being downright angry for no reason. My 'street-smart big-town' nephew- who's a few months younger than me- does the oh-so-smart thing of walking RIGHT DANG UP to the car. I immediately think "Whoop, bad idea" and grab the hood of his sweater, yanking him back, and calmly tell the car which town I thought was better. They thank us, and drive off. Safe to say, I rushed me and my nephew to my friends and told my parents a bit later. Mother thought it was WAAAAY weird that they'd asked a pair of kids in the 8-13 range.
At the time, I thought it was just a harmless older couple asking us a question, but still, didn't like it one bit. Coulda been much worse. Never saw them again, as of now. And this was about three, four years ago. Stay safe, people. And please, don't be my nephew. Stay out of arms reach from any random cars.
One time my mother was driving as she thought something wasn’t right. She drove to her fathers house, (my grandfather) and he was so low in sugars he had go to the hospital for days. I’m so thankful because I already lost my grandma, so I don’t want to lost him yet.
I was in Savannah with my fiance and two of our guy friends. It was about 2am, after SHREK RAVE, (so I was in rave clothes, cheeks out) and we were all hammered. While looking for the parking garage I noticed a couple guys that were walking pretty close to us and so I started skipping a little to go faster, making the rest of the group have to jog to keep up, as I was leader. We weren't in a well lit area and there was almost no one around. I went to walk past what seemed like would be a dead end and when I looked it was crowded with people further down and there were two officers on horses. I turned that corner and we went through the crowd, eventually finding the garage. The next day I was told that there were 6 guys following us, and the had started to surround us when I turned to the crowded area. There were 4 of us. I'm not sure what could've happened but I know it wouldnt have been good.
One of my family's honored stories is about my great grandmother on my mother's side. Her kids, including my grandfather, were playing at a nearby river as they usually did. Great Grandmother was doing dishes at home. She suddenly got a bad feeling that she needed to bring the kids back. She dismissed it as a weird feeling, had a lot of house chores to do, the kids were there all the time and nothing bad ever happened. Feeling came and she dismissed it again. Third time the worry came with so much force she rushed out and grabbed the kids. They wanted to grab their toys but she didn't let them take the time. Moment they were leaving a flash flood suddenly ripped through and swept everything away. Even just a few more moments to grab their wooden boats would have caught them in it, they were that close to the flood. Crazy to think if my great grandmother, who I never got to meet, had ignored that gut feeling one more time I wouldn't exist.
Lots of cool family history stories like that in my family.
The car kidnap story freaked me out in a way I can't explain, just the thought of your life being normal one day and then by a minute of distraction it becomes hell. Your friends and family think "Wonder where she went" while you never see your entire life again!
So around a two or so years ago, i was going to the restroom at night which was in my mom/grandma's room, and as i was in the restroom my biological mom had come into my mom's room and started yelling at her saying she needed money. I was used to hearing them argue but this time felt off, so i stayed in the restroom to listen.
This turned out to be extremely helpful as my mom ended up assaulting my grandma, throwing her off of the bed and throwing stuff at her. I was traumatized but i immediately left the restroom and once i got into my room i called the cops. Turns out my grandma had also called the cops while my mom wasn't paying attention so we both had undeniable proof of my mom assaulting her. She doesn't live with us anymore and I'm thankful i heard what was happening, otherwise the cops probably wouldn't have believed what happened.
closest thing was my parents. a day after having what I thought was a stomach bug, i was having a stabbing pain on right side of my torso (to this day the worst physical pain ive ever had) it was early morning (maybe 5ish) my dad had to get up soon for work and my mom same to open her home daycare so they werent completely in a rush to something besides that. so when I told them...they responded "trying sleeping". which i did try, but pain was that bad. told them a second time which they baiscally said "ok something is wrong. he never lies about pain". so my dad got up, dressed and took me to emergancy room. sure enough a few hours later was having my appendix removed. doctors said it was bad...like pretty close to bursting (maybe not minutes or a hour away but close)
Was driving home from down the freeway, nice clear day.
Saw a car whose rear wheel seemed off for some reason.
I am by no means a car guy. I can’t even change my own oil.
I need help changing my own windshield wipers.
So I wouldn’t have the necessary prior knowledge to judge this from a technical standpoint. It was pure gut instinct.
He passed me in the right lane, I decided to slow down a little and put some distance between us.
Boy am I glad I did, because not 2 minutes later, the entire wheel came off.
I managed to break just enough to avoid hitting it as it bounced into oncoming traffic (across a concrete barrier mind you) and then back into our traffic.
I was white knuckling it for a good 5 minutes after
I had this moment at school that saved my life. It was 3-4 in the afternoon and I was in 3rd grade, mind you our dismissal time is at 5pm. I feel that it's important to mention that my school had different buildings for different classes and grade levels. And so our building was right infront of the school garden. My teacher told me to give the papers she handled to me to my history teacher from the other building on the 3rd floor. I said "okay" and I gave it to her. After giving it to her, I was walking my way down the 1st floor when I suddenly had this gut feeling that someone was following me. I discreetly turned my head around and saw a silhouette of an old man coming from the right side of the building. I thought nothing of it so I went my way to my building. After a few moments, I realized the man was actually FOLLOWING me. So I sped up my walking and he sped up his aswell. I kid you not, I ran the fastest and climbed the stairs so fast. Thankfully my classroom is just the second classroom beside the stairs, and the door was open too. I got in sweating and out of breath. I told my classmates but not my teacher. At dismissal time I told my uncle about what happened. And I'm so glad one of my male classmates witnessed what happened to me because he just got out of the male's bathroom. 'Til this day, I still don't know who that person was. And no news was ever heard of a man going inside the school ever again. I don't know what would've happened if I didn't realize he was following me, didn't speed up my walking or if the door to my classroom was closed.
Happened when I was 6. Me and family were at a restaurant, my twin sister went to use the bathroom, suddenly I had some intrusive thoughts of biting a 30ish dude I never saw before. I ran to the bathroom and parents followed, the same 30ish dude was holding my sister and undressing her while she tried to bite him. The door was locked from the inside so I don't know how I got in but I opened it from the inside. For parents it looked like I started heading to the bathroom and suddenly dissapeared and was behind the door.
In 2017 I was sitting at a red light with my sister in the passenger seat and my son in his car seat right behind me. Light turns green, brain says "wait." I look to my left, there's an SUV going pretty fast, looking like it isn't going to stop. So I just stayed there at my green light, brakes fully engaged. The woman in the SUV ran her red light, hit a city utility vehicle that was crossing the intersection, and pushed that truck into my car. If I had pulled forward, she would have T-boned me going 45MPH, and likely would have seriously injured if not unalived me and my son. I double check every intersection before pulling forward now, even if it means I get honked at.
This just shows how dangerous the roads can be.
My second ever drive drive would have been short by a full speed 18 wheeler had I not been taught to check after a green. I was specifically warned that they can't decelerate very fast in a safe manner.
When I was like idk 7, 8 maybe? I was alone in my backyard playing, as an 8 year old does. When I felt... off, so I ran to the door to inside, I dont know why I did this but it saved me. When I got inside I looked back and saw a tall man fleeing through a hole he created in our fence. Still dont know if they cought him
That's actually terrifying
When i was 4 i slept on top bunk, my big brother slept on the bottom. One night i woke up and felt something strange. There is no scientific explanation for what i saw- but i looked over my bunk and saw a silhouette of a head and shoulders. Right in front of me, a foot away. There wasnt any kind of furniture in the room that could have made that shape. I reached out to touch it and felt nothing. After a while of staring at it i went back to sleep, unnerved. Only 15 years later i was told by my mom that a woman had died in that house before we moved there.. i dont know. But i swear to everything that is holy, i saw it. I think kids have a sixth sense.
I've had two instances where gut feelings probably saved both myself and my brother.
The first time, he and I were home by ourselves and we decided to walk to a Dollar General a few blocks away to grab some snacks. On the way, we passed a truck sitting in a parking lot, didn't think anything of it, moved on. On our way back, my brother noticed that some guy had gotten out of the truck and was now walking on the same road as we were, but on the opposite side. We both kind of panicked. I noticed his shoelace was untied, so I told him to tie it both to allow him to run if it came to that and to stall for a moment. The guy kept walking, and I kept an eye on him. He went past us as my brother finished tying his shoe. We kept walking, then turned onto a random street. My brother said that the guy turned back to see if we were still there. When he saw we weren't, he booked it back the way he came. My brother and I locked ourselves in the house as soon as we got there.
The other time, he and I were walking through a town, going the same way we'd go every day. I got this random paranoid feeling, like, "What if someone's following us?" I started keeping an eye on the cars that we passed and that passed us. We passed a car parked by the curb. A minute later, it went past us, then turned onto a side street. We kept going. It passed us again. My brother and I confirmed our worries with each other that yes, we both thought that guy was following us. It parked further up the street again. My brother, at this point, had his hand in his pocket with his pocketknife in case we needed it. I pulled out my phone and pretended to be talking to someone as we walked past. The guy started driving again a bit after we passed him, but we managed to walk down a one-way street the opposite way to shake him before he caught up with us again.
Story 15 tho...That one I personally have experienced a very similar situation myself. I was walking home from school and was approaching an area of the path I take that goes through a forested are. Everything was dead silent and I had this unshakable feeling of “something’s not right” so I decided to take a different route. The next day on the news they were talking about how someone was mauled to death by a cougar in that exact wooded area I would have been in
The sad thing is that too many people don’t listen to their gut. The gut knows best…
I like that this channel has someone actually reading the stories and not just some robot, and that he also talks about it after the story is done
one day, soccer team from my small town scheduled for a match in our own stadium. i don't like soccer much but my brother is a fan of that team. somehow i sensed something was wrong and told my brother "you should watch it on tv". guess what happen? our soccer team lost, fans were angry and stormed the field, police got involved with their riot gear and tear gas, and chaos ensued with total count of 108 local citizen dead. i just dodged a bullet. you can try to look it up on google but i don't think any journalist write it in english. it was kanjuruhan stadium massacre.
Possibly 174 people were killed due to the actions of the Indonesian police on 3rd October 2022.
yes, initial report said 108 people dead but i didn't count the injured and the number might grow overtime. i've heard local college professor investigated that their tear gas contain poison. goddamn that's so f*cked up.
It wasn't a gut feeling and it wasn't mine but my grandfather's. When I was 8 my grandfather saw a dream where darkness engulfed me and that morning he said that I should be very careful today and that my family should pray for me.(I come from Baptist family). That day my older brother had a intrusive thought(he only years later told me that) where he just wanted to see how I looked with a smashed head. I fell down.(did not know how at the time) A bucket which had a brick in there started falling and my head just moved little to the side. The brick landed next to my face and the bucket grazed my head. Now I have a scar on my head and if either brick or the bucket would have landed on me directly I would be probably dead.
Story 5 reminds me of something that doesn't end with a happy ending persay. I was living with my grandmother at time but decided to spend new years with my mother. I had a strong urge to go get my computer at home to have something to do at moms house. This feeling got stronger and I asked my mom to take me over before midnight hit. The front door opens to landing between teh stairs down and a sliding door to the kitchen. So by all means I'd have to run down stairs grab my computer and run out not really entering the main part of the house... Before I went downstairs I felt something physically stop me. The feeling something was wrong was dizzying. I aborted going down stairs and opened teh door to the kitchen. First two hints something was wrong the dog with teh leash on running around and the smell of something bitter-putrid. My grandmother in the few hours I was gone had a massive brain aneurysm. If I had not come home she would have died on that floor without any finial good byes. Because I found her relatively quickly it gave enough time for everyone to say their finial good byes. There was never any chance to save her, but at least she didn't have to die alone on the floor.
This isn’t big compared to some others on here, but here goes. I have a lot of freckles, of various colors and sizes. So, I’m seeing a new dermatologist, and while doing an examination to catalog all of my freckles and moles I get this weird feeling about one on my arm. I let her know early on in the examination, but she kind of brushed me off. I was insistant that something was off about it. So eventually she agrees to remove it via a punch biopsy since I was so concerned about it. Turned out I was right to be worried. The biopsy came out positive for skin cancer- melanoma to be exact. I had to go back in a month later cause they didn’t get all of it in the punch and they ended up removing a 5cm by 1cm slice of skin and tissue.
As soon as that one mentioned being in the Amazon i KNEW it was gonna be a jungle goes silent situation.
I was a pretty sick kid and spent time in and out of hospitals battling a chronic illness. Around age 16 I wasn't able to go to school for a good few months, and spent a while sick at home while the public school system sent a "homebound teacher" to the house to cram my entire education into ~8 hours a week. (I could go on a rant about how the US public school system does the bare minimum for kids that need any kind of accommodations, but I'll save that for another time...) Essentially what this meant was that I had a few hours to kill before my "school" for the day started, and because I was a teenager, I often spent that time napping or reading.
There were no legal adults at home that morning. My sister (~13 years old then) was the only other person in the house, only because she had felt sick that morning and stayed home from school. I left my room to use the bathroom, started walking down the hall, and then paused to look at the door to her room, where she was napping. I didn't know why, but I felt the need to check on her, so I knocked on the door and called her name. No answer.
I assumed that I hadn't spoken loud enough for her to hear, or she just didn't feel like answering. I was used to getting yelled at or ignored when I knocked on the door to bug her, y'know, siblings and all. I tried to open the door. It was locked. Okay, still pretty normal for her. I could have just walked away, and I can't really explain why I did what I did next. Something just felt...slightly different about this, I guess. At the time I didn't really understand what the feeling was. We kept a key on top of the thermostat that could unlock any of the bedroom doors from the outside, partly in case one of us was in trouble and tried to lock our parents out and partly in case of emergencies. I ran, got the key, forced her door open, and called her name again.
She was sleeping on the bed. Still no answer. I went to wake her up, and glanced at her nightstand. There was a note. I barely skimmed it, bolted out the door, and called 911. They got there just in time. She had tried to OD not too long before I had gotten up and checked on her.
She survived, and we're both doing a lot better now. She has a nice job as a backend web developer. I still can't parse that feeling, and I still can't stop thinking about what it was that drove me to be so persistent in checking on her...but I'll always be grateful for "just having a feeling". If it weren't for that, she wouldn't be here.
I was around 4 or 5. Me & my mom were walking back from Walmart to home. I had a feeling something wasn't right with the weather, so I constantly asked my mom to go to the storm shelter of our town. At first she refused, but then one of her friends asked to play a round of billiards (known in the area as table pool, or pool for short) since the only billiard tables where at the entrance to the storm shelter to our area, I (much to my mom's confused disbelief) agreed. Just after 2 rounds of the game, my money & me take one step outside and the tornado sirens go off for a tornado warning. Back inside we go. A similar event occurred when I was with my aunt and mom at my aunt's mobile home. I bugged my mom & aunt until my mom took me to pay some bills. On the way to do so I asked to stop at a Walmart, my mom said not unless we get you a belt, my pants were loose and sliding down. On the way home, however, I tricked my mom into visiting Walmart, I said it was for a belt, but I then played hard to get by saying that I didn't like one feature or another of the belts we saw. Just after we got to the belts in the center of the store, the lights go out & then over intercom a staff says, to go to the center of the store as a tornado emergency has been issued for our area. It happened sometime in-between these events as well in Tuskalusa AL, when I was in a mental hospital. I couldn't focus on the book my mom had gotten for me, so I was walking up & down the hallway. One of the other patients came up to me & asked what's wrong. I merely stated that something wasn't right with the weather, then I noticed what I had said. At that moment a staff member started heading our way, I made the remark suggesting that we'd be sent to the tornado shelter areas of the building by her, & the patient I was talking to opened his mouth as if to say something, but before he could we were all told to follow her to the storm shelter areas of the building as a tornado emergency was in effect. As I started to follow her, I glanced behind me while saying "told ya." The look on his face! 😂 In hindsight, it was understandable, but still funny. I'll be honest, every time I have done this, I get a look that says "How the F&_$ did you know that?!" Or at least, "WTF." No one says anything about it, but you can just tell. It's most noticeable from my mom, though she's the one who it occurred the most often with.
That's so cute actually
The Mall of America was a hang out spit for me back when I would wait on busses. Sometimes, when I was 20 or so, I would find a banch and just read a book in the mall. I was in front of a Marshall's store when a 1 year old looking girl waddled out of the store without her mom. Our state gets a lot of immigration from Somalia, and from the look of her, I could tell that was her family's story, and she might not even know English if she could talk. So as she started to waddle away, I hollered, "Aye!" And when she looked at me, I snapped and pointed to the spot in front of me, which also was the spot in front of the Marshall's entrance. After all, there was only one entrance to the store, Momma was going to come through it eventually. So baby girl went to stand in the spot I was pointing and just stared up at the ceiling. As I continued to just play the waiting game, an unkempt man in a duster started to approach from the the left, he didn't notice me; his gaze was fixed on the girl. My body tensed up as he called to the girl and reached for her hand. I abruptly yelled, "Excuse me!!" And I gave him a shock as he looked at me and said, "Oh, is she yours?" I'm a white girl, btw, so I just said, "Clearly!" And he hurried away. I did not like how that was playing out, that man could have easily told people that he was the father and the girl was too young to talk for herself. Not to mention, immigrants get targeted for crime all the time because their newness to the country and the English language make getting proper help a significantly slower process.
Several minutes later, the mom eventually came busting out of the store, grabbed her baby girl, and vanished back inside without even seeing me. To this day, over 15 years later, she has no idea.
The Mall of America, while a massive tourist location, is also a chaotic location that, together with how it's only a few hours away from the Canadian boader, is sadly one of the biggest kidnapping locations in this side of the country.
Went out drinking with some friends. There were four of us in total, but one was our designated driver and a teetotalist. Two of my friends got completely wasted, but I wasn't too bad and planned to walk home- I lived very close to where we'd been drinking. Watching my teetotalist friend trying to herd my two inebriated friends to her car gave me a really bad vibe. Worried, I went after them and said I was coming too, even though that would mean the teetotalist would have to drive *back* to my town to drop me off.
I'm so glad I made this decision. One of my friends lived in the next town over, and the other out in the sticks, which meant driving along unlit, narrow, and unfrequented roads. As soon as we reached these roads, my two drunk friends became incredibly hyper. They started pulling, pushing, and poking the teetotalist (one drunk friend sat in the passengers seat, the other in the back with me). Teetotalist stared twisting around and slapping their hands away, and the car swerved dangerously. I immediately grabbed one drunk friend's hands to stop him hitting the driver, and yelled at my friend to focus on the road while I dealt with them. Fortunately drunk friend in the front stopped after I hit her shoulder and snapped at her, but I still had to deal with drunk friend in the back poking and hitting me all the way back.
Long story short, we did all get home safely that night, though I woke up the next morning with severe rib bruising that made movement and breathing difficult. I didn't tell my friend about the bruises- he hadn't meant to hurt me, I think he was trying to tickle me but was way too drunk. I don't want to think about what would have happened if he'd attempted to 'tickle' the teetotalist while driving.
one time i was on my bike going out, i suddenly had a massive feeling of needing to slam the brakes on my bike (i was going pretty slow) and just as i was about to leave the driveway, a massive 4x4. truck comes zooming down my street.
Yikes you almost got isekaid
what does that mean@@dynogamergurl
Here’s my story I don’t know how fitting it is but back in 2019 during the summer I was randomly getting sick not like a flu, but I would randomly get the urge to puke. Sometimes I did and sometimes I didn’t we all chucked up to the summer heat because I don’t sweat. Normally I have to be extremely hot to start sweating and it isn’t a slow sweat. I will start pouring sweat but I overheat easily but one day I had a splitting headache, so I take a nap. I wake up and headache is gone a few minutes later, I feel sick so I go to the bathroom and I puke good amount so I get up from the floor run my mouth out and I was about to turn back into my room when something felt like it was trying to force me the other way like my body was trying to tell me to go somewhere else and being in a days and still so much sick I walk out to the living room where we find out I’m having a vocal seizure That’s where you can’t speak too well meaning you forget or can’t say words like you can know what you wanna say but you just won’t be able to say it so we call an ambulance. The seizure is over by the time I get to the hospital a few days later to do a brain scan check for any abnormal things we find something abnormal in my brain waves so again MRI a few days later or called back and told to pack a bag full of clothes when we get there we are told and shown I had a baseball size brain tumor that I just didn’t care. I just couldn’t care any less after the surgery, I often find myself thinking back to when I was walking out of the bathroom, if I turned left and went back into my room who knows what would happened because there was no signs up until MRI say I wouldn’t be dead. A few days after the tumor was removed. I constantly think about that that small to turn left might’ve killed me.
when i was 8 there's been many cases of child kidnapping in my country
so my mom warned me to not listen to any stranger even if he told me he want help(because these was the most methods used to kidnap children back then)
and one day i was in the store,searching for something to buy when a guy was like 20 yrs old told me my mom is calling me outside the store.
i had this bad feeling so i stayed in the store like 10 mins then decided to go out to check
but then i didn't see anyone (not my mother nor the guy)
The seller knew my mother because he was her family friend and i asked him,he said he didn't see her
and when i return she told me she never left the house.
i probably wouldn't have been here if i didn't listen to my mother lol.
The blood clot one, I had a similar experience.
In December 2021 the weekend before xmas my hubby and son and I went to a cute town square about an hour from our city. Earlier that day we had taken my 7 month old to Gymboree and I was having issues getting on the ground, my leg hurt, I thought it was a pulled muscle. I ignored it. So after we went to the town square and looked at lights and things we were on our way home and we decided to get dinner. The restaurant was fairly empty, we were in an area where when we started eating we were the only ones there. About 10 mins before we left all of a sudden it was packed and since covid was still prevalent I really wanted to leave. The next day I work up with a tight chest and thinking, oh no I either have a cold or covid.
That was a Sunday, Monday I woke up and it was worse. I was getting out of breath walking from the couch to the bathroom. That night I sat on my bed for 30 mins trying to catch my breath after going to the bathroom. After 30 mins I realized something was really wrong and waiting until the next day to go to urgent care wasn't a good idea. So off to the ER I went.
They did a CT and I had blood clots. I also have POCS (cysts that cause heavy periods) and the birth control pills they give to control that can cause blood clots. So I was admitted. They told me I wouldn't have made it through the night. They said the pain in my leg were blood clots forming and that they moved up and went through my heart and then landed in my lungs. I was put on a heparin drip for a few day and Xmas eve they did a pulmonary embolectomy and let me got the next after noon.
The hematologist said she'd never seen someone with so many blood clots before. I was so lucky. She did some tests, they have to be repeated a few weeks later and she confirmed I have an auto immune disorder that causes blood clots, it's the opposite of hemophilia. So I'm on blood thinners for life. I'm just glad I get to see my son grow up.
I'm really happy to see doctors that listen to patients when they have a bad feeling! In medicine, especially ER med, sometimes patients legitimately can tell when they are about to die. If you tell a paramedic that you have an impending feeling of doom/think you're about to die, they tend to take that stuff pretty seriously.
Story 10 got me bc the same thing happened to me. Was about 11 or 12 and my stomach hurt that morning before school but I knew I wasn't sick. I insisted on staying home that day and wanted my grandmother to as well. She went to work and an half hour later my mom who works night shift bust through the door saying my grandmother had a wreck. Tboned on the driver side but hit a stop sign on the passenger side which bent the car almost 90 degrees. She almost died and if I weren't "sick" that day, I probably would've.
When he said “we were on our way to pick up a new kitten” I felt that rush of joy and excitement over getting a new pet so real and vivid
The last story is REALLY similar to what happened to my dad, one day in 2020 out of absolutely nowhere he told me and my siblings he needed surgery for his heart and that he had an aneurysm on his heart due to bicuspid aortic valve and that if the doctors didn’t catch it while looking for something else he would have died before his next birthday out of nowhere and the thing that makes it worse was the fact that because of this he had extreme fatigue and was lifting really heavy weights at the gym and worked a very spontaneous work schedule for the railroad. To top it off 2 years later one day I get random symptoms (that to this day I have no idea what they were from) and my parents freak out and I had 2 MRIs and had had many doctors appointments with different types of doctors. So the day that I went to get my heart looked at they find out I ALSO have Bicuspid aortic valve just not with an aneurysm because of how young I was. I just think that it is absolutely insane that while looking for the cause of COMPLETELY different symptoms that we never found the cause for we found that I also had bicuspid aortic valve. So if I didn’t get those random symptoms I probably would NEVER know that I had BAV and could’ve died in my 30s
Me and my sister went hiking with her friend and her friend's brother. I knew the brother pretty well, and obviously my sister knew her friend better. So we decided to switch things up- I went with the friend and my sister went with the brother. Later, my sister told me how in around the middle of the hike, the brother had asked my sister if she wanted to walk to the edge of the cliff to get an amazing view. My sister thought something was wrong, and refused since she knew they were too high for a good view anyway. That night, we found out that the brother had been planning to push my sister off the cliff. My sister's friend turned the brother in to the cops, and he was arrested. My sister says she will never trust a boy again.
For anyone wondering, we found out because the friend had walked in in the brother talking to his friend about his plan to kill my sister hadn't worked.
My mother told me to always trust your gut when something don't feel right, or when someone elses gut is trying to warn them/you about something. I have three stories where both situations happened (two personal ones, and one from a friend). They're kinda long, so i won't share unless someones interested.
I am.
@@isa_zora463 I might have to make two posts to share it all, but I'll try not to turn it into a novel. I'll start with the two shortest ones then.
My gut feeling once predicted my first major seizure an entire night before it happened. That night when I tried to go to sleep something akin to a litany started playing in my head repeating "don't sleep. Stay awake until my brother is awake". A bit of context, my brother is a super early riser. I had moved to the living room to wait for him, but once he was up the litany changed. It became "stay awake until mom is awake". I remember being relieved when I saw my dad leave for work cuss that meant my mom was awake. I told him to drive safe, and my memory ends there. I was later told after I properly woke up in the hospital that my dad had left for work 5 hours before my seizure, so that was an interesting thing to hear.
The next short one comes courtesy of an old friend. It was getting late (not quite dark out yet) and me and some friends were walking back from the park we hung out at often, when one of them stopped in his tracks, got really pale, and insisted on going the long way. The main path from our location would take us out in about 5 min, but the long way would take about 15-20 since it was a small hiking trail around the park clearing. Most of the group protested saying their parents would yell at them for not being home before dark, but something about his expression gave me pause. Between the two of us we convinced them to take the scenic route as i like to call it. Not even 5 minutes after we left the park we saw some of our parents rushing towards us. We thought we'd get in trouble for being out after dark, but turns out they heard police sirens headed to the park and got really worried. We later found out that there was a stabbing on the path we would have been on. We later asked my friend about that day, but he just said he couldn't explain it beyond something deep inside him begging to avoid that path. I for one am glad we listened.
My phone is really not liking the really long post so I'll put the long story in its own in a few minutes when I'm done typing it.
@@isa_zora463 right so the long story. This happened one night my second year in college during the summer quarter where I was taking a night time class. An important bit of context is that my college is located smack dab in the middle of a genuine forest, like I'm talking about miles upon miles of hiking trails forest. An important thing to remember is that I had never once in my time there felt anything other than perfectly safe and comfortable at all hours of the day or night. Being that it was summer I was in a dress and heels, but despite that the walk back to my dorm was only about 10-20 min away since the bulk of the campus is pretty small. That day I had stayed late to chat with the professor which wasn't uncommon for me to do given my intense interest in the subject, so I didn't even walk out of the building until a little after midnight. However once I stepped out those doors I got the STRONGEST gut feeling of my life to not walk home alone. I stood there for several minutes looking around trying to find the source of the feeling, but there was nothing. The feeling was so strong I genuinely debated going back in the building and trying to hunker down for a night. That was when I looked across the walkway at the well lit office of campus security and remembered something my blind friend had told me a few months back. She told me about a time she also stayed late with her guide dog, and ended up getting a bit creeped out, so she called campus security who came and walked her and her guide dog back to the dorms. Campus security is always open with someone there 24/7, and the moment I decided to go to them I felt like I could move again, but only in that direction. To say they were confused is an understatement, since there was nothing on their cameras, and I also saw nothing. Regardless they still took me seriously and one of the security officers sat down with me in the office to try to get specifics that unfortunately I didn't have beyond the feeling. It wasn't until I flat out told him in my mild panic that never once in the almost two years of being there had I ever felt like that. More than anything that seemed to convince him that I wasn't making things up or on something. Instead of walking he drove me over to the dorms and made sure I got to the door okay. I was there for another 2ish years, but that was the only time something like that ever happened while I was there. I never did learn what my gut was trying to warn me of. My best guess is that maybe something was hunting me, however that stretch of forest is known for lots of deer, but no predators, so I truly to this day have no idea. So if your gut ever tries to warn you of something, listen to it, even if you come across as a crazy person who may be on drugs.
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@@brunocamposquenaoeoyoutuber wtf i had posted two super long messages with the stories, but now I see they've disappeared. Its pretty late, so I'll try again tomorrow. Sorry to disappoint. Idk what happened to them, so I'll see if breaking them up smaller helps.
The mom probably spoke briefly with the daycare woman, and subconsciously noted that she was both sleepy and inattentive. And that there was a pool. The information takes a while to seep through the brain. Same with the woman who was holding the pills... the brother had sensed something was up with her. The mood she was in when he last spoke to her started a subconscious timer in his head counting down to the moment she was likely to make a desperate decision. Same with all of these. Humans are so unbelievably perceptive about other people and the environment. To me that's just as amazing as a supernatural explanation.
I haven't really gotten a chance to use my gut intuition, because I don't go out much, and I'm always accompanied by someone who's trusted. But there was this one time recently, it didn't save per se, but I still thought something was...off. We (family) were at McD's waiting to get food brought out to us. There was a red truck next to us, doing the same as us presumably. 2 guys in the front watching shorts, but a guy in the back was just looking at the shorts too, but then he stared out the window, at my sister, who was watching shorts as well. I noticed and told her, but then, he put a flashlight in HER FACE. The doors were already locked, the guys in the front were just hanging out, but the guy in the back was SUPER suspicious. So my sister went and RickRolled him. When the worker came out to bring my food, I saw the guy in the back talking to the guy at the wheel, who lost his smile, put the phone away, and drove off. It was weird at first, but now whenever we see a red truck we joke about them.
Basically, stay safe and ALWAYS TRUST YOUR GUT.
A few months ago me and my best friend were hanging out at this elementary school that's really close to both of us, we hung out there pretty often at that point in time and even though we're both pretty paranoid people we were comfortable hanging out there at night even though there are usually creeps around there. This one day we had been there for a couple hours, long enough to notice a fence in the middle of the field that wasn't there before (i think they were doing plumbing stuff in the field and didn't want the kids running into a big hole) and long enough for it to start getting dark. We were sitting up on one of the play structures when she said she was hearing voices, now this isn't unusual since we're usually smoking weed and that makes us both more susceptible to sound distortion, but we just locked eyes and I started getting this horrible feeling. Suddenly we heard what sounded like a fence being hopped and we both started to hear men talking pretty loudly from across the field, since we're both small girls we immediately started grabbing our shit at lighting speed and getting tf outta dodge. I've never grabbed my things and somebody else's things and shoved them in my tote so fast, and when we were both standing I looked up to that fence that was in the field and saw a flashlight from the other side approaching the fence. As if that wasn't terrifying enough, as we were practically jumping down the steps of the structure I head a distant "don't go!" almost shat myself. I didn't tell her in the moment cause I didn't want to freak her out more, after we slid under the front fence to get out we turned back and saw multiple people on the playground. I called my brother as soon as we heard them and he heard the panic in my voice cause after we got out of the school and ran into the neighborhood he pulled up faster than ever (life360) and drove us both home even though she lived around the corner. I still get heart palpitations when I think about it.
I have a constant idling this. It hasn't really saved me, but others more often than not, and it has a very specific feeling. The left side of my head gets sudden chills as if a breeze went over a fresh shave. It got to the point that the group of people I was around a lot would notice and get the feeling of dread. I've unintentionally predicted deaths without knowing the people. Those people realized after the second time of getting that feeling and turning to a random one of them and saying, "I'm sorry for your loss" that the third time they all began freaking out, wondering which of them was going to get the phone call this time. I've creeped out a lot of people, especially ones I don't know at all, and just leave ominous messages to either take care of themselves or to check on someone else. Most recent I was watching a Corpse husband video and had the compulsion to go to Twitter and leave a message for Sykkuno to check on Corpse because I just knew he was in a bad place and was going to do something bad. It wasn't even a recent video, it was a couple years old. That feeling would not stop until I did that. I'll be walking and something just stops me and my attention gets drawn to something or someone and i have no clue what does it, mainly when it's a person because they tend to look completely normal. If I can't shake that feeling that this thing or person has something about it/them then I'll just pay attention and see if it's anything I have it in my power to do something about. I don't understand it myself, it's creepy to the random people I can't stop myself from giving them cryptic messages, so I do know how unnerving this random stranger is and I wish I could stop it myself.
Bro has a real life superpower
I kinda have a story for this. So when I was in elementary school me and some friends were walking around the block just messing around. One of my friends catches something in the corner of his eye. He tells us there was body sleeping or something in a car and that he saw a gun. He tells us we should probably go but me and my friend are curious and didn't believe him. We go to look and these people (maybe like 20 something?) peek out from behind the house. They give us this look like they need us to leave but one of my friends thinks its probably fine. At this point me and my friend who saw the sleeping guy in the car just tell him to go. My friend finally comes with and we start running. About a week later the house got swatted and we haven't seen those people or any cars at that house since. I still sometimes wonder what would have happened if we hadn't gotten my friend to leave.
humans are much smarter than we let on, our instincts can often be pretty spot on seeing as how we evolved to survive. ALWAYS trust your gut feeling, even if you're wrong it's better safe than sorry
once when i was nine me, my brother and my mother went to the park, and when we where going back home we had to pass trough those crosswalk or pedestrian crossing, and my gut told me "DONT MOVE YOU'RE GONNA DIEEE" so i stopped my mom and brother from crossing and a second later a car started speeding with three cops following the car at max speed-
lesson learned, always trust your guts or else you might die
"this is a mothers power" they also have the power to send a slipper to space
Not mine, but my mother's feeling saved me. When I was 12 or 13 I had to go to school via a van driver (this is very common practice outside the US since busses aren't available in most parts of the city.) At this time, my baby brother was about 3 or 4 years old. At this age, kids usually have their baby teeth fall out. Well, the 2 of us had the same driver. The man was a man in his 30s from our country and spoke our language as well, he was experienced and punctual except for being late. Well, put simply, the man molested and groomed me during the time we were together. I told nobody. Didn't say a word. I didn't even fully understand what was happening to me, I genuinely thought he was just uncomfortably friendly and open with me. From what I know, he never harmed my little brother. Or at least I hope he didn't. He didn't show any signs of discomfort or fear and wasn't too bothered at all except some car sickness which runs in the family, which he eventually overcame. Well, one day, my brother's first baby tooth fell out. My mom was horrified. My mother is a doctor, she knows this is normal for a baby. I know this is normal for a baby. But my mother tends to be a bit paranoid at times. She thought he was beating my brother, and was livid. At first, I tried to argue to give her some reasoning. I didn't want the cops called. I was scared the man would tell them what he did. Selfish, I know, but I was 12. Anyway, I came to my senses and decided to use this as my opportunity to escape. she thankfully didn't listen to me earlier and soon after changed our van driver.
Yesterday my mom had a gut feeling that i shouldnt go out. I did anyways and my friend's car's engine almost flooded from the heavy rain on the road. Luckily nothing really bad happened but it really couldve been and i shouldnt have went out.
My mum had one of these as well, and it saved my life, hard.
So not long after I was born, I was tested positive for jaundice, and was in the procedure.
My mum was not able to sleep ( this is the start of her gut feeling )
The mask covering my eyes from the UV light actually slipped on to my nose.
I had a blocked nose because of the rough shower I was given after birth.
So basically, I couldn’t breathe.
On mum’s side, she just had the feeling to check on me, and she was right to.
She immediately called a doctor and they quickly took me out and removed my mask.
I honestly cannot thank her enough. ily mom❤
Back in 2020, my bio mother started doing illegal things, and I picked up on it quickly. But I didn't think anything was wrong with it because she had lost her job, and money was *extremely* tight. She and my step dad started getting into horrible fights, and she started cheating on him. I was not okay with this in the slightest. But didn't know what to do about it. Eventually she started leaving to go to hotels with my siblings and myself, *with* this other dude. One night I had an absolute horrible feeling in my gut. So I didn't leave with her, it turns out that (according to my sister) the other dude had asked about me, and said that "he was sad that I didn't come."
Idk about you, but it felt like something would've happened to me if I had gone with my mother. Also that night though, I got to spend time with my step dad who was more of a dad than my actual dad has ever felt.
I actually have several "gut feeling" stories from growing up (There's a reason Spidey's one of my favorite superheroes, for Spidey senses).
Two years ago my PE class (myself included) were walking home from the tennis courts and we all had tennis rackets. I felt something was up, so I slowed and kept my eyes on the guy behind me, who was doing tricks. Some seconds later the racket bounced out of his hand, and no joke went for my head. I had been preparing for something, so I ducked by the time it came over. If I hadn't, I would probably at least have a concussion, considering it was metal. About a year before a pretty similar thing happened where someone swung a baseball bat, and I managed to miss it. More recently we were about to go onto a camp trip, snd something felt off about it. I stayed at home for 3 days, but heard there was a host of events, from food poisoning to a thief nearly taking my friends stuff.
Several years before I was in the kitchen pretending to be a forklift when my little brother was playing underneath a rice cooker, and it fell down. Keeping in mind it weighted a couple of kilos, and just happened to catch it.
In the last couple of months, there have been two more incidents. One of our beach toys got lost, and I decided to swim after it. As it too far away, I decided it wasn't worth it and headed back because a) rips and b) sharks. We got it back in the end. I was driving a few weeks ago, and noticed an old Nissan Patrol 4WD behind me, speeding. At first I thought he was tailgating and got the sense to drive normally at the speed limit. Although he turned on the lights (this happened in the daytime) I decided to hild my ground and a actually go under the limit. Eventually he got the message, and backed off. We cane up to a roundabout and some questionable biker went through, so I stopped. They had no indicators on, so they would be at fault. Next thing you know, I hear brakes screeching and the 4WD comes past and partially mounts the kurb, shooting through the roundabout. Me being in a Mini Cooper was not impressed. It was pure luck, me sensing something was up and slowing that probably meant he missed us instead of rear-ending our sports Mini. After some seconds, I continued through while some witnesses were watching and made it to the stop lights were at. I backed just in case he chose road rage, and realized he had a trailer with bikes. The driver stepped out and turned out to be an amputee with his left arm gone, and sheepishly exchanged seats with a able-bodied passenger while holding up the traffic when the lights were green.
This is all true, although it is a lot. No cap.
Twice for me, both times involving impatient drivers breaking laws. First was crossing a street - had the walk signal, no one was at the light, then when I look over (I always check, I've never just trusted people to follow the rules) and see this red truck coming up kinda fast, and I think to myself "Yeah, he's not gonna stop", even though his light had been red for a good 15 seconds. Sure enough, he sped through, right where I would've been if I had walked out. Second time involved some twit weaving between barrier cones to make an illegal left into a driveway I was about to cross, but I stopped short because something told me they were going to lose their temper and cut through. Thankfully, those cones have since been replaced with sturdier ones and placed too close to squeeze between them.
Serious one:
My gut feeling didn't really save me. When I was in high school, I worked part-time in the print shop for the school district. I had actually visited there multiple times since I was in middle school as my mother and uncle both worked in the same building. There was one guy there. I never really liked him, but I never really hated him. Something just felt off about him. One day he no called no showed and everyone worried about him. They even went by his house and found his dogs locked up and his truck gone. Later that day, the mood took a huge turn. Everyone was so angry. It scared me as I was specifically told by my uncle to stay in the print shop and not to leave. He pulled my only 2 other coworkers who were there at the time out into the hallway to talk to them. A "customer" (staff member from a school picking up that school's print order) came in, so I had to get one of my coworkers. My uncle was mad at me for coming out. I could tell something bad happened. I was worried the guy had died. My mother explained to me on the car ride home that the guy had been arrested for hiring a "working girl," an underage one. It made the news that night. They had a picture of him in the orange jump suit and everything. His arrest was mostly over shadowed as they also arrested a substitute teacher from another district in the sting. But since he worked for the district, he did get a brief mention. About a week later, it finally hit me that I was around this guy when I was as old as the girl he tried to hire. I have never been more thankful to be a guy. Who knows what might have happened as I was alone with him more than once, and there were no cameras inside where I worked.
5:00 i had a similar situation happen but i was the friend. I was walking in my neighborhood, during the day, with two dogs and this white van started driving veryyyy slow behind me. Normally my neighborhood is desolate but i got so lucky someone happened to be out doing something with their car and just struck up a random conversation with. The van drove off so fast and the guy just went back to whatever he was doing. will forever be grateful he just happened to be out and was aware enough to notice something was off. (on a side note: the driver must've been so stupid, like he was gonna try to grab me in broad daylight while i had two dogs...?)
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this happened to me. my friend and I were at the store when we were ten, and she had realized that an old man was wherever we were. she brought me to the clothing section and told me. we went and found my parents, after we left, we saw the guy walking out of the store. my niece (4 at the time) was also with us... im just thankful she realized
not me but a friend-a few years back he went on a trip to the US with his family and had a blast, but there was one incident where he was walking on this random street with his older brother and was just about to round the corner and go to a souvenir store (since they wanted souvenirs), but he got a bad feeling about it and they went to a different store.
a few days later he read on the news that two kids were kidnapped in the same area they had decided not to go to. those two kids were in the same situation as them-two foreign kids visiting a new place who wanted to buy souvenirs. he later told us that if he and his brother had rounded the corner, they would be the ones on the news instead.
When I was 2, my mom, grandma and I just arrived at a shopping centre where there was this playground thing and I would play there. Just as I reached there, I started crying and telling them to go home because I felt weird and scared. They tried to convince me to stay but I wouldn't stop screaming and crying so they brought me back home. Then we saw people in group chats talking about how there was a fire in that shopping centre at the floor where the playground was at, not a big one but still pretty scary. The fire started right after we left the shopping centre.