3. No Brakes FLying Down A Mountainside
I was driving on a small treacherous mountain road and my brakes went out. My friend talked me through it and I was able to stop my truck by easing into the mountain side at 55 mph. The truck flipped and rolled and landed on the edge of a cliff. My friends head was crushed during the roll. He tried to breathe but his neck was broken. He died as I was trying to talk to him.
4. Wrestling Becomes Tragedy
In ’76 I was 6 years old. My grandpa was my best friend and my hero. He always wore stripped bib overhauls so I had to have matching ones. I’d sit on his lap and we’d eat Cheetos and watch Zorro. We’d also play a silly game, pulling hair out of each other’s arm.
We were wrestling around one day and I hit him in the nose with my head and it started to bleed, so badly that he ended up in the hospital. He died 2 days later. I was always told that I remembered it wrong and I had nothing to do with it. Last year I was at my uncles, another man who I greatly admired. I knew he would tell me the truth so I asked him. He pretty much said I remembered it correctly. Grandpa was taking blood thinners and the hospital never really got the bleeding stopped and he basically choked to death. Before anyone says my uncle was an asshole for telling me this, I am grateful to finally know the truth.
