12. Not me but my dad and mom were traveling in Spain for vacation and someone hopped out of an alley with a knife and demanded my mom’s purse. My dad stepped in front of her and was gutted before the guy took off. Still has a 8 inch scar up his belly. He never talks about it, and I’ve only heard him tell the story once.
13. I’ve survived two. Both were attempted by the same person. I went to an all girls boarding school for a little over a year because of behavior. All of the girls were there for behavior, so as you can assume there were some… more extreme girls. One of them was my roommate for a long time and we absolutely did not get along.
Something you should know about me: I’m deathly allergic to strawberries. This of course is common knowledge at the school because they had to be very careful about not accidentally killing me and the students had to be aware because the students are the cooks. One night during study hall the teacher brought us all cookies. They were like fake oreos or something and they were individually packaged. My roommate put a cookie in my mouth, so naturally I opened up and took a bite. The second it touched my tongue I knew it was off. Strawberry. I rushed to the bathroom and spit it out and started to go into a panic. The teacher read the ingredients and found that although the cookie was strawberry flavor, there were no actual strawberries. My roommate was “relieved” that I didn’t go into anaphylaxis shock, and said that it was an “accident” that she fed me a strawberry cookie. Keep in mind this girl absolutely hates my guts and they refused to switch our rooms. She’s also kind of insane.
A few months later the water in my water bottle started tasting odd. It started off just a little weird but I thought maybe its just the fountain or something. Then it started getting stronger and I began to get sick. One day I spit it out because it tasted so strongly of lemon and chemicals. I opened up my water bottle to see it was bubbly and slightly orange. The taste was pine sol. There was a mini investigation to find out who was poisoning my water. Because the girls are in the boarding school for behavior issues, the chemicals are locked away in a closet. The only person who had the easiest access to the chemical closet was my roommate. She also served lunch in the kitchen so she had easy access to my water bottle.
After both events they finally moved my room, but yeah. Odd ways to almost be murdered. (Keep in mind the girl and I were both 16 in a locked down boarding school with no access to weapons and she had to get creative.)