People Who Survived Something Due To Another’s Sacrifice Share What Happened (22 Posts)

Near deathexperiencesare the sorts of things that stick with us for the rest of our lives. Our mortality is a topic that is hard to ignore one way or another, but it’s even more “intense” if the situation also claimed someone else’s life. For all the stories of heroes, self-sacrifice and so on, encountering it in the flesh is a very different matter.

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This sorta doesn’t count, but I’ll tell it anyway. I was born at 24 weeks and 3 days through emergency c-section and weighed 1 pound half oz, and was 11 inches long. I stayed in the nicu for about 3 months. Around the time i was born, my dad’s dad was in the hospital across the street dying of colon cancer. I was born in march. One night in april my dad got the phone call that his dad was dying. So he went up there. After my grandfather died, my dad told my mom he wanted to go see me. When they got there, my ventilator (machine helping me breathe) was gone. They were understandbly freaked out, and asked a nurse what happened. Apparently i pulled the tube out. The tube that was taped to my throat. After the 3rd time of me pulling it out, the doctors left it out to see what would happen, and i started breathing on my own. My dad said “Around what time did this happen?” And the time the nurse said, was the exact moment that my grandfather died. So my family has always said that when my grandfather was taking his last breath, I was taking my first breath, on my own.

Newborn baby in an incubator, representing sacrifice and survival stories.

A car engulfed in flames on a street, illustrating a sacrifice-related incident.

finding_trevor:4 years ago to the day a boy committed scide and his parents decided to donate his organs. 4 years ago tomorrow I received his heart.Mister_IceBlisterReport:3, almost 4 years ago, my boyfriend committed scide and his family immediately donated every part of him, eyes, skin, organs, bones… And I was of course grateful that they made the right choice, but bitter that I never got to see his body because he was taken apart so quickly. For some reason, even though I’ve heard amazing stories about body part donations, THIS was the comment that I think has given me peace

Surgeons performing an operation, illustrating a life-saving sacrifice in progress.

I was in an armed robbery. He pointed the gun at me and my boyfriend tackled him taking three to the chest and one to the head. The kid panicked and fled. He is now doing 30 years and I was the sole witness at his trial.

Blurred motion image of two people in an act of sacrifice outdoors.

Not me, but my grandmother.She was in a c****************p in WWII with her family, and the day before her and her bunks were to be gassed, a soldier from the Latvian version of the SS allowed the group to escape in the night.When my dad tried to find info about the soldier when doing his genealogy research, he found out that the soldier was shot for that.

“Shadow of a person on a brick wall, symbolizing sacrifice."

I knew a guy who was a complete a*s. Anyways he has a pancreas and liver transplant. Did a complete 180. Got married had 3 beautiful daughters and became such a great guy.Since I’ve signed my organ donor card.I’m convinced it was someone’s spirit in those organs that changed him.

Medical team performing surgery, showcasing the sacrifice and dedication in a sterile operating room environment.

Ocean waves crashing against rocks on a stormy day, symbolizing sacrifice and survival.

My dad gave up his life in the sense that he constantly works himself to the bone to provide for our family. He gave up all his hobbies so that he could give us education, shelter, and food. He doesn’t complain and he doesn’t ask for much.

Man at desk reviewing documents, focused on work, with office folders and a lamp; concept of sacrifice for others.

Rubble of collapsed buildings, illustrating sacrifice and survival stories.

Newborn in an incubator cared for by a medical professional, symbolizing life through sacrifice.

Not to me, but a family friend. There were 2 adults(barely, like 18 and 19) and 3 kids in the back ages 2, 6 and 7. They were driving back from the store to a family gathering and a drunk driver hit them, i don’t know how but the guy in copilot jump back and protected the kids from the impact, he passed away but the 3 kids were fine, the driver died too, the drunk guy fled. So when cops came to scene they found the little kids on the dead guys arms.

Driving through a scenic wet canyon road, viewed from inside a car.

I have an old coach who’s wife grew up in Vietnam. She once told me a story about a time she was playing soccer with some friends from her village around the age of 10. The ball got kicked out of bounds into some brush on the edge of the field that they were playing in. As her and one of her friends raced to the ball, her friend was faster and reached the ball first. As she came to a halt in front of the ball she stepped on an old land mine, completely vanishing out from in front of my coaches wife.

Soccer ball on grass field, focusing on sacrifice themes and outcomes.

This doesn’t really count I guess, but here goes.I was around 3 or 4 and my neighbor (4 years older than me) and I were playing with these plastic ‘guns’ that had big plastic balls as bullets. We ended up getting one of the balls stuck on top of the closet, so we both climbed the shelves to get it back. The closet ended up tilting and falling on us. My neighbor put her knee up which prevented the closet from squashing my head. She messed up her knee pretty badly, but thanks to that I only got hit near my left eye and had to get stitches.

Wooden wardrobe closed with two doors, illustrating a minimalist design.

A whirlpool in blue-green water, signifying sacrifice and survival themes.

Individual in a dark hoodie and mask standing in a dimly lit setting, symbolizing courage and sacrifice.

Soldier in camouflage with a backpack walking on a trail, representing a story of sacrifice.

Not quite sure if this counts but almost 7 years ago I was into some hard st and my best friend did it with me. Not sure why, he was sick with a couple different long term illnesses, so we both know it wasn’t good for him (hell it’s not good in general, don’t do ds kids) but I was a stupid kid and we did everything together. One night my life kinda imploded on itself and we doped up more than we ever had before. I was about to do another round when he tried talking me down. I made some excuse about not wanting my st to go to waste, which was b*****t I could’ve saved it for later. So he offered to use it up so that it wouldn’t go to waste. If I had taken that I’d have likely died of an overdose. He actually did, found out when I woke up. I’ve been sober ever since. He tried so hard to save me for so many years, I hope he knows that he really did.

Person holding a bottle, symbolizing sacrifice and survival.

Not me but my great grandfather who lived in ireland it was around a type of war (im not sure) and soldiers patroleed after curfew and would shoot who ever was out no questions askedMicheal (my ggd) was out after curfew with his brother christian they had been seen and were being chased and Micheal slipped and christian grabbed his brother and then they both climbed up but christian got shot in the leg and ended up deliberately stopping and trying to buy time and get in a question or something and micheal watched them shoot him (they were young so this was traumatizing) he managed to escape and even fought in WWII.he died 7 or 8 years ago he would have turned 101 this yearFun fact: he was born the same year as world war one endedEdit: I fixed up some details.

A moonlit scene with an old car parked by a small wooden house lit by a porch light; sacrifice depicted in tranquil night.

I had two friends till year 5 who were my only friends at the time. We were walking down the street, in India, to get to the shops when two people showed up and tried to grab me. They both pushed me back and they were stabbed. I don’t really remember much, but my parents have recently revealed that I was also stabbed, my brain shut down for a bit and lost quite a bit of my memory from before I was 10, but they both died in hospital.

Two people in a brightly lit store interior, one wearing stripes, surrounded by various products and an exit sign overhead.

Pregnant woman holding pink baby shoes, symbolizing a story of sacrifice and life.

Dimly lit alleyway at night, mist rising under streetlights, evoking a sense of sacrifice and mystery.