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Hoopguru said:
Flying from Vancouver BC to Seatac we hit a wind shear and the plane suddenly dropped like a rock. On a dash 8 there is only one door up front, and the stewardess was serving drinks when it happen and hit her head so hard on the ceiling it knock her cold and she was lying in front of the door. The guy next to me was having chest pains/heart attack. There was zero communication from the cock pit. That pissed me off big time and I let the airlines know it. I was in a window seat and had been flying for 40 years, was absolutely amazed at how the wings stayed on that plane from the sudden impact of the fall and stop. We were 5 minutes out form SeaTac and made an emergency landing with emergency vehicles following us down tarmac. They immediately brought Seattle heart paramedic on board and addressed both the stewardess and gent next to me who they immediately hooked. to heart diagnostics. They had all 40 plus passengers exit the plan through the back cargo door gave us $50 vouchers to get cleaning done, as there was drinks and stuff everywhere. I had to jump immediately on another Dash 8 to Portland and I was amazed at how I was a bit jumpy and white knuckled as flying never bothered me a bit over the years even in bad turbulence.
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Holy hell.

Did they both live?
 
A lot of the ones discussed above come to mind, of course. Watching three times as my amazing wife gave birth to our kids is right at the top. Being there in person at the Blazers championship parade is etched into my memory circuits. Camping out under the stars as a six year old on a camping trip with my dad. Snorkeling on the Big Island and having it slowly dawn on me that the 4’ fish 10’ away from me was a barracuda.

The one personal experience that I will never forget was getting a flight in a T-38 at ROTC field training. I always thought it would be amazing to be a pilot, but my bad vision made that impossible. Flying in that 2-seat jet with a Vietnam combat vet is as close as I’ll ever come. He let me take the stick and kick in the afterburners. Holy shit is that a thrill. We were supposed to stay subsonic, but I saw the Machmeter show 1.2. We flew over Grand Coulee dam and he decided to show me how he’d do an attack run on it. Put us into a dive and I watched as the dam grew fast from a tiny thing below us until it darn near filled my field of view. The feeling as he pulled us out of the dive was like nothing else I’ve ever experienced. It felt like I had a 350 lb. lineman standing on my head. I got tunnel vision so bad I could just see a couple of spots dead ahead. The pilot later told me we pulled over 6 Gs coming out of the dive. I wasn’t wearing a flight suit with the fancy bladders that compress your legs and force blood back up to your brain. Fortunately, the pilot was. I was very proud at the end of the flight not to have thrown up. Two other guys in my squadron weren’t so lucky and had to use their barf bags. Both decided to try to hide the evidence by throwing the bags out as soon as they had landed and the pilots opened the cockpits. Both bags were promptly sucked into the jet engines intakes and ruined the engines. They didn’t allow the pilots to open the cockpits after that until the engines were turned off.
 
PDXFonz said:
This is absolutely amazing! Hahahaha that is freaking HILARIOUS! The fact you had no idea and then low and behold his son sees eye to eye with you.
You probably relieved him. He will now understand you are a baller and his dad was being a BARNACLE!!! ROFL!!!

Did you share the doobie?
Did he ask you why you didn’t get along with his dad?
Was he significantly cooler than “pops”? Sometimes it works out that way!
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No, I didn’t share the doobie. This WAS Mississippi after all and he was a southern boy. So I saved it for later. He didn’t have to ask why his dad and I didn’t get along; he had lived with him. The kids parents were divorced, he was a handful and his mother sent him to live in Oregon with his father for a couple of years. It did not go well (even though coworkers who had met the kid though he was a nice young lad) and we heard most of the details on a daily basis. Finally the father sent him back to MS. So yes, the kid was significantly cooler than pops. Not that it was a high bar to begin with…….
 
e_blazer said:
A lot of the ones discussed above come to mind, of course. Watching three times as my amazing wife gave birth to our kids is right at the top. Being there in person at the Blazers championship parade is etched into my memory circuits. Camping out under the stars as a six year old on a camping trip with my dad. Snorkeling on the Big Island and having it slowly dawn on me that the 4’ fish 10’ away from me was a barracuda.

The one personal experience that I will never forget was getting a flight in a T-38 at ROTC field training. I always thought it would be amazing to be a pilot, but my bad vision made that impossible. Flying in that 2-seat jet with a Vietnam combat vet is as close as I’ll ever come. He let me take the stick and kick in the afterburners. Holy shit is that a thrill. We were supposed to stay subsonic, but I saw the Machmeter show 1.2. We flew over Grand Coulee dam and he decided to show me how he’d do an attack run on it. Put us into a dive and I watched as the dam grew fast from a tiny thing below us until it darn near filled my field of view. The feeling as he pulled us out of the dive was like nothing else I’ve ever experienced. It felt like I had a 350 lb. lineman standing on my head. I got tunnel vision so bad I could just see a couple of spots dead ahead. The pilot later told me we pulled over 6 Gs coming out of the dive. I wasn’t wearing a flight suit with the fancy bladders that compress your legs and force blood back up to your brain. Fortunately, the pilot was. I was very proud at the end of the flight not to have thrown up. Two other guys in my squadron weren’t so lucky and had to use their barf bags. Both decided to try to hide the evidence by throwing the bags out as soon as they had landed and the pilots opened the cockpits. Both bags were promptly sucked into the jet engines intakes and ruined the engines. They didn’t allow the pilots to open the cockpits after that until the engines were turned off.
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You forgot to mention your amazing mother in law and her wonder dog………
 
UncleCliffy'sDaddy said:
You forgot to mention your amazing mother in law and her wonder dog………
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One hates to brag too much. What do you say about a 93-year-old woman who still has it all together the way she does? Takes zero prescription drugs at her age. Pretty sure she’s going to out-live me. She spoils Reggie so bad I’m not sure he qualifies as a dog tough.
 
Hoopguru said:
I found out the stewardess recovered but never heard about the gent next to me.
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Thats scary as hell man. I hope the guy made it through. Can't imagine the terror he felt.

I had a fear of flying for many reasons before I ever actually flew anywhere. My first flight ever? Going to Denver, Colorado of course. That turbulence was fun lol.

I dont mind flying anymore... just hate take off. Prefer the train though... you get to actually see the country.
 
Natebishop3 said:
To add to my list:

The glaciers of Alaska.
The view from the top of the World Trade Center and the Statue of Liberty
Being in the Rose Garden the night that Maurice Cheeks helped that little girl sing the national anthem.
Seeing Elton John and Billy Joel tour together.
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I was at the RG that night too. I'd put that on the list along with seeing Elton John and Paul McCartney (not at the same time). And when I went to a concentration camp in Germany, it's not amazing as much as it's life changing.
 
UncleCliffy'sDaddy said:
Not what I would call an “amazing” experience but I did have an experience 4 years ago that blew me away and really showed how small and interconnected the world is……..I was in Vicksburg MS and went to my car (hotel parking lot) to have a quick and quiet doobie. There was a younger guy who was also going out to his car (for a cooler of beer). When he saw my license plate, he asked me what part of Oregon I was from. So I told him and he told me he had also lived in Oregon for several years, but closer to Salem. So I told him I had worked for the city of Salem but actually worked in Keizer. He told me that Keizer was where he had actually lived. So I told him I had worked at the treatment plant. He said his dad (originally a MS native) had worked at the treatment plant(??!!!???). Turns out I had supervised this kid’s dad for 8-9 years. The dad was an ironclad asshole and a chronic problem the entire time he was employed at the plant. It took forever to pry that barnacle loose. So I told the kid I had known his dad, that we hadn’t gotten along and that if his dad knew we were talking, he would expect the son to punch my lights out. I was actually prepping to run like crazy if things went south. The kid laughed like crazy, shook my hand and told me that he had never gotten along with his dad either and was glad to finally meet the devil he had heard such terrible things about as a kid. Then we sat in that parking lot shooting the breeze until his beer was all gone……..interesting experience 2500 miles from home.
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I have a similar story (actually two).

I had re-connected with a friend from HS, and we were going on a trip somewhere together. She was driving and I was in the passenger seat. We were talking about stupid shit, and I go "I'm actually more like my moms side the family than my dads" and I mentioned my moms maiden name.

She, as she's driving goes "THE FUCK!?" and smacks me across the chest.

Being a little confused, I go "um, wha?"

she responds with "how do you know that name!?"

"Um, I just said, it's my moms maiden name"

"do you know so and so same last name?"

"Yeah, that's my cousin."

"Holy shit, she was my best friend in college!!!!"

Turns out she was in my cousins wedding party (i didn't go, but I had a picture form it).

The other story is kind of funny because it's related to this one. I think I've told @Nannerbee this story before too.

Anywho, I'm visiting a friend of mine who I've known since I was in the 6th grade. We're at her house at the beach, and her mom is visiting her. I had told my friend about the other story (she knew the friend), and said to tell it so her mom.

Thinking this is strange, I go into the story.

and when I name drop my moms maiden name, she turns white and goes "do you know William (last name withheld due to privacy)? "

"Well, I have an uncle Billy (last name), my moms uncle"

"holy shit! I worked with him!!" (I don't remember where, might have been the coast).

"Yeah, he's my grandfathers younger brother"

Then she goes "do you know David (last name withheld, but a relatives last name)?"

"Yeah, that's my moms cousin. Billy was his uncle too. His mom was my grandfathers and Bills sister"

"He was my boss for a while too!"

So it's funny that someone I went to middle school and high school with, knew people on my moms side of the family, but we didn't know it at the time. And then someone else I went to HS with knew a cousin of mine on my moms side of the family.


But it gets weirder. Through an old job I had, I got to be friends with this woman. We became friends with each other on FB, and I noticed that she was friends with someone with the same last name as my mothers maiden name. So I message this person and ask if they're related to someone that we would both be related to, and turns out we are related. But whats funny? When I was about 11, my mom and I went to her families reunion in Calgary, with my grandparents. And one of the peoples houses that we stayed at was actually her grandfathers farm up there. She was at the reunion (probably was about 3-4 years old?) too.

Her mother passed away, and her family ended up moving to Salem. Coincidentally, where my grandparents lived (in all my years visiting my grandparents there, we never heard about there being other relatives in the city).

Her brothers name is Ryan (same last name). I also have a cousin named Ryan (same last name). They look like they could be twins.

Her fathers name? Ed. My grandfathers name? Ed. They don't look like twins, mostly because my grandfather was 30 years older.
 
e_blazer said:
One hates to brag too much. What do you say about a 93-year-old woman who still has it all together the way she does? Takes zero prescription drugs at her age. Pretty sure she’s going to out-live me. She spoils Reggie so bad I’m not sure he qualifies as a dog tough.
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The woman is a neighborhood treasure. And Reggie is my new best buddy every time he sees me (a pocket full of treats never hurts. I never figured it was my personality that draws him to me). But Shirley actually makes me miss my own MIL every time I see her (and that’s a good thing!).
 
leaving the womb and discovering the female breast, nipple and warm mother's milk must have been the most amazing experience seeing as how I've devoted a lot of my life to the study of boobs nipples and dairy products. First movie that gave me that thrill was Franco Zefferelli's Romeo and Juliet when Olivia Hussey turns in bed and shows the world the nipple and naked breast....first time I'd seen it on screen....went back and watched that movie every day I could until it stopped playing...then came the magazines...starting with National Geographic....yep...has to be my lifelong fascination with the female anatomy
 
  • My son's birth
  • Meeting/marrying my wife
  • Living in the Amazon with a tribe as they lived
  • Being on a volcano as it began to erupt
  • 9/11
  • Helping rebuild in Mississippi/Louisiana after Hurricane Katrina
  • Dame Goodbye Shot
  • Dame Houston series winner
  • Surviving getting hit by a car (near death experience)
  • Saving a friend from a group of dudes who wanted to beat him up if not kill him by pushing him behind me and saying, "There will be no fighting."
  • Getting stabbed in the shoulder after standing up for a lady at a bus stop.
 
EL PRESIDENTE said:
Two chicks at once.
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UncleCliffy'sDaddy said:
Not what I would call an “amazing” experience but I did have an experience 4 years ago that blew me away and really showed how small and interconnected the world is……..I was in Vicksburg MS and went to my car (hotel parking lot) to have a quick and quiet doobie. There was a younger guy who was also going out to his car (for a cooler of beer). When he saw my license plate, he asked me what part of Oregon I was from. So I told him and he told me he had also lived in Oregon for several years, but closer to Salem. So I told him I had worked for the city of Salem but actually worked in Keizer. He told me that Keizer was where he had actually lived. So I told him I had worked at the treatment plant. He said his dad (originally a MS native) had worked at the treatment plant(??!!!???). Turns out I had supervised this kid’s dad for 8-9 years. The dad was an ironclad asshole and a chronic problem the entire time he was employed at the plant. It took forever to pry that barnacle loose. So I told the kid I had known his dad, that we hadn’t gotten along and that if his dad knew we were talking, he would expect the son to punch my lights out. I was actually prepping to run like crazy if things went south. The kid laughed like crazy, shook my hand and told me that he had never gotten along with his dad either and was glad to finally meet the devil he had heard such terrible things about as a kid. Then we sat in that parking lot shooting the breeze until his beer was all gone……..interesting experience 2500 miles from home.
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That's awesome! Heh, I've been telling my step-daughter about my S2 experience with you. She just shrugs and rolls her eyes.
 
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julius said:
I was at the RG that night too. I'd put that on the list along with seeing Elton John and Paul McCartney (not at the same time). And when I went to a concentration camp in Germany, it's not amazing as much as it's life changing.
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Part of me really wants to go to the holocaust/concentration camp... but I honestly don't know if I could handle it.
 
Strenuus said:
Part of me really wants to go to the holocaust/concentration camp... but I honestly don't know if I could handle it.
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There are a number of them. No i wouldn't call the experience "amazing'. I would however highly suggest going. Dachau, Buchenwald, Chelmno killing center are some every American should experience.
 
riverman said:
First movie that gave me that thrill was Franco Zefferelli's Romeo and Juliet when Olivia Hussey turns in bed and shows the world the nipple and naked breast....first time I'd seen it on screen....went back and watched that movie every day I could until it stopped playing.
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I remember that scene from Romeo and Juliet. It was a brief glance but Olivia Hussey was quite well endowed. Unlike poor Leonard Whiting, seen nude from behind. Pretty face but skinny bod.
 
Definitely the birth of my children. First one was on another level.

Seeing the shadow serpent descend the side of the main temple at Chichén Itzá during the summer solstice was pretty amazing.

Watching Dame score 61 with my oldest versus the Warriors to celebrate his birthday at Moda.
 
Also, experienced Y2K on a lake house in Alaska surrounded by nobody else for miles. Didn’t know if any major things went down since we were so off the grid.
 
riverman said:
leaving the womb and discovering the female breast, nipple and warm mother's milk must have been the most amazing experience seeing as how I've devoted a lot of my life to the study of boobs nipples and dairy products. First movie that gave me that thrill was Franco Zefferelli's Romeo and Juliet when Olivia Hussey turns in bed and shows the world the nipple and naked breast....first time I'd seen it on screen....went back and watched that movie every day I could until it stopped playing...then came the magazines...starting with National Geographic....yep...has to be my lifelong fascination with the female anatomy
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I remember seeing that as a sophomore in high school. Couldn't make that movie today, she was 16 at the time!
 
riverman said:
leaving the womb and discovering the female breast, nipple and warm mother's milk must have been the most amazing experience seeing as how I've devoted a lot of my life to the study of boobs nipples and dairy products. First movie that gave me that thrill was Franco Zefferelli's Romeo and Juliet when Olivia Hussey turns in bed and shows the world the nipple and naked breast....first time I'd seen it on screen....went back and watched that movie every day I could until it stopped playing...then came the magazines...starting with National Geographic....yep...has to be my lifelong fascination with the female anatomy
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Not to be a killjoy, but Olivia Hussey has had stage four breast cancer.

This is an interesting related read:

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-6008257/Olivia-Hussey-reveals-wet-Queen-royal-family.html
 
UncleCliffy'sDaddy said:
Not what I would call an “amazing” experience but I did have an experience 4 years ago that blew me away and really showed how small and interconnected the world is……..I was in Vicksburg MS and went to my car (hotel parking lot) to have a quick and quiet doobie. There was a younger guy who was also going out to his car (for a cooler of beer). When he saw my license plate, he asked me what part of Oregon I was from. So I told him and he told me he had also lived in Oregon for several years, but closer to Salem. So I told him I had worked for the city of Salem but actually worked in Keizer. He told me that Keizer was where he had actually lived. So I told him I had worked at the treatment plant. He said his dad (originally a MS native) had worked at the treatment plant(??!!!???). Turns out I had supervised this kid’s dad for 8-9 years. The dad was an ironclad asshole and a chronic problem the entire time he was employed at the plant. It took forever to pry that barnacle loose. So I told the kid I had known his dad, that we hadn’t gotten along and that if his dad knew we were talking, he would expect the son to punch my lights out. I was actually prepping to run like crazy if things went south. The kid laughed like crazy, shook my hand and told me that he had never gotten along with his dad either and was glad to finally meet the devil he had heard such terrible things about as a kid. Then we sat in that parking lot shooting the breeze until his beer was all gone……..interesting experience 2500 miles from home.
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When I was in the Army my first assignment after Basic Training was a 7 month long electronic school at Ft. Monmouth New Jersey. My first Christmas I decided to save me once a year leave and stay on post. Our acting First Sergeant was the spec. 7 who was from New York City and his name was Scott Cohen. This waa in the mid 60s. His girlfriend was having a party in Newark and he was inviting anyone interested to go to this party. I was the only one to take him up on it. We went to a bus stop but none were running because of the deep snow so we decided to hitch hike. While we were waiting for a ride started talking and he asked me where I was from. I told him I was from Oregon. He asked what part. I said Portland. Oh, he said that he once lived in Portland. He asked me what part of Portland and I told him North West. He said he had once lived in North West Portland. He asked how old I was and we were the same age. Then he asked what grade school I went to. He moved to NY for high school. I told him Chapman. My God, he had attended Chapman during my two years there in the same grade. I never had a class with him in it so I had never known him. His parents once owned the White Stag clothing mill.
My buddy loves to travel and his been all over the world. One time he went to this tiny village in Ecuador or maybe it was Peru, can't remember. While in this tiny village way out in the middle of nowhere, he decides to go for a walk in the woods. He's fairly deep in the woods when he comes across a creek. A girl is crouched over the creek doing something or other. She has long blonde hair. She sees him and turns around as she stands up and they knew each other for S.W. Portland heights where they had both lived. The fucker had to one up me after I told him my story about Scott Cohen. I call him fucker because he's a very good friend, lived on S.W. Buena Vista, walking distance from Stroheckers'.
 
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