As I said previously, death tends to remain 20ft away from me. There are two other instances when death has crossed my path. The first was a long time ago, a few who lived in Alpharetta at the time may remember when they found a missing 20 year old woman dead and wrapped in plastic in the metro Alpharetta area. Well that area happened to be just up the stree from my house, in the woods next to Locos, for those of you who know where that is. To this day I remember exactly where she was. Though I wasn't the one who made the discovery, I did pass by a few times whilst exploring the woods with my neighborhood friends. I remember thinking that it was some old discarded mannequin. It was only a when one of my friends went back that he discovered hat it really was. When it hit the news is when I found out, and realized it. I never told anyone that I had been there or seen it, only the guys I was with knew. Thinking back on it though, I never came within 20ft of it, thats about the closest I had come. In another instance it was my own death that I came 20 ft from. I was in North Carolina with my best friend Nick. His parents had rented a boat and we were out on a lake there. I was in my early teens and I don't remember where the lake was or what it was called. What I do remember is that they took us to this waterfall, about a 30ft waterfall that dropped into a large pile of sticks in a cove on the lake. Nick and I went to explore the stream the waterfall was coming from. We had to climb up a prett steep hill/ cliff on the waters edge to get up. At the top we saw the stream was flowing down a groove in a huge flat rock before it fell off into the lake. The rock was probably about 100 to 150ft in diameter, and of course was mossy. The stream was about 6ft wide and a foot and a half deep, but it had enough force (combined with the slick mossy surface) to carry me down towards the falls when I slipped on a wet patch of moss.It carried me about 50ft closer to the falls, and would have dumped me over into a huge pile of rather sharp sticks 30ft below, had it not been for a rock hidden beneath the water that protruded and caught my leg. My life did actually flash before my eyes, at least part of it anyways. And of course that rock was located about 20ft from the edge of certain death. Kinda strange.
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