17 Unbelievable Occurrences That Had Reddit Users Counting Their Blessings

From Redditor u/bbergman1:

I was about 11 and my dad wanted me to come along with him to pick up some furniture about 30 minutes away. I made a huge stink about it, basically being an annoying little male adolescent turd, saying how I wanted to stay at home and play, I'd be really good, it was boring, etc. He finally got fed up and stormed out and told me to STAY PUT and he'd back soon. About an hour later, he comes home in a police car, pretty shaken up, and just reached over and hugged me hard.

Turns out that he was driving down the highway and traffic got busy ahead, and this semi truck in the lane over tried to stop too late and jack-knifed. When it was coming to a stop from swerving all over the road, it fell over on the passenger side of the car, right where I would have been if I had gone along with him. The car was totaled (obviously), with the entire passenger side crushed down flat. Actually, he was lucky HE made it out alive.

He never made another big deal about me coming along if I really said I didn't want to go.
 

From Redditor u/Planet_Honey:

Not entirely sure if this can be applied but here we go

A very long while ago when I was real young (maybe 6-8) my mom was taking me and my older (8-10) brother to gymnastics. We were allowed to sit in the front as long as we didn't distract our mom driving. My mom asked us if we wanted to sit in the front and we both decided not to for some reason, which was weird because we usually fight to sit passenger. Were on our way there and right as we start heading down one of the main roads a very large truck swerves into our lane hitting the back of our car, and we are thrown foreword into a parked car on the side of the road. My moms leg was broken and my brother needed stitches in his lip that he bit through, and I was fine (just some car related trauma I still have). The passenger seat though, was decimated. This chair was in a ball, the engine on top of it with a large hole in the dash and tons of broken glass in the seat, if my brother or I sat in shotgun that day we would be six feet deep right now.

From Redditor u/Catlestial:

We were in Texas at Six Flags and getting ready to leave when this huge storm hit. I was actually in a wheel chair at the time bc I hurt my foot and I almost always sit in the passenger seat of the car. Being older than my younger sister (I was 21 and she was 18-19 at the time), I always “claimed” the front seat. However, we’d had a disappointing day at the park and I wanted to get home. She just had to get a funnel cake. So I was annoyed, really annoyed at her and then she asked me for the front seat. I was going to say no, obviously, but something just over came me and I said sure. It was already such a bad day, I didn’t want the hassle of arguing. I figured it was whatever, I’d sit in the middle row with my other younger cousins.

Well…cue 15 minutes later on the highway in pouring rain and we hydroplane and slam into the concrete railing so hard, we flipped twice in the air and landed on the roof. Yadda yadda trauma but everyone’s okay, climb out a broke window, all that good stuff.

Later, we were inspecting the car…I’m about 2 inches taller than my sister. Right in the passenger side door, one of the metal frames had caved in and missed my sisters head by half an inch. If I had been sitting there that day, it would’ve caved in right on my skull. Weird how the universe works.

From Redditor u/77Columbus:

Not me but my godfather. He worked in the second tower that was hit on 9/11. Luckily he had car trouble that morning and had to take his car into the shop.

From Redditor u/Dazzling-Role-1686:

I was once the last person to cross a bridge before it fell....looked in my rear view to see what the noise was to see open air where there shouldve been road...and some white faced people who were just about to cross as well.

From Redditor u/RAWdangers:

I went to Boston U and lived less than a mile from the finish line of the Boston Marathon. In 2013, my friends and I had decided that we were going to walk down to the finish line to see the end of the race, after a "light" 9am drink as is tradition for college students on marathon Monday.

We got way too drunk and decided to go to McDonalds instead.

For those who might not know, 2013 was the year of the Boston Marathon bombing.