Stories

This thread is for sharing interesting stories about yourself.

Lady Elusive has the first one!

Thanks Sam!!!

A CRAZY story that really happened:

To make it easier for you, dear reader, I have numbered my siblings #2-#7. (This story took place a long time ago now…our family has grown since.)
We went to Philadelphia with big hopes to see the historical part of Philadelphia. We had everything planed out: we would leave early morning in our big burgundy whale of a van, and park it in an abandon supermarket parking lot, then walk across the street to the EL (that’s an Elevated Locomotive) and take that to historical Philly, eat lunch there and have a good time! Our planes were perfect (or so we thought).
Dad had a few miss giving about leaving the van in a strange parking lot in the city but my Grandma assured him that it would be okay, and after looking around for a tow-away sign and not seeing one, Dad agreed. (BTW, my grandparents lived in Philly at the time so we were staying with them… they did not actually go on this part of the adventure with us). We got on the EL with little difficulty and settled in to enjoy the ride. There was one woman who sat across from me and kept glaring at me (it was the kind of glare you can feel) it gave me the chills up and down my spin and made me rather fidgety
The EL stopped for the third time in its circuit and suddenly (I will try not to use that word to much but it will be hard) a strange looking man ambled on the train (Dad says he must have been on drugs or something). He had a big shopping bag filled with stuff in one hand and an umbrella in the other. The woman who had been glaring at me seemed to have recognized him because she grabbed his arm and started talking to him by name, but he brushed her off with a reply that sounded to me like a growling retort and stumbled to the end of the car. Since there were no more seats he just stood there leaning agents the wall. The women resumed her glaring and it seemed as if that was all to be said on the subject. At the stop right before ours the man suddenly jumped and started for Sibling #3 and, to my shock, handed her the bag of stuff and shoved some money in her hand muttering, “Here take this!” then he made a mad dash for the opening EL doors and was gone!
Before we knew it our stop was ahead of us! In the confusion (and bewilderment over the stuff we now had possession of), only Mom (who was the only really city savvy person in our group), Me (who is a quick thinker), and Sibling #6 (who was my buddy at the time) made it off the EL before the doors started to shut threatening to separate us for the next hour and a half (till the circuit made its way back around)!!! Mom yelled and jumped to the door trying pry from shutting; in a few seconds Dad was doing the same thing from the other side, with some help from an observer. I was left standing with Sibling #6 and watching helplessly (so much for being a quick thinker). “Please clear the doorway” the conductor kept saying over the announcer, until finely they opened the doors again and Dad and all the other siblings made it safely to the other side. On the way out my Dad’s new sunglasses fell off and landed on the floor of the EL. Just as the doors were starting to bang shut my mom reached back in and snatched them up. We gave the bag of stuff (Dad said he thought it was stolen) to the police, who kindly told us to keep the money (that money was a blessing later on in the story). We all took a deep breath! It was over we thought… we were never so wrong in our lives! (Part 2 coming Monday!!!)

Lol I think as the person creating this topic u should share one ;)

WHAT??!!?!!!!!!!

Lol I think as the person creating this topic u should share one ;)

I agree 100%!!!!!!!!!!!!

Can u write part 2 of your story now???

Working on it now! It will be done….. tomorrow! :) (Just kidding!) LOL!

Edit: I deiced to give it to you in three parts. :) More suspenseful!

Ok…. It better be… :)

Okay, maybe we did enjoy our trip to see the liberty-bell and all the other neat things in Philly. And maybe we did enjoy our peanut butter and honey sandwiches (despite the fact that we forgot the napkins… that always happens to us though.) But the way back was no picnic! The train broke down… so we boarded another train, which also broke down. It took about a half hour for them to fix it. When we finely got back (we were well practiced on boarding and unboarding trains by that time) we were hungry and tired. We had been on our feet all day and our lags were KILLING us! The thought of walking back to the van made my lags feel weak… but what must be done must be done, so we set out. Suddenly I felt a strange feeling of disavow and looked through the crowed street ahead of my dad. There walking towered us was that women with the glaring eyes!!! I could help but smiling and waving at her. I’m sure she recognized me! After we passed her I looked back over my shoulder and she was still glaring at me as she walked away.
When we got to the parking lot our van was no were to be seen! It had vanished into thin air Poof! (like I do sometimes right? :)) We stood there and looked around hardly believing our eyes. Had it been stolen? Did it get whisked up to heaven? There was a man sitting on the loading docks of the old store building smoking. Dad walked up to him and asked him if he had seen a van get towed lately. “I don’t know nothing bout it.” he said gruffly. “the signs over there.” He pointed to a wall that was facing away and hidden from view of the parking lot. Sure enough there was the tow-away sign we had been looking for earlier. Dad read it through to him self then turned back to us and said, “Come on we better get started walking…” I guess the man on the loading dock was feeling kind of sorry for us because he called out after Dad, “Was it a burgundy 15 passenger?” “Yeah!” Dad said. “Yep, it got towed a half hour ago.” the man said. “Thanks Mister.” Dad muttered under his breath.
When we finely got home Dad called the number that had been on the tow-away sign. The lady who answered said that we had five week days to pick it up… it would cost $50… and after five days they would…(???I don’t remember???). The towing place closed at 4:30pm sharp and it was 30 minutes till!!! Not only did we need our van to get home, but also it had all our stuff in it! Dad was a little panicked and we were already talking about “what a day its been!!!” we called Grandma and she hurried home from work picked up Dad and they raced off to save our van! Dad told us later that ever five minutes he was calling lady at the towing place to get directions and make sure they still weren’t to late! That money that the guy had given my Sibling #3 was just enough along with some money my Grandma had… they didn’t have time to stop at the bank. Dad is pretty sure the lady at the TAP gave him directions the long rout. They got there with two minutes to spare! Whew! But the day wasn’t over yet…. (Part 3 will come tomorrow!!!)

There's more?

Oh yeah! I almost forgot! I'll get to work! :)

Dad and Grandma came home with the van and we all piled in… our next stop was the swimming pool! I was reading a book when it happened so I completely missed what happened… we had stopped at a stop light and were just pulling away when I hard a loud “THUD” like some one had run into us from behind! Apparently, when we had stopped Dad saw a rough looking man (faking a hobble) walking up to him, with mixed matched shoes and a cane. He taped on the window so Dad rolled it down for him. “What would Jesus do?” The man asked. “I need some money! Give me twenty Bucks!” Dad had just spent all his money on getting the van back and just then the light changed. “Sorry, can’t help you.” Dad said and pulled away. Just as the back of the van was passing him the man raised his can and gave our van a great big whack (that was the noise I had heard)! I looked back and saw the man in the middle of the road bending over as if picking up the broken part of a cane. When we got to the swimming pool Dad searched the van for some kind of dent… but found nothing. It was miracle. God must have spared our van!
That night at the pool Sibling #6 had a close call, he was just sitting on the edge of the pool kicking his feet in the water… I guess we all thought another family member was watching him… the next thing we new he was thrashing in the water with no one near enough to get him. Mom (who was pregnant at the time) was able to just reach him in time, with out even getting in the pool! We were so ready for bed that night… but sadly Dad and Mom didn’t sleep vary well for fear the van would get stolen. Dad felt that our van probably stood out like a sore thumb. The next day we were still alive and our trials were over…until the next time we visited Philly anyway, but that is another story. THE END!

Now someone else has to tell a story!!!!! Please don't let me feel so weird! :)

Wow!

Dang, you met some CRAY-CRAY people!

It's suppost 2 b written Cra-Cra Sammy! :)

Wow! Interesting. :)

crazy day!!!!

points at you Weird! Sorry, I don't have a story…

someone share a story!!!!! Sam!

I am going to attempt to retell a story that has always been one of my favorites. (I am changing the characters names in the story) I’m sure this is not going to be as good as when my dad tells it… but I hope you can enjoy it anyway.

Dad was flying a 1501 Cherokee Warrior, with his friend Ryan, who was also a pilot, on a cross-country flight for his commercial flight classes of Aviation school. The Cherokee Warrior was a low winged aircraft, meaning that the door opening was above the wings. They where flying from Beverfalls to New Jersey.
When they got twenty miles from the Harrisburg air port they where denied approval to pass through the Harrisburg airspace because the air traffic control there was not able to pick up the plane’s raider from there transponder.
They noticed that the control panel was very hot, so they decided to land in a small near by airport for a while to let things cool down. Soon the control panel was cooled and they once again took off to resume their flight.
After flying for about twenty minutes Ryan looked over at Dad and said, “I’m board. Can I fly for awhile?” “Sure,” said Dad “Why not.” So they switched seats. No sooner had Ryan’s hands touched the yoke of the plan then the petal (witch was secured with a pin)
hit the floor of the plan with a thump! “Guess you got yourself something to do.” Dad commented as Ryan got down under the cock pite to take a look at the broken petal. After a few minutes he called up “ Hey, were missing a cotter pin down here. Do you have anything like a paper clip we could fix it up with?” he ask. “ I have a key ring in my flight bag.” Dad said. “ Would that work?” “That will work fine.” Came the reply from below the control panel.
When Ryan got the key ring he told Dad, “I feel like I’m in Alaska doing everything for myself!” Dad laugh and said, “No if you where in Alaska you would feel more like this.” And he pulled up and down on the yoke, which made the plane do the same.
“O-o-k-k-a-y-y, I g-g-e-t-t th-th-e id-ea!” Ryan said as he bounds around upside down in the cooke pit. Pretty soon the pettle was temporarily fixed and Dad was flying again.
After awhile Ryan looked over at Dad and said, “I’m board. Mind if I fly for awhile?” once again as soon as he took hold of the yoke the plastic mold between the buttons on the control panel fell down, with a “crack!” and swung back and forth where it hung. Dad looked at Romoa as much as to say, “What’s next, Ryan? What’s next?”
“Do you have anything in your bag to fix this?” ask Ryan.
“I have chewing gum…”Dad said
Ryan’s eyes light up. “Hey, that’ll work!” he said.
Pretty soon they had the button cover stuck back up again; but this time with chewing gum. Ryan looked over at Dad, (who was once again at the yoke) and said, “Should I say it again?”
“No!” Dad said. “Here you can fly!” Shortly after he had started flying the engine started sputtering and making strange noises.
“This plane is crazy!” Dad thought as he began to go through emergency procedures…. (to be continued)

What happened next? The suspense is killing me! :P

Oh, I was just getting ready to delete it because I thought nobody liked my crazy stories… you mean you really want more??? :D

Yes!!!!

So here's a story of about my parents:

My dad works at a gas station. It's late one night and he's there and my mom is with him. He's inside the store and this truck pulls up to the pump. A big, huge, strong guy gets out and starts pumping gas. He finishes, jumps back in the car and drives away. My dad sees that he left without paying so he quickly closes the store and jumps in the car with my mom. They start chasing the truck everywhere (like dark little streets). Finally the person pulls the truck into a dark, abandoned parking lot and gets out and comes over to my dad's window. My dad rolls down his window about an inch and says "You've got to pay me the money." And the guy says "Get out and I'll give you the money." Now remember this is in a dark, abandoned parking lot and this guy is really strong! My dad is going to get out but my mom is like "There is no way you are getting out there! Make him hand you the money through the window". So my dad tells him to give him the money through the window. So finally the guy hands the money to my dad through the window and drives off.

That is great…. i mean it's great you have a story! Thanks!
Alright, I'll get to work and finish the story. :)

Wow! I don't think I have any type of story that comes close to that!

Since they were close to their destination they decided to just keep going as long as they could. When they finely landed Dad clocked his flight and made up his mind he was never flying that plane again! The next day he looked at his flight schedule and saw that he was going for a flight with that same airplane. He when to the flight instructor and explained his dilemma. She was not going to believe him that there was anything wrong with the plane. The people in charge had checked the plane and found nothing wrong with it (except the missing cotter pin on the petal… and of cores they never found the chewing gum). So Dad just said, “Alright, I’ll fly that plane but if anything happens we’re landing right away.” She agreed and the got in. As soon as the plane got off the ground the instructor tuned to Dad and said, “See, there is nothing wrong.” As soon as she said it a metal plate from the ceiling came crashing down and landed on her feet. She almost screamed! Recovering herself in time she said, “oh, that’s nothing. It just snaps back up in place like this.” and as she did it she slammed the plate back up on the ceiling and sparks whet flying everywhere. “That’s it, I’m landing this thing.” Dad said bluntly. The instructor had not argument and that was the last time Dad flew that plane. The End.

Wow! I would never want to be in that plane! :)

LOL! Don't delete any crazy stories, please! :D

Some of you may have heard this story before, but I thought I'd post it anyway.

It was Tuesday, November 13, 2012, and we were on the interstate in rural western Tennessee heading for the 2012 National Bible Bee. Suddenly a really strange noise started coming from the engine of our 15-passenger van. My dad exited, pulled over and discovered a radiator hose had blown. He did a quick temporary fix on it, but soon the problem became worse than before and we were forced to exit again and park in the parking lot of an old abandoned convenience store, which was across from an "adult" store. I am not exactly sure what took so long, but after about 90 minutes of waiting there, finally my dad decided to use what little drinking water we had left to keep the van cool while we drove to the other side of the interstate, where a motel was providentially located. Not sure what else to do, we checked into the motel to stay for the night. When the motel receptionist heard about our problem, he gave my dad the info of a mechanic who lived nearby. Of course, my dad called him, and he came to where we were at and gave us his analysis - we needed to get parts from Nashville, which was more than an hour's drive east of the motel. The mechanic graciously went to pick up the parts and stayed up till 10 PM that night fixing the van. We were able to leave the next morning and still get to Bible Bee on time!

Looking back, the hand of God was clearly with us throughout this story. We broke down pretty much in the middle of nowhere, but there was actually a motel right there. And where do you find a mechanic who will stay up till 10 PM working for us, and also charge a reasonable fee? Also, it was providential that we planned to arrive at the BB a day early, because we still got there on time! Obviously God wanted us there at the Bible Bee. :D

That's awesome. :D

That's amazing!

That is a wonderful story! Thanks so much for sharing!

This one is a funny story (I’m probably not going to remember it right but here goes!):

My grandma loves her garden. She grows all kind of stuff. Sometimes ground hogs get in and eat her veggies. One day she looked out her window to see a ground hog rooting around in her yard and heading for the garden. Grandpa was not home so she would have to take care of the problem herself, she decided. Quickly she ran into the garage and grabbed up the first thing that she saw (it happened to be Grandpa’s old army hammer, but to her it was just a “whistle-pig demolisher”). She chased the ground hog around for awhile and finely cornered him in the garden where she clobbered him over the head.
When Grandpa got home she said, “Its in the garden… go bury it for me.”
About a week later Grandma and Grandpa were working out side when they spotted a ground hog over the hill. “Quick!” said Grandma, “go get me my hammer!” Grandpa ran to look for a hammer, he came back with a rake. Grandma gave Grandpa a look. “It’s all I could find.” He whispered.
Grandma shrugged and went running across the yard swinging the rake! The ground hog reached his home before Grandma got him. She threw down the rake and glared at Grandpa! “Why didn’t you get me my HAMMER?” she yelled across the yard, “I could have gotten him if I had only had my hammer!!!!”

“I’m going to have to get a piece of rope and tie it around her neck so she wont loss it again.” Grandpa told us when retelling the story.

A few mounts later (and a few dead ground hogs later) Grandpa accidentally caught a skunk in his live trap. Slowly and quietly Grandpa snicked around the corner of the house with the gun…his hair nearly stood on end when he saw the skunk turn its back to him. Meanwhile Grandma got the rocking chair and put it by the window so she could relax well she watch him disposes of the skunk… of course she laughed when the skunk nearly sprayed him. The End!

(This story may have been exaggerated just a little, but the truth is that my grandma kills groundhogs with her hammer!)

Can she come over here during the summer? LOL! :P My dad can't stand groundhogs.

Once a long, long time ago (almost a year ago now) I was with my comrade Angel Cowgirl (well since she gave you her name already I guess I can use it, Mary) and we were board. Our church had just started meeting with a small group in a very old country church building. It was a small church and most of the rooms where locked off because of mildew… so we couldn’t explore and it was too cold out sided to play so we decided to do the only thing we could find to do: CLEAN THE CHRUCH! We had a blast! We decided to clean the kitchen well our sisters cleaned the bathroom. Mary happened to look up and see that the light fixtures where very dirty “But there is no way we can clean those.” She lamented. Now the church ceiling is (or I should say was) a drop ceiling so you can image how challenging those light fixtures looked but being the daughter of a once home repairman I knew just how to do it! For all my knowledge I could not have prevent the calamity that followed.
So we got two chairs and climbed up and I directed her to push up on the one side well I pushed and caught the other side. The one thing I hadn’t thought of was how to get it down with out tipping it one way or the other and knocking all the dead bugs and inch of dust off onto us… I never had to. I soon realized that our chairs weren’t quite positioned right this is how it went:
Mary stretching to wedge her fingers between the light and the ceiling: “I don’t think this is working.”
Sarah: “Your right… you know I bet it would be easier if we move our chairs over a bit.” *at this point I started to get down off the chair *
Mary still pushing up on the light: yeah…
Sarah: “MARY! Watch out!”
Mary as she jerks her hand away from the ready to fall panel: “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
*CARSH!!! * It landed on me dust bugs and all!
Since I can’t scream I like to joke that Mary screams loud enough for the both of us. :D
We both had a good laugh and Mary helped me get some of the dust out of my hair (and dead bugs). She kept apologizing but I told her it wasn’t her fault so much as mine for startling her.
When we successfully got it cleaned up and back up with out difficulty we where ready to start of the second light. We thought of ourselves as “experts” with “plenty of experience”! Almost the same thing happened only this time the light cover fell and broke… we felt really bad but we found some tape and managed to tap it back together.
Last time I saw her we had another good laugh over it… at least we weren’t the ones who were responsible for the church burning down.

That's a funny story! LOL! :D

Lollollol!!! Mary doesn't seem like the type to scream…

Neither am I, but I think I might in a situation like that… :P

Yeah…you don't seem like that type either… I KNOW I would scream…

Especially because of all those *bugs*, right?? evil grin

Uhhh…yeah. :) At least you forgot :)

I’ll bet Mary screamed like six or seven times that day… once she pulled a platter out from under the sink, it had a few old rags on it and leaves, as though it had been outside for a long time at some point in time, then just stuck under the counter out of sight. We didn’t say anything to each other but we both were thinking the same thing, “mouse nest”. Unobserved to Mary my little brother had snuck up beside her and just as she was poking at the rag he made a little noise. She screamed so loud I thought I was deaf and throw the plate in the air! Her mom happened to be nearby at that moment and caught it just in time!

Lol!!! Sounds like what my brother would do to me.

That's terrible! :P

Well, he was only three, he didn’t know what she was doing at all, he just happened to be there when she poked the rag. lol

Okay, that's more understandable then… ;) (BTW… it's a "rag", not a "rage". ;D)

A Bible Study Story

This story took place about five years ago (but to me it seems like yesterday).

There once was a fellowship that meet in a Barn every Friday night. The people who meet there would have a fellowship meal at 6:00 pm (or they would wait till everyone got there… witch meant they would sometimes eat closer to 8), then the would have a singing time; then dig into an very in-depth Bible study of the book of the Bible we were studying in the Bible Bee (the study sometimes went very late); after the study the men and women would gather into groups to pray. The youth would do the same in there own groups. In those days the girls always out numbered the boys so sometimes the girls and boys would pray together… but one Friday night there happened to be a decent number of boys so they went outside the barn to pray. The girls finished praying and just hung around talking in quite voices, then the parents finished praying and the women talked and the men debated (or whatever you want to call deep theology dissections). Suddenly we heard yelling! My brother came in with a swollen face another boy had a swollen hand. Later I heard what happened.
While the boys were praying one of the boys (we'll call him Jonathan) prayed something like this: “Lord, please let us have and adventure where we can get hurt… but not to hurt!”
So after they finished my brother and Jonathan, and Jonathan's brother, were exploring around the side of the barn with their flashlights (please realize that exploring around barns in the dark is not really a good idea). They found an old door and were trying to open it when suddenly something stung my brother on the cheek and neck! As it turned out they had upset a hornets nest! All three of them ran back to the barn and that was the end of the adventure.
So let this be a lesson to you: Be careful what you pray for! And watch out for bees! :P

Wow! I would have ran right when I heard buzzing. :P

They did too… but the buzzing and the stings came at the same time.

We have so many crazy people on Mv… and no one has any stories to tell. How strange!