https://chellos-keyboard-players-club.com/ Sun, 07 Jun 2026 14:20:47 +0000 MyBB https://chellos-keyboard-players-club.com/Thread-12-DAYS-FOR-THE-2ND-TIME-IN-MILITARY-PRISON Sun, 16 Mar 2025 10:06:22 +0000 Chello]]> https://chellos-keyboard-players-club.com/Thread-12-DAYS-FOR-THE-2ND-TIME-IN-MILITARY-PRISON 12 DAYS (FOR THE 2ND TIME) IN MILITARY PRISON

After serving in the Norwegian Coast Guard for a year, I had leave and went home.
While I was home, a general transport strike broke out, so that all public transport came to a standstill.
This was still going on when my leave ended, and I took the opportunity to work.

After working and having illegal leave for 11 days over time (there was still a strike), the head of the Coast Guard called and asked where I was.
I said that all public transport was suspended as a result of the general strike, and that I therefore could not go anywhere.
He scolded me, and demanded that I show up at the boat immediately.
I was cursed at, and said that then I would have to swim, whereupon he threatened that there would be consequences for this.

The next day, 2 non-uniformed policemen were waiting for me when I came home from work and handcuffed me.
They transported me many miles to a place outside Bergen, where 3 military police took over.
They placed me in the back seat with 1 MP on each side, and forced my head between my legs (my hands were handcuffed behind my back), and I had to sit like this for many miles without being able to move.

When we arrived at the camp outside Bergen late at night, the entire camp was in a state of emergency with armed MPs outside the guardhouse, which also housed the local prison.

Later I learned that the reason for this brutal treatment was because they lacked papers on who I was and what I had done, and therefore treated me as a possible terrorist.
I was accommodated in the prison that was emptied of other prisoners because I had to be completely isolated.

During the 12 days I was there, I saw no people; only when I was given food and an outdoor walk for 1 hour every day.
Even the MPs avoided all contact.

After 12 days I was released, and could move freely in the camp, and found an empty dormitory with 100 beds where I lay and did nothing..!
After a few days the camp commander appeared, and asked why I was lying there, and tried to order me to get up and follow his further orders.
I refused to get up, and said that since I did not belong there, he had no authority to order me to do anything.

He left, but after a few days he returned with 2 officers, and showed me a document that said that I had been transferred from the Coast Guard to his camp, and had also obtained a report that another commander had written earlier.
He waved it triumphantly, and said that if I now refused to obey his orders, I would be transferred to a civilian prison for at least a year.
I found it best to do as he said, because I had the maximum number of (6) convictions, and a seventh would automatically result in civil imprisonment.

This was at the end of my mandatory service time, and I was held for 14 days overtime as punishment.]]> 12 DAYS (FOR THE 2ND TIME) IN MILITARY PRISON

After serving in the Norwegian Coast Guard for a year, I had leave and went home.
While I was home, a general transport strike broke out, so that all public transport came to a standstill.
This was still going on when my leave ended, and I took the opportunity to work.

After working and having illegal leave for 11 days over time (there was still a strike), the head of the Coast Guard called and asked where I was.
I said that all public transport was suspended as a result of the general strike, and that I therefore could not go anywhere.
He scolded me, and demanded that I show up at the boat immediately.
I was cursed at, and said that then I would have to swim, whereupon he threatened that there would be consequences for this.

The next day, 2 non-uniformed policemen were waiting for me when I came home from work and handcuffed me.
They transported me many miles to a place outside Bergen, where 3 military police took over.
They placed me in the back seat with 1 MP on each side, and forced my head between my legs (my hands were handcuffed behind my back), and I had to sit like this for many miles without being able to move.

When we arrived at the camp outside Bergen late at night, the entire camp was in a state of emergency with armed MPs outside the guardhouse, which also housed the local prison.

Later I learned that the reason for this brutal treatment was because they lacked papers on who I was and what I had done, and therefore treated me as a possible terrorist.
I was accommodated in the prison that was emptied of other prisoners because I had to be completely isolated.

During the 12 days I was there, I saw no people; only when I was given food and an outdoor walk for 1 hour every day.
Even the MPs avoided all contact.

After 12 days I was released, and could move freely in the camp, and found an empty dormitory with 100 beds where I lay and did nothing..!
After a few days the camp commander appeared, and asked why I was lying there, and tried to order me to get up and follow his further orders.
I refused to get up, and said that since I did not belong there, he had no authority to order me to do anything.

He left, but after a few days he returned with 2 officers, and showed me a document that said that I had been transferred from the Coast Guard to his camp, and had also obtained a report that another commander had written earlier.
He waved it triumphantly, and said that if I now refused to obey his orders, I would be transferred to a civilian prison for at least a year.
I found it best to do as he said, because I had the maximum number of (6) convictions, and a seventh would automatically result in civil imprisonment.

This was at the end of my mandatory service time, and I was held for 14 days overtime as punishment.]]> https://chellos-keyboard-players-club.com/Thread-12-DAYS-IN-MILITARY-PRISON Sat, 15 Mar 2025 05:06:04 +0000 Chello]]> https://chellos-keyboard-players-club.com/Thread-12-DAYS-IN-MILITARY-PRISON 12 DAYS IN MILITARY PRISON

Before I finished the recruit school (1981), I had already reached the maximum number of military sentences - 6.
Sentences beyond this would automatically result in military or civilian imprisonment.
At the artillery school I was given a report, but avoided prison.

After serving for a time in the Coast Guard, I was sentenced to 12 days in military prison as a result of refusing orders.
We participated in a NATO exercise where we had to go skiing, which I refused to do.
Both crew and officers threatened me, but I stood by my decision.

When the exercise was over, an MP arrived to escort me to the prison in the same city where we were stationed; Tromsø.
There I was placed in a cell, but I was isolated from the other prisoners, and received individual treatment in everything.

The others were allowed to go out in the hallway when meals were served, were allowed to borrow books and watch films - I was allowed none of these.
This was in the winter, and the heating was turned off in my cell.
I was not allowed to change clothes or wash myself, and the bed was bolted to the wall 24/7, so I had to lie on the stone floor.
All furniture had been removed, so there was no chair; I had to sit on the floor.
I was also not allowed to smoke.

The light was off during the day and on at night, and every night 3 MPs came in several times, threw me against the wall and claimed that I had smoked.

It was like this every day for 12 days, and it was obvious that they had decided to break me.
The only thing they achieved was that I became even worse than I had been, and lost all respect for authority, the king and the state - and military authority in particular.

As I saw it, THEY were the criminals, not me.
After this I continued my service in the Coast Guard, but only because I had to - if I had refused, this would have automatically resulted in at least a year in civilian prison.]]> 12 DAYS IN MILITARY PRISON

Before I finished the recruit school (1981), I had already reached the maximum number of military sentences - 6.
Sentences beyond this would automatically result in military or civilian imprisonment.
At the artillery school I was given a report, but avoided prison.

After serving for a time in the Coast Guard, I was sentenced to 12 days in military prison as a result of refusing orders.
We participated in a NATO exercise where we had to go skiing, which I refused to do.
Both crew and officers threatened me, but I stood by my decision.

When the exercise was over, an MP arrived to escort me to the prison in the same city where we were stationed; Tromsø.
There I was placed in a cell, but I was isolated from the other prisoners, and received individual treatment in everything.

The others were allowed to go out in the hallway when meals were served, were allowed to borrow books and watch films - I was allowed none of these.
This was in the winter, and the heating was turned off in my cell.
I was not allowed to change clothes or wash myself, and the bed was bolted to the wall 24/7, so I had to lie on the stone floor.
All furniture had been removed, so there was no chair; I had to sit on the floor.
I was also not allowed to smoke.

The light was off during the day and on at night, and every night 3 MPs came in several times, threw me against the wall and claimed that I had smoked.

It was like this every day for 12 days, and it was obvious that they had decided to break me.
The only thing they achieved was that I became even worse than I had been, and lost all respect for authority, the king and the state - and military authority in particular.

As I saw it, THEY were the criminals, not me.
After this I continued my service in the Coast Guard, but only because I had to - if I had refused, this would have automatically resulted in at least a year in civilian prison.]]> https://chellos-keyboard-players-club.com/Thread-SPARRING-WITH-A-PROFESSIONAL-BOXER Fri, 14 Mar 2025 08:24:43 +0000 Chello]]> https://chellos-keyboard-players-club.com/Thread-SPARRING-WITH-A-PROFESSIONAL-BOXER SPARRING WITH A PROFESSIONAL BOXER

This is a story from my time in the military; 1981.
At the recruit school I met a professional boxer, and he was the district champion in his weight class, which was lightweight.

He was housed in the same barracks as me, and there was actually another professional boxer there, who was the district champion in another county.
The two did not get along well; the boxer from the other county tried at every opportunity to show that he was the best, and challenged the other to an illegal boxing match.

He was 20 kg heavier, so it was an unfair match.
The match began, and the heavier one threw series of punches that never hit, because the lighter one was too fast for him.

This continued round after round, until the heavier one began to have trouble staying on his feet.
Then the lighter one began to systematically bombard him with punches that all landed, until he was knocked to the floor and had to realize that he had lost.
I learned a lot from studying them.

Later, my fellow boxer wanted me to spar with him, because he needed a sparring partner.
I reluctantly agreed, because I had no boxing experience.
He replied that it would probably go well, because I had good reflexes.

We started sparring, and I had more than enough work to avoid his punches, but I remembered the match I had seen, and I was also aware that I would most likely have even bigger problems, because I was about 25 kg heavier and inexperienced.

After several such rounds, he landed a punch in an unguarded moment that shook me, but I reacted instinctively and immediately threw a quick (and hard) punch, which knocked him straight to the floor.
He had great difficulty getting back up, but grinned broadly, because this was the first time anyone had managed to knock him to the floor..!

After this we became very good friends, and he insisted that I had good chances of becoming a really good boxer, because I had both good reflexes, the ability to read the opponent and a good punch.

He told the other boxer about the episode - "Chello knocked me to the floor - you couldn't do that..!", who after this disliked me greatly, but he was careful not to do anything more than show it.


]]> SPARRING WITH A PROFESSIONAL BOXER

This is a story from my time in the military; 1981.
At the recruit school I met a professional boxer, and he was the district champion in his weight class, which was lightweight.

He was housed in the same barracks as me, and there was actually another professional boxer there, who was the district champion in another county.
The two did not get along well; the boxer from the other county tried at every opportunity to show that he was the best, and challenged the other to an illegal boxing match.

He was 20 kg heavier, so it was an unfair match.
The match began, and the heavier one threw series of punches that never hit, because the lighter one was too fast for him.

This continued round after round, until the heavier one began to have trouble staying on his feet.
Then the lighter one began to systematically bombard him with punches that all landed, until he was knocked to the floor and had to realize that he had lost.
I learned a lot from studying them.

Later, my fellow boxer wanted me to spar with him, because he needed a sparring partner.
I reluctantly agreed, because I had no boxing experience.
He replied that it would probably go well, because I had good reflexes.

We started sparring, and I had more than enough work to avoid his punches, but I remembered the match I had seen, and I was also aware that I would most likely have even bigger problems, because I was about 25 kg heavier and inexperienced.

After several such rounds, he landed a punch in an unguarded moment that shook me, but I reacted instinctively and immediately threw a quick (and hard) punch, which knocked him straight to the floor.
He had great difficulty getting back up, but grinned broadly, because this was the first time anyone had managed to knock him to the floor..!

After this we became very good friends, and he insisted that I had good chances of becoming a really good boxer, because I had both good reflexes, the ability to read the opponent and a good punch.

He told the other boxer about the episode - "Chello knocked me to the floor - you couldn't do that..!", who after this disliked me greatly, but he was careful not to do anything more than show it.


]]> https://chellos-keyboard-players-club.com/Thread-JEHOVAH-S-WITNESSES-NEVER-CAME-BACK Tue, 11 Mar 2025 22:53:56 +0000 Chello]]> https://chellos-keyboard-players-club.com/Thread-JEHOVAH-S-WITNESSES-NEVER-CAME-BACK JEHOVAH'S WITNESSES NEVER CAME BACK

Here's a funny incident that happened in the 90s.
This was before I met my wife, and I lived in a central apartment in the center of a city.
All my siblings were religious; one of my brothers was Pentecostal, the other and my sister Jehovah's Witnesses.

I was myself, and was regularly visited by my siblings, because they wanted to "save" me from eternal damnation.
I had no problem arguing with them, but made it clear that they had to respect my views, because I respected theirs.

One day the doorbell rang, and outside stood a nicely dressed man and informed me that he was from Jehovah's Witnesses.

I did as I usually do - said no thanks and slammed the door in his face..!
However, he was a little faster than me, because he put his shoe between the door and the frame just as I slammed the door shut, and when I saw this, I pulled extra hard.
He screamed AAUUU !!!

He then managed to twist his foot free from the shoe (an expensive patent shoe) as he hurriedly limped away.
The shoe was left behind.

The next day I was visited by my brother, who told me about the incident, which had been discussed in an internal meeting, and he realized that it was me they were talking about because of the address.
If they had asked him first, they would have been advised not to seek me out with the intention of converting, because he knew how I would react.

I made an agreement with him that I would be "peaced" and never be visited by Jehovah's Witnesses again.
He took the shoe with him when he left.

That's how it went - I was never visited by them again.
A few years later, all my siblings left their religion, and I welcomed them back.]]> JEHOVAH'S WITNESSES NEVER CAME BACK

Here's a funny incident that happened in the 90s.
This was before I met my wife, and I lived in a central apartment in the center of a city.
All my siblings were religious; one of my brothers was Pentecostal, the other and my sister Jehovah's Witnesses.

I was myself, and was regularly visited by my siblings, because they wanted to "save" me from eternal damnation.
I had no problem arguing with them, but made it clear that they had to respect my views, because I respected theirs.

One day the doorbell rang, and outside stood a nicely dressed man and informed me that he was from Jehovah's Witnesses.

I did as I usually do - said no thanks and slammed the door in his face..!
However, he was a little faster than me, because he put his shoe between the door and the frame just as I slammed the door shut, and when I saw this, I pulled extra hard.
He screamed AAUUU !!!

He then managed to twist his foot free from the shoe (an expensive patent shoe) as he hurriedly limped away.
The shoe was left behind.

The next day I was visited by my brother, who told me about the incident, which had been discussed in an internal meeting, and he realized that it was me they were talking about because of the address.
If they had asked him first, they would have been advised not to seek me out with the intention of converting, because he knew how I would react.

I made an agreement with him that I would be "peaced" and never be visited by Jehovah's Witnesses again.
He took the shoe with him when he left.

That's how it went - I was never visited by them again.
A few years later, all my siblings left their religion, and I welcomed them back.]]> https://chellos-keyboard-players-club.com/Thread-I-STARTED-A-NOTORENT-BAR-FIGHT Tue, 11 Mar 2025 03:52:16 +0000 Chello]]> https://chellos-keyboard-players-club.com/Thread-I-STARTED-A-NOTORENT-BAR-FIGHT I STARTED A NOTORENT BAR FIGHT

Here is an experience from my time as a conscript in the Norwegian Coast Guard in 1981:

I was among the crews of two identical vessels that were on shore leave in a major Norwegian port city in the north.
We met at a bar, and the two crews sat and scowled at each other while consuming beer.

We were fierce competitors, and this led to their leader asking me to come over to their table to try to make fun of me.
He placed his right arm on the table, and asked me to arm wrestle with him.

I accepted the challenge, and I immediately noticed that he was a pretty strong guy, who seemed sure to win.
At the same time, I knew that he had already lost, because he was going hard, without me having any trouble holding him back.

I let him push, and he became visibly red in the face, until he bet everything on one card and tried to slam my arm into the table.
Instead, I pushed his arm into the table slowly but effectively.

He got angry and claimed I had cheated, and insisted on doing it again.
He got his wish, but lost every time.

Finally, he grinned wickedly, and told me to try with my left arm - he HAD to win !
He didn't know that I'm mostly left-handed and an accordion player (never break your left against an accordion player !), and was now ABSOLUTELY sure to win.

He lost pretty brutally, because I was now fed up with his behavior, and decided to make short work of it.
He insisted on trying again several times, but lost worse and worse each time, because I starting to get angry that he wouldn't admit losing.

Finally, he gave up and recommended me in a threatening way to leave the place.
As I stood up, I saw one of his crew attacking one of my crew, and I instinctively reacted by doing a "Tarzan" hold on him, pushing him across the room until we ended up on top of some tables.
There he lay helpless and screaming without anyone intervening.

Fortunately, the bar had 2 military police as doormen, and they quickly came and removed the troublemaker.
They recommended that I leave the bar, which I did, while the others stayed behind.
Many hours later, the crew returned, bloody and bruised - one of them had to go to hospital and have his face stitched up, as someone had cut him serious with a knife.


Many years later, I heard someone in another town talking about the worst bar fight in the history of Harstad (the name of the town) - a fight that started because I won an arm wrestling match and neutralized the worst troublemaker of the other crew, which made them vengeful.]]> I STARTED A NOTORENT BAR FIGHT

Here is an experience from my time as a conscript in the Norwegian Coast Guard in 1981:

I was among the crews of two identical vessels that were on shore leave in a major Norwegian port city in the north.
We met at a bar, and the two crews sat and scowled at each other while consuming beer.

We were fierce competitors, and this led to their leader asking me to come over to their table to try to make fun of me.
He placed his right arm on the table, and asked me to arm wrestle with him.

I accepted the challenge, and I immediately noticed that he was a pretty strong guy, who seemed sure to win.
At the same time, I knew that he had already lost, because he was going hard, without me having any trouble holding him back.

I let him push, and he became visibly red in the face, until he bet everything on one card and tried to slam my arm into the table.
Instead, I pushed his arm into the table slowly but effectively.

He got angry and claimed I had cheated, and insisted on doing it again.
He got his wish, but lost every time.

Finally, he grinned wickedly, and told me to try with my left arm - he HAD to win !
He didn't know that I'm mostly left-handed and an accordion player (never break your left against an accordion player !), and was now ABSOLUTELY sure to win.

He lost pretty brutally, because I was now fed up with his behavior, and decided to make short work of it.
He insisted on trying again several times, but lost worse and worse each time, because I starting to get angry that he wouldn't admit losing.

Finally, he gave up and recommended me in a threatening way to leave the place.
As I stood up, I saw one of his crew attacking one of my crew, and I instinctively reacted by doing a "Tarzan" hold on him, pushing him across the room until we ended up on top of some tables.
There he lay helpless and screaming without anyone intervening.

Fortunately, the bar had 2 military police as doormen, and they quickly came and removed the troublemaker.
They recommended that I leave the bar, which I did, while the others stayed behind.
Many hours later, the crew returned, bloody and bruised - one of them had to go to hospital and have his face stitched up, as someone had cut him serious with a knife.


Many years later, I heard someone in another town talking about the worst bar fight in the history of Harstad (the name of the town) - a fight that started because I won an arm wrestling match and neutralized the worst troublemaker of the other crew, which made them vengeful.]]> https://chellos-keyboard-players-club.com/Thread-MANY-NEAR-DEATH-EXPERIENCES-MAKE-LIFE-RICHER Sun, 25 Feb 2024 10:38:37 +0000 Chello]]> https://chellos-keyboard-players-club.com/Thread-MANY-NEAR-DEATH-EXPERIENCES-MAKE-LIFE-RICHER MANY NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCES MAKE LIFE RICHER

As mentioned before, I have ADHD.
People who have this tend to be exposed to life-threatening situations, and I am certainly no exception.
I have had 32 near-death experiences:


1: It started when I was born as a twin, while the twin had died earlier in the pregnancy - I barely survived after exchanging blood, and was constantly ill for 2 years.


2: 3 years old I tripped, hit a sharp stone with my throat, and the blood gushed out. I narrowly avoided bleeding to death. Luckily, I was with my older brother and a friend of his, and they had to carry me as they ran down the forest several hundred meters while blood pumped out of my throat.


3: At the age of 4, I fell off a cliff, but managed to cling to a branch and avoid falling onto the cliffs 100 meters further down.


4: When I was 8, I was snowboarding down a steep frozen river, lost control, and ended up in a barbed wire fence in front of the main river, which wasn't frozen. I escaped with some nasty cuts.


5: At the age of 10, I was fishing in the middle of the fjord, when the little dinghy I was using started taking on a lot of water very quickly. I was about 30 minutes from shore, and rowed like crazy while scooping out water, and barely made it to shore before the boat sank. I couldn't swim.


6: At the age of 11, I was sledding down a steep hill right into an intersection, where I met a tanker truck. I drove under it between the wheels, and both barely managed to stop; I could have been crushed under the car.
I was never allowed to sled again, because the driver knew my father.


7: At the age of 12, I was cycling down a very steep hill with one person on the back at a very high speed, when the bike skidded, and we fell off and slid on our chests for many meters. We were both wearing suits, because this was my brother's confirmation. The suits were just bloody rags afterwards, but we didn't break any limbs.
I had to sell the bike afterwards.


8: At the age of 12, I fell from a roof, but landed on a patch of moss, seriously injuring my ankle. I walked on crutches for 3 years afterwards.


9: At the age of 15, I fell into a glacier crevasse, and had not been able to get up on my own - luckily I had someone with me, who barely managed to pull me up. I avoided injury.


10: At the age of 18, I fell over with a 6.5 ton forklift but avoided injury.


11: At the age of 18, I was play fighting with a large Husky, when it got serious and attacked me. I had to fight for my life, placing one hand in the dog's mouth and forcing its lower jaw down, while placing the other in its upper jaw.
I had 2 choices; to hold it like that until it gave up, or to kill it by breaking its neck.
It didn't give up, but only became more aggressive.

Fortunately, the dog's owner, who was my friend, came and managed to calm it down.
A short time later, the dog was alone with their baby in the kitchen, and they found the dog with the baby in its mouth.
The baby survived, but had to be stitched up and had ugly scars for the rest of its life.


12: At the age of 19, I had acute appendicitis, and was operated on at the last minute.


13-14: At the age of 20, I served in the Coast Guard, and twice we were in the middle of a hurricane in the Barents Sea.
This was in the winter, and we had to constantly go out on deck to chop ice - tie ourselves up, hit with a sledgehammer as we landed on deck after a wave. The water froze to ice immediately when it hit us or the boat, and the ice became 20 cm thick in no time.
The boat (about the size of a large trawler) listed twice 43 out of a possible 45 degrees and was about to capsize.


15: From the period in the Coast Guard:
We had an exercise in the Barents Sea in the middle of winter, and it was many degrees below zero. The seawater was so cold that if you fell overboard, you would freeze to death within minutes.

We were required to test the survival suits used when boarding vessels, and were asked to put on suits and jump overboard.
I refused, but was overpowered by the crew, put on a suit and thrown overboard.

There was rough sea and strong wind, so I was quite far from the boat in a short time.
After a few minutes I noticed that the temperature in the suit felt comfortable, which was because it was taking in water; there were holes in it !

I started shouting for help, but the crew just laughed at me, until they saw that I was lying low in the water and about to drown. They maneuvered over to me and got me aboard, just in time to save my life.


16: At the age of 20, I was riding my bike while intoxicated. I didn't understand anything when I woke up the next morning in a pile of stones in the lake to someone shouting something from the way over. The bike stood neatly against the wall of the road, while I had fallen 2 meters into the sea below and landed in a pile of stones. Luckily it was low tide so I didn't drown, but I was also lucky to only turn yellow and blue from the fall.


17: When I was 20, I traveled on a Twin Otter plane in a snowstorm. As the plane took off, it turned out that the crew had not locked the door properly, because it opened, and wind and hail blew into the plane, while the pilots lost control and people screamed hysterically. The crew barely managed to close the door, and the plane continued on its journey without further problems.
I have never flown on this type of plane again.


18: At the age of 22, I lost the brakes on a forklift going down a steep road, narrowly avoiding a crash by repeatedly sinking the forks into the asphalt.


19: At the age of 23, I drove drunk, almost collided with a car, crashed into a guardrail, crashed into a container on a dock and finally crashed into a stone staircase in front of the house I lived in.
The car was almost new, and bought on installments. The damage was extensive.


20: At the age of 24, I overturned a van on a sharp bend, but neither the car nor I were hurt, because it rolled into a grassy hill. I unbuckled my seat belt (which I always wear..!), and climbed out the other door.


21: At the age of 29, I worked as a machine mechanic, cutting aluminum profiles for ribbon tweeters.
I had cut over 3000 profiles when I forgot where my hands were, but felt the air pressure of the saw blade as it came up against both hands, which were placed above the saw blade. The blade barely nipped my gloves, but I managed to pull my hands away before they were cut off. Never wear gloves when working with cutting tools!


22: 30 years old I fell over with a lift, but managed to stop the roll into the wall by maneuvering quickly.


23: At the age of 34, I was inspecting a 4-storey new building. The stairs had not been started, and the stairwells were secured with slabs without railings. I stepped on the slabs, they gave way, and I fell through the slabs on each floor as they fell around me. I finally ended up in the basement on a stack of styrofoam sheets, without being hit by the sheets - without injuring myself.


24: At the age of 35, I crashed my bike on a steep hill; I hit a car across and had a speed of 50 km/h. I managed to jump off the bike at speed, and hit the car with one shoulder - my head barely cleared the top of the car. The collarbone was broken lengthwise and I was temporarily paralyzed on the left side, but recovered completely after a few years.


25: At the age of 25, I was driving a small sports car on holiday and lost the brakes on all 4 wheels at the same time, which was technically impossible.
I managed to maneuver the car into a workshop, and the mechanic said that the brakes were sabotaged; the brake fluid hoses had obvious damage after being partially cut.
I had borrowed the car, and it was inspected by a mechanic with whom I had a bad relationship.


26: A similar story from when I was 25:
I had borrowed a car and suddenly lost one of the rear wheels - it came loose and got stuck in the fender.
Luckily I was driving slowly.
This car had recently been checked by the same mechanic as the other one who had deliberately loosened the wheel bolts.
I made sure that the mechanic never dared to do something like that again.


27: When I was 35, I traveled on a large airliner, and as we landed at the airport (which had a runway that was too short; Norway's shortest) the plane hit the runway with one wheel due to strong gusts of wind, the plane twisted and almost went around. People screamed. The pilots barely managed to regain control before the runway ended.


28: At the age of 36, I was left hanging from a roof ridge by my hands, after the 13.5 meter ladder slipped and stopped on the ridge. Amazingly, I managed to get hold of the ladder with my feet, and let myself down onto the ladder. The trip back down was a nightmare, and I have since suffered from acute fear of heights.


29: At the age of 39, I had a heart attack, and was operated on at the last minute 2 years later.


30: After the heart attack I had to go through a number of tests, and one of these was on an ergometer bike.
I was in good shape despite the heart attack, and passed the test with flying colors.
The doctor got irritated, and set up an extra hard program, which I also passed.

A few months later I had to take another ergometer bike test, and I failed this one - it was too hard.
The doctor tried to pressure me to continue, saying that if it went wrong, he and the nurse who was also there would resuscitate me.
I refused to continue, and got off the bike.

After this I was called in for a conversation with the same doctor, where he said that he was tired of treating people who were themselves to blame for their illness, and that people like me cost society a lot of money - a heart operation cost 160,000 Norwegian kroner.

I have always been quick to respond, and replied that I had actually paid for several operations, because I had smoked since I was 15 and had paid a fortune in tobacco taxes.
He became furious, screamed OUT!!! and pointed at the door.

I left the hospital, and shortly afterwards I received a letter from the main hospital stating that the doctor had demanded that I be banned from all follow-up treatment for 2 years.
It took a long time for my GP to understand this, and then he demanded that follow-up treatment be resumed immediately.

This revealed that since I had not received follow-up treatment, the condition was now life-threatening, because 2 of the 3 main arteries to the heart were calcified along their entire length with cholesterol.
The only solution was immediate surgery, which I received.


31: At the age of 42, I drove the car (a small van) onto a pier, which was not really drivable, because there were large cracks in the road surface, and I could barely maneuver the car over the potholes.

This was late in the fall, and there was a storm - the sea was over the pier, and I drove forward little by little every time a wave came - I drove into the waves, as this was the only way.

Once I miscalculated, so that some of the wave hit the van, and the car was thrown over the edge of the pier - there was sea on the other side.

I barely managed to avoid ending up in the sea, and never did this again.
I can't swim either, by the way..!


32: At the age of 51, I suffered from severe acute sciatica, and had to use large amounts of Paralgin Forte for the pain.
This led to emergency admission to the hospital, where they found inflammation of the peritoneum, inflammation of the liver and inflammation of the gallbladder.
I barely managed to save my life, and they wanted to remove my gallbladder afterwards (it was full of gallstones). I ran away from the operation before it was done, and have never had any problems with it since. Never use Paralgin Forte..!

After this I have lived a quiet life; it's not worth challenging fate - I've learned to control my ADHD. 
I have had many near-accidents besides the ones I have mentioned here, but in recent years I have been careful, and have avoided dangerous situations.]]> MANY NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCES MAKE LIFE RICHER

As mentioned before, I have ADHD.
People who have this tend to be exposed to life-threatening situations, and I am certainly no exception.
I have had 32 near-death experiences:


1: It started when I was born as a twin, while the twin had died earlier in the pregnancy - I barely survived after exchanging blood, and was constantly ill for 2 years.


2: 3 years old I tripped, hit a sharp stone with my throat, and the blood gushed out. I narrowly avoided bleeding to death. Luckily, I was with my older brother and a friend of his, and they had to carry me as they ran down the forest several hundred meters while blood pumped out of my throat.


3: At the age of 4, I fell off a cliff, but managed to cling to a branch and avoid falling onto the cliffs 100 meters further down.


4: When I was 8, I was snowboarding down a steep frozen river, lost control, and ended up in a barbed wire fence in front of the main river, which wasn't frozen. I escaped with some nasty cuts.


5: At the age of 10, I was fishing in the middle of the fjord, when the little dinghy I was using started taking on a lot of water very quickly. I was about 30 minutes from shore, and rowed like crazy while scooping out water, and barely made it to shore before the boat sank. I couldn't swim.


6: At the age of 11, I was sledding down a steep hill right into an intersection, where I met a tanker truck. I drove under it between the wheels, and both barely managed to stop; I could have been crushed under the car.
I was never allowed to sled again, because the driver knew my father.


7: At the age of 12, I was cycling down a very steep hill with one person on the back at a very high speed, when the bike skidded, and we fell off and slid on our chests for many meters. We were both wearing suits, because this was my brother's confirmation. The suits were just bloody rags afterwards, but we didn't break any limbs.
I had to sell the bike afterwards.


8: At the age of 12, I fell from a roof, but landed on a patch of moss, seriously injuring my ankle. I walked on crutches for 3 years afterwards.


9: At the age of 15, I fell into a glacier crevasse, and had not been able to get up on my own - luckily I had someone with me, who barely managed to pull me up. I avoided injury.


10: At the age of 18, I fell over with a 6.5 ton forklift but avoided injury.


11: At the age of 18, I was play fighting with a large Husky, when it got serious and attacked me. I had to fight for my life, placing one hand in the dog's mouth and forcing its lower jaw down, while placing the other in its upper jaw.
I had 2 choices; to hold it like that until it gave up, or to kill it by breaking its neck.
It didn't give up, but only became more aggressive.

Fortunately, the dog's owner, who was my friend, came and managed to calm it down.
A short time later, the dog was alone with their baby in the kitchen, and they found the dog with the baby in its mouth.
The baby survived, but had to be stitched up and had ugly scars for the rest of its life.


12: At the age of 19, I had acute appendicitis, and was operated on at the last minute.


13-14: At the age of 20, I served in the Coast Guard, and twice we were in the middle of a hurricane in the Barents Sea.
This was in the winter, and we had to constantly go out on deck to chop ice - tie ourselves up, hit with a sledgehammer as we landed on deck after a wave. The water froze to ice immediately when it hit us or the boat, and the ice became 20 cm thick in no time.
The boat (about the size of a large trawler) listed twice 43 out of a possible 45 degrees and was about to capsize.


15: From the period in the Coast Guard:
We had an exercise in the Barents Sea in the middle of winter, and it was many degrees below zero. The seawater was so cold that if you fell overboard, you would freeze to death within minutes.

We were required to test the survival suits used when boarding vessels, and were asked to put on suits and jump overboard.
I refused, but was overpowered by the crew, put on a suit and thrown overboard.

There was rough sea and strong wind, so I was quite far from the boat in a short time.
After a few minutes I noticed that the temperature in the suit felt comfortable, which was because it was taking in water; there were holes in it !

I started shouting for help, but the crew just laughed at me, until they saw that I was lying low in the water and about to drown. They maneuvered over to me and got me aboard, just in time to save my life.


16: At the age of 20, I was riding my bike while intoxicated. I didn't understand anything when I woke up the next morning in a pile of stones in the lake to someone shouting something from the way over. The bike stood neatly against the wall of the road, while I had fallen 2 meters into the sea below and landed in a pile of stones. Luckily it was low tide so I didn't drown, but I was also lucky to only turn yellow and blue from the fall.


17: When I was 20, I traveled on a Twin Otter plane in a snowstorm. As the plane took off, it turned out that the crew had not locked the door properly, because it opened, and wind and hail blew into the plane, while the pilots lost control and people screamed hysterically. The crew barely managed to close the door, and the plane continued on its journey without further problems.
I have never flown on this type of plane again.


18: At the age of 22, I lost the brakes on a forklift going down a steep road, narrowly avoiding a crash by repeatedly sinking the forks into the asphalt.


19: At the age of 23, I drove drunk, almost collided with a car, crashed into a guardrail, crashed into a container on a dock and finally crashed into a stone staircase in front of the house I lived in.
The car was almost new, and bought on installments. The damage was extensive.


20: At the age of 24, I overturned a van on a sharp bend, but neither the car nor I were hurt, because it rolled into a grassy hill. I unbuckled my seat belt (which I always wear..!), and climbed out the other door.


21: At the age of 29, I worked as a machine mechanic, cutting aluminum profiles for ribbon tweeters.
I had cut over 3000 profiles when I forgot where my hands were, but felt the air pressure of the saw blade as it came up against both hands, which were placed above the saw blade. The blade barely nipped my gloves, but I managed to pull my hands away before they were cut off. Never wear gloves when working with cutting tools!


22: 30 years old I fell over with a lift, but managed to stop the roll into the wall by maneuvering quickly.


23: At the age of 34, I was inspecting a 4-storey new building. The stairs had not been started, and the stairwells were secured with slabs without railings. I stepped on the slabs, they gave way, and I fell through the slabs on each floor as they fell around me. I finally ended up in the basement on a stack of styrofoam sheets, without being hit by the sheets - without injuring myself.


24: At the age of 35, I crashed my bike on a steep hill; I hit a car across and had a speed of 50 km/h. I managed to jump off the bike at speed, and hit the car with one shoulder - my head barely cleared the top of the car. The collarbone was broken lengthwise and I was temporarily paralyzed on the left side, but recovered completely after a few years.


25: At the age of 25, I was driving a small sports car on holiday and lost the brakes on all 4 wheels at the same time, which was technically impossible.
I managed to maneuver the car into a workshop, and the mechanic said that the brakes were sabotaged; the brake fluid hoses had obvious damage after being partially cut.
I had borrowed the car, and it was inspected by a mechanic with whom I had a bad relationship.


26: A similar story from when I was 25:
I had borrowed a car and suddenly lost one of the rear wheels - it came loose and got stuck in the fender.
Luckily I was driving slowly.
This car had recently been checked by the same mechanic as the other one who had deliberately loosened the wheel bolts.
I made sure that the mechanic never dared to do something like that again.


27: When I was 35, I traveled on a large airliner, and as we landed at the airport (which had a runway that was too short; Norway's shortest) the plane hit the runway with one wheel due to strong gusts of wind, the plane twisted and almost went around. People screamed. The pilots barely managed to regain control before the runway ended.


28: At the age of 36, I was left hanging from a roof ridge by my hands, after the 13.5 meter ladder slipped and stopped on the ridge. Amazingly, I managed to get hold of the ladder with my feet, and let myself down onto the ladder. The trip back down was a nightmare, and I have since suffered from acute fear of heights.


29: At the age of 39, I had a heart attack, and was operated on at the last minute 2 years later.


30: After the heart attack I had to go through a number of tests, and one of these was on an ergometer bike.
I was in good shape despite the heart attack, and passed the test with flying colors.
The doctor got irritated, and set up an extra hard program, which I also passed.

A few months later I had to take another ergometer bike test, and I failed this one - it was too hard.
The doctor tried to pressure me to continue, saying that if it went wrong, he and the nurse who was also there would resuscitate me.
I refused to continue, and got off the bike.

After this I was called in for a conversation with the same doctor, where he said that he was tired of treating people who were themselves to blame for their illness, and that people like me cost society a lot of money - a heart operation cost 160,000 Norwegian kroner.

I have always been quick to respond, and replied that I had actually paid for several operations, because I had smoked since I was 15 and had paid a fortune in tobacco taxes.
He became furious, screamed OUT!!! and pointed at the door.

I left the hospital, and shortly afterwards I received a letter from the main hospital stating that the doctor had demanded that I be banned from all follow-up treatment for 2 years.
It took a long time for my GP to understand this, and then he demanded that follow-up treatment be resumed immediately.

This revealed that since I had not received follow-up treatment, the condition was now life-threatening, because 2 of the 3 main arteries to the heart were calcified along their entire length with cholesterol.
The only solution was immediate surgery, which I received.


31: At the age of 42, I drove the car (a small van) onto a pier, which was not really drivable, because there were large cracks in the road surface, and I could barely maneuver the car over the potholes.

This was late in the fall, and there was a storm - the sea was over the pier, and I drove forward little by little every time a wave came - I drove into the waves, as this was the only way.

Once I miscalculated, so that some of the wave hit the van, and the car was thrown over the edge of the pier - there was sea on the other side.

I barely managed to avoid ending up in the sea, and never did this again.
I can't swim either, by the way..!


32: At the age of 51, I suffered from severe acute sciatica, and had to use large amounts of Paralgin Forte for the pain.
This led to emergency admission to the hospital, where they found inflammation of the peritoneum, inflammation of the liver and inflammation of the gallbladder.
I barely managed to save my life, and they wanted to remove my gallbladder afterwards (it was full of gallstones). I ran away from the operation before it was done, and have never had any problems with it since. Never use Paralgin Forte..!

After this I have lived a quiet life; it's not worth challenging fate - I've learned to control my ADHD. 
I have had many near-accidents besides the ones I have mentioned here, but in recent years I have been careful, and have avoided dangerous situations.]]>