People are Confessing that Time They "Took One for the Team"

Winter of 2013 or 14 I worked for an office supply store doing in-store tech sales and in-home tech repair/troubleshooting let's call it "Maples" well we had a bunch of repeat customers who were horrors to deal with.

Cue, Mr. X. Mr. X had some form (or something that worked like muscular dystrophy) he was barely able to make sounds, and maybe one word attempt out of 20 would be intelligible. He would come into the store usually 1-2 times a month with all sorts of problems, and more often than not, we would bring him to a computer to type his responses because it was faster and we could figure out what he was trying to say. Albeit slowly.

Flash forward, he SOMEHOW learned that we did in-home visits and I basically got told a few weeks out from my manager his hands were tied as he was worried about getting sued over discrimination. Time to take one for the team.

Flash forward I show up to his beautiful apartment in a really nice part of town, and I try to buzz in using the intercom. No Response, 2 more buzzes no response. I call my manager thinking I have my out, and some woman asks me if I'm here to help someone in the building and lets me in. SHIT. So I go to his apartment and knock and the motorized door swings open. HORROR. He has cream-colored carpets throughout the stark almost featureless apartment and there are chocolate-colored tire tracks from his electric wheelchair everywhere. He beckons me over to the computer, and I dive in I'm there to do a full system reinstall. I want to make this as quick and painless as possible. He asks me to grab some files, and as I start going around. The Porn popup's start. They're BAD. Like bad bad. Like every few seconds and he's sitting there over my shoulder while I'm trying to work. Massively uncomfortable.

I wipe the system, and reinstall a few software pieces, outlook, his scanner printer and office. Done.

He starts making a RUCUS and I'm like wtf is wrong. I'm just about done. Gestures to the underside of the desk and in addition to more chocolate tire tracks there are speakers down there. Apparently (conveyed via tablet and guessing), the speaker cables are a mess so he wants me to clean them up. I get down there and realize the carpet is "Crunchy" then realize his entire computer was FILLED with porn. I'm literally climbing through a "dirty sock" without the sock. I finish tidying the cables. Tell him we're done.

Sit in my car for 10 minutes trying to process it all, call the store back and tell them I'm going home to take a shower. Get back and recount my tale to all of the managers, who surmise I've earned my keep for more than the next month.

Username: kayakguy429

After 6 months of applications, essays, and interviews, I was selected for a spot in a prestigious boarding school along with 149 other boys and girls out of thousands of hopeful applicants from my state. I adjusted pretty quickly to the dorm life and the schools strict and regimented lifestyle.

I quickly found that the boys dorm had a number of quirks and traditions. Like your 'birthday surprise' where 75 guys cram into your room in their boxers, just waiting for you to return.

They pull you in and mosh. Mostly just surprising the first time, and exasperating after that. You try to find more creative ways to avoid it, but they find more creative ways to surprise you, and upperclassmen are crafty.

In my senior year, the tradition was dying and the faculty decided the time was right to stamp it out. A junior had mentioned it to his mom, who called the school in a frenzy and before you know it five of my friends and I are being hauled before the dean and a panel of professors.

They accused us of hazing.

The dean told us he had names and would trade more for not expelling us. I called his bullshit, said he didn't have any names or they would all be in the hallway waiting to see him. I looked at my fellow classmates and made my call.

See, I was cream of the crop from my local podunk high school but these kids were in a whole different league of academic excellence.

Like the boy who had tested to skip grades so many times he was a senior on course for graduation next semester at 14 years old. He would be accepted to college before he could drive and graduate with a bachelor's before he could buy his own beer. The kid was terrified, we all were, but I couldn't let this one thing ruin all the work that kid had done to get here.

I told the dean I had organized the whole thing on my own initiative, any other individuals who may or may not have participated were therefore also victims of the 20 year tradition of moshing in your underwear on somebody's birthday, and should not be held accountable for that action, and that I would accept expulsion and write apology letters to each of the boy, his mom, and the school.

Without the references from that school, and its scholarships and brunches with deep pocketed corporate recruiters I never could afford to go to college. I got a job flipping burgers to help my parents pay the bills, got back on reduced-cost lunches at my local podunk highschool, and finished out my senior year.

We don't talk since it happened, those other boys and I, but I keep tabs on them. I'm proud to say every one of them are successful college educated men, working with prestigious companies and hospitals, and I hope that my actions helped even a little to get them there.

Go Possums.

Username: SkepticalMutt

Me and 2 of my friends call them F and J went to stay in a cottage to booze up for a weekend, now this cottage was owend by J's parents so he knew his way round the area,

anyways, so first night goes well, we drink we play some poker play some other games watch a couple movies, fun times,

second night was a bit different, you see there was this really big hill quite close to it, would take about an hour to go up and down, sober atleast. us being drunk teenages decide after a few drinks, whatever lets go up and look at the stars, so climbing this hill went fine,

but once we got to the top of the hill i was pretty sobered F, despite being a quite skinny guy, was a mega heavy weight so he was sobered too, but J, oh J was completely waaaay too drunk, him being too drunk and it being a cold night we decide we should probably start heading down,

given that J was the only one that really knew the way down it took us quite a while to get down during which J threw up on us as we were carrying him down and also decided, he needed to take a dump on the ground which he proceeded to fall backwards into, so with shit, spit, spit, throwup and blood on all three of us we continued to carry him down,

with only the sparing light from a phone with 5% battery on it, through trial and tribulation we get him, for the most part, to the bottom of this hill, during this time he sobered enough to the point he could walk with just a little assistance.

we got to this farm at the bottom of this hill and he decided that he knew best and that we had to jump over this fence, despite us multiple times telling him its not the way, he kept on insisting so much so that he broke free of us and went to climb over the gate and go there him self,

as he climbs the gate i look at the ground and shout "J, I DONT THINK THATS SOLID GROUND" it was too late. as soon as he jumped over he fell completely submerged in a cess pit of cow shit and wayyy to drunk to be able to get out,

given i was closer to him than F i thought ' oh for fucks sakes' and took one for the team and jumped in to try find him and pull him out of the shit, thankfully i didn find him and pulled him out, and the farmers alerted by our screaming found us and hosed us down,

that night we had to bathe him and spent about 3-4 hours cleaning uo all the shit we spread around the house as we had to be gone the following morning.

all said its now a fond memory and a funny story that we enjoy telling when we meet new people.

Username: Flynnjaminfrank

We had a bad drought in June, that lasted through July. Day after July 5th me and the homies are walking through this field and happen across a band of firecrackers that hasnt been set off. I was the oldest(16) and the stoner of the group so I had a lighter on me.

I kneel down and go to light it and get an insanely bad feeling . I'm not one to ingore my instincts so I stand straight up and say "Yea, this is fucked. I'm out" and start to walk away. The youngest of the group, probably 13 at the time, starts bitching and moaning about wanting to light them.

I throw him my lighter and say "sure, have all the bad ideas you want bud." He lights it and we all run. We went to a friends house in a nearby neighborhood, its now about 20 minutes after we lit it and we start to hear sirens, police and fire trucks.

We are all sitting there getting high and we start to look at each other. Another 20 minutes goes by and there's a knock on the door, I overhear my friends parents talking with a police officer. My mind immediately makes all the connections.

When we ran, we ran straight through a lady's yard that knew at least one of my friends by name. I figure she called the cops when she heard the firecrackers go off. So, I stand up, empty my pockets, and say "this is going to suck." All the homies look at me confused and I walk out. I meet the police in the living room while theyre still talking with my buddies parents.

The older officer says, "Are you *name redacted*?" I say "no, but you want to talk to me." I turn around put my hands on the back of my head, get patted down, cuffed and put in the back of their car. They must have been so hyped because they didnt bother talking to any of the homies.

On the way to the station I play the quiet game, all the while they're asking "why'd you do it?" Making comments like "you're fucked, arson is a serious crime." "They can try you as an adult you know?" .Get to the station, Ithey take my information put in holding, and just chill.

I still havent said anything meaningful at this point. Pass out, wake up to being told ime being released which I thought was odd. Then I'm told to appear at the magistrate's office in 3 weeks.

I call moms, she comes to pick me up, I explain everything but that doesnt stop her from being pissed. 3 weeks later I'm at the magistrate's office for reasons I dont know yet.

I talk to the magistrate and receive 1 year probation for "interfering with a police investigation," No mention of arson, or arrest or anything that had happened. I'm confused but dont say shit and leave. On the way home I'm racking my brain for what happened.

The only thing I can come up with is that I was never read my rights, didnt say shit about anything, and held unlawfully. The 3 weeks I think was to give the fire marshal time to investigate because the two cops that showed up didnt question anyone else so they had nothing.

Fire Marshall didn't find anything inctiminating apparently and I guess the lady who called the cops didnt see enough for it to make a difference. Everything is running through my head and I'm just thinking about how fucking lucky I got.

Username: Fair_Border4142

Several years back I was working in a 2nd grade classroom when I heard screaming coming from over by the class bathroom. A kid was holding the door open and several kids were standing nearby screaming. I peeked in and I saw this little girl pressed back against the far wall of the little bathroom stall crying.

I went over and asked the kids what was going on, and one of the kids said "MISS PARTOFBREAKFAST THERE'S A BIG SPIDER IN THERE AND IT'S GOING TO EAT HER!"

Now, before I continue, I need to point out something: I have arachniphobia and it's bad enough that I often cannot capture spiders in my own home and release them, I have to kill them with a swiffer or something and carefully dispose of them while not touching them while even dead. Spiders are something I usually leave for other people to deal with.

But in this case, there was a little girl absolutely bawling and several children who kept screaming, and the teacher was 8 months pregnant and I didn't want her to fall off a chair trying to get to this spider. So I sighed, grabbed the broom, and got to work.

The spider wasn't actually that horrible. It looked giant to a kid, but it was probably the size of a quarter at most. So big, but not a tarantula or anything. My arachnophobic brain was screaming at me to get a flamethrower to solve the problem, but no, I had to be reasonable.

First, I tried to get the girl to come out of the bathroom. I tried to assure her that the spider wouldn't jump on her and that she could get by safely. The girl was frozen in place though and refused to move, and she had wedged herself behind the toilet so I had no way of getting to her without putting myself at risk of having the spider drop on me. So I told her to stay put, and I carefully brought the broom in and tried to knock the spider down to the ground.

At this point the teacher is trying to keep the kids back so that I can work, but of course kids are little rubberneckers so they keep getting out of their seats to come see. One of them bumps into me right as I'm poking at the spider, and the spider drops.

Right onto my hand.

And it half-falls, half-skuttles down the sleeve of my sweater, since my arms are pointed upwards trying to broom this spider off the ceiling of the bathroom.

I scream and immediately drop the broom as I try to yank up the sleeve of my sweater and force the spider out. But the spider got rolled up in the fabric or something, so I'm unbuttoning my sweater as fast as I can while backing up from the bathroom. I knock two kids down in the process by bumping into them, but I get my sweater off and throw it across the room.

I check my arm and I don't see anything, so I know the spider is in that sweater. The sweater is carefully bagged and taken to my not-arachnophobic co-worker so she can get the spider out of it, all while laughing her ass off at me.

Also I had to clean the broom because it had fallen into the toilet when I had dropped it. And we had to get a change of clothes for the girl because the broom dropping in the toilet had splashed her with toilet water.

But I was a hero for a classroom of 7-year-olds and the very pregnant teacher didn't have to deal with it, so it was alright I guess. I'm still arachnophobic though.

Username: partofbreakfast

Was on the night shift at the Morgue at the Hospital I work at. I'm not actually a Mortician, I basically just take the bodies from their rooms, transport them to the Morgue, prepare them and put them in the cooler to be dealt with during the day.

Normally I only serve 3 of the 4 buildings on the main campus, and the nurses usually handle the transport of deceased patients in the 4th building.

A few months ago I got a call from one of said nurses, asking me to come help transport a recently deceased older lady who had died of septic shock in the ICU.

They didn't give me many details, but I figured it was probably just a particularly heavy body they couldn't transfer to the gurney on their own. I made the 1/2 mile hike through the tunnel connecting the buildings and got up to the Unit.

As soon as I stepped off the elevator, I smelled it. I can only describe it as a cocktail of rotting corpse, human feces, and strangely wet dog all combined into one. The entire Unit *REEKED*.

I crossed my fingers and prayed it wasn't my dead friend who was making that stench. Got to the room number, and immediately saw about 5 nurses standing behind the glass in full isolation gear, gagging and throwing up into a biohazard bin as they peeled the destroyed blanket and sheets from the bed the woman was laying on. I put on my gear, entered the room, and finally saw who I was moving.

I have a very strong stomach, and i've never barfed in my life unless I was really sick. This one had me gagging, even through a sealed iso suit. This poor woman was just skin and bone, looked like she had already been dead for a few days.

Her eyes were sunken, her arms and legs were black and green, and she was covered in brown stained dressings from head to toe covering cavities of flesh that had rotted away.

Nobody else was able to move her without losing their lunch, so I made the Ultimate sacrifice to slide her onto the gurney. Left behind on the bed was a puddle of diarrhea, urine and some other indescribable human juices.

The action of moving her wasn't hard at all, she felt like she only weighed 60 pounds or so, but the soft feeling of her flesh will haunt me forever. It felt like squeezing a rotten apple in your hand. I kept my isolation gear on all the way back to the Morgue. I peeled off her hospital gown and put her in the cooler as fast as possible.

4 months later the Morgue still smells like her.

Username: SugoiBakaMatt

December 2019. My boyfriend and I accompanied my cousins, I’ll call them Ryan and Jake (who are brothers) (and Jake’s fiancée who was 8 months pregnant, Maddie) to a party that Ryan’s company was hosting at a country club and told him he could bring a few guests.

It wasn’t black tie but it was pretty formal.

We all went outside to get some fresh air, but Maddie starts having back pain, so Jake puts his jacket on the ground for her to sit before we headed back, keep in mind it was nighttime but there was enough lights on the property that everything was illuminated. Maddie gets increasingly uncomfortable, she tries to stand up and her water breaks.

My boyfriend, nor Jake had their car keys on them either, they were left in their wallets along with their phones. I was the only one who had my phone on me, I call 911 and the call doesn’t go through, so we wait it out and I call again, I get through to someone, and I was taught to give them your address first.

I tell them a woman’s water broke and before I get confirmation that they sent someone, the call got disconnected and I had no service.

At this point it’s been about 20 mins and Jake was timing her contractions, they were getting increasingly painful. We all soon come to realize that help is not coming and someone has to deliver their baby. Everyone immediately looks at me because I had dropped out of school where I could get certified to be a CNA, stupid decision, I know.

Now I had learned about it and done it on a mannequin but never in a real person, especially in these circumstances.

So there I am, 22 years old, on my knees on the lawn of a country club, wearing a satin cocktail dress, delivering my cousin’s baby, while his brother and my boyfriend are still trying to get through to 911. 10 mins later, an ambulance arrives and takes Maddie and Jake to the hospital, my boyfriend and I had reservations on a hotel room that night but we decided to go to the hospital instead.

Fast forward about 30 mins, me, my boyfriend and Ryan are sitting in the waiting room, them wearing a tux and me wearing a $600 dress that is now needs to be dry cleaned because childbirth is messy and my hands and arms covered in dried blood.

Everyone ended up being ok, Ryan took an uber home, and my boyfriend and I still made good use of our hotel room. Took one for the team? Absolutely. Was I absolutely terrified? Totally.

But all jokes aside, it was an eventful night that I’ll never forget. And I’m now in med school, they all convinced me it was my calling. Funny how life happens

Username: alyssac019

When I was about 8 years old our school had a postbox for Christmas cards and about once a week teachers would come round and give the children their respective cards.

One of my classmates, Ryan, who for some reason always disliked me and picked on me occasionally got a card and opened it to see the words "YOU WILL DIE". He laughed it off, but the next day my teacher attempted to launch a full scale forensic investigation and incorrectly concluded that the handwriting was mine, and I had the motive.

I denied it repeatedly because I had absolutely nothing to do with it but my teacher just wouldn't let it go. He called class meetings to see if anybody knew who sent the card - no success. He pulled what few friends I had into a private room to see if he could get them to rat me out - no success.

He kept trying to "surprise" a confession out of me by occasionally mentioning the card recipient's name in general conversation and gauging the reaction on my confused infant face - no success.

Eventually about a week later my teacher dropped the bomb. My class would not be allowed to go to the school Christmas party/disco/thing unless the culprit is found.

Being that I didn't have many friends and I was fairly socially awkward I decided it wouldn't be a big deal if I missed that party, and that I should take one for the team. Here's the "gotta take one for the team" moment: I told my teacher that it was me who sent the card so that my class could have fun, and to this day I regret it.
I was sent to the headteacher's office (which, when you're 8 years old and terrified of unknown consequences, you arrive at in tears) where I was shouted at for about half an hour. I was told how despicable I was, what a disgusting thing it was to do, and he even said that it almost became a police matter because it was a death threat. 

I vividly remember the headteacher looking really disappointed at one point and him saying to himself "and this is supposed to be the season of good will to all men", and I just felt awful.

I was made to apologise to the classmate in question, as well as write a three page letter of apology. Then the worst part: my school called my parents and they were horrified at what I'd supposedly done.
It was an incredibly negative formative experience from my childhood and I think about it regularly. Because of my stupidity and my teacher's actions I was ostracised by my peers for a long time which made my early years quite difficult. 

Even now, over 20 years later, every so often I think about going back to my school and speaking to my old teacher and headteacher to clarify the situation.

Explain that it wasn't me. Set the record straight. Last time I looked at the school website though, both have left so I guess it's something I'll have to live with.

Username: MiskonceptioN

I was an avionics technician in the USAF on F-15's.

One day we had to do some repairs under the speed brake.

It's basically a giant fly swatter with 3000psi behind it when hydrolic pressure is turned on. As you might have guessed, when hydro is on it is a huge no no to be anywhere near any moving surface of the jet, let alone the speed brake. 3000psi doesn't care about your bones it's gonna go where it wants to go.

Now, raising the speedbrake is an everyday occurrence. With hydro off 1 usually 2 people can lift it easily so a brace can be installed.

This jet, was different. It also had a hydrolic issue (fixed by crewchiefs) that meant the speedbrake couldn't be lifted by hand. Unfortunately the fix for this was... *under the speed brake*.

Which meant that the only fix was to apply hydro, have someone in the cockpit flip a switch to raise it, and have someone on the back of the jet while hydro was applied (super illegal), so that person could go UNDER THE GIANT FLYSWATTER OF DEATH! and put the brace in place once the brake was up and then they'd turn off hydro while the brake was up letting it rest on the brace.

This job was 6 different levels of illegal. It broke almost every cardinal rule regarding safety. Unfortunately it was the onlu solution. We cleared it with wing safety, QA, and basically every other group responsible for overseeing safety protocols were followed. They would all be on site for the event.

NO ONE. and I mean *no one* else would do it. No one dared. It went against everything we were told to keep us safe. For an aircraft mechanic this was like playing russian roulette when you know the bullet is in a different chamber, even knowing it should be "safe" it's still monumentally dangerous. you're still gonna have that moment of panic, all it takes is one tiny mistake and you won't even know something went wrong before you're gone.

So we get set up. I'm on top of the jet with the brace. There's over a dozen observers there to make sure there's witnesses more than anything. The guy in the cock pit is to raise the brake and then put his hands out the side so 2 people on the ground can confirm he didn't flip it back if something happens. The guy on the hydro machine has a loud ass air horn to alert me if anything goes wrong on his end.

We raise the brake, I go under it and install it in record time all while being ready to jump off the jet and fall 10ft to the pavement the instant I see that brake so much as twitch.

It goes off without a hitch. Safe. Thank god.

Well, that took the whole day. Time to go home and finish the job we were doing all this for tomorrow.

Come in the next day. Where's the jet? They moved it? Into the hangar!? They had to drop the speedbrake to tow it!? The night shift didn't repair the brake so we have to raise it with hydro AGAIN!?

Okay... fine. I'll do it again. This time, no fan fare. No observers besides a single person watching the hands of the guy in the cockpit. Everything goes fine, but it is not getting less scary.

I do my job, I'm done needing to get under that brake. I leave.

Next day, turns out they thought they fixed the brake but didn't and they need it raised with Hydro again. As I'm the only one brave enough to do it the crew chiefs came to me instead of getting a crew chief to do it... I politely told the first guy No. And then I yelled at the 2nd guy who outranked me by quite a bit to "Get one of your own guys to risk his fucking life!"

So some other poor bastard had to do it the last time. I was so done.

Username: xxkoloblicinxx

My "take one for the team" story didn't end as well at all. Stationed overseas in an American territory in the Pacific in 2012, in the midst of the US military sex scandal days. Even us girls had to take bystander training and classes.

So out one night downtown with some gal pals and pull up to the bar parking lot to see 2 men seemingly harassing a young woman. The few of us are walking by as girl is clearly arguing and trying to get away from dudes. We just had a training that week and I couldn't in good conscience walk by and not ask if she was ok. Turns out she's wasted and guys are friends and trying to take her keys.

She's slurring saying she called her Uncle's and they would be there to teach these guys a lesson...I said that's fine but my friends and I would hang until they get there. Begin talking to the guys explained why I felt we should stay and they were fine with it.

After cops roll through a few times asking if everything is ok, explain what we saw and decided to wait for her ride with her. Ok, cool. I feel good about it, I'm doing something small to help a girl in need. Well, turns out she didn't call her Uncle's. She called her husband who was home with the kids.

He tossed the 2 of them in the car and came down to the bar to get her. Saw the dudes she was with and immediately began a fight. Turns out the bigger guy is trained in BJJ, choke holds husband knocks him out. I pull him off and walk him away to cool off, chick starts screaming he's not breathing.

I taught self aid buddy care SABC and CPR classes to deploying folks in my squadron and immediately jump in and start compressions and breaths on the husband in front of hysterical wife and 2 kids and parking lot of drunks.

Cops and EMS arrive, he was breathing when he left, they arrest the BJJ guy. Myself and 1 friend are asked to head to the precinct and make a statement. Sure fine yes we were witness to it all. We arrive and no wife to be found, the cops took the children to a family members home they knew, so where was she? 3hrs later she shows up freshly showered in her juicy track suit and doesn't know what happened to her husband and says she doesn't care.

I was furious, she was unfazed by all of it. The 3 of us are there with the Detective and he tells us the husband didn't make it. She showed no remorse, asking when she can leave and who has her car keys...I was so shocked by this that I got in her face asking how her children were and if they knew I was covered in their fathers blood.

Cops had to drive me home. I'll never forget the little ones faces in that parking lot all because I thought I was giving up a night of drinking to be a wingman to a stranger. I later had to testify to what happened in court right before leaving the island after 4 years.

I know he was found guilty but then released on a technicality. It happened on Fathers Day weekend too, it's not an easy time for me.

I hope they are all doing well but I doubt I'll ever step up like that again.

Username: nastyky199

We make homemade chicken tortilla soup at my job sometimes and run it as a special. It’s made in a bigass pot.

Well, one time in particular the person who made the soup had to clock out right after making it so she told the closers to please put it in the walk-in after it cools a little bit.

Unfortunately, the closers forgot to put it away and the soup sat overnight in the hot kitchen. Some plastic wrap was over it so we didn’t smell anything immediately, but somebody had to clean it up.

I volunteered as I don’t mind gross jobs like that. This is my story. (Lol)
We removed the plastic wrap and right away, a putrid rotten odor filled the kitchen. My coworkers ran away. The soup was frothy and bubbly from bacteria growth, a real nasty affair. Our pastry chef had to step outside as the stench made her gag.

This pot is *heavy* as it is huge and full of soup. I knew dumping it all in the trash would be way too messy so I strained it first, letting that undoubtedly deadly liquid drain away.

Then I triple-bagged the trash can and dumped the contaminated solids. This stuff was poison, let me tell you. Some splatter did occur so I cleaned that up and threw away the rags I used lol.
We immediately took that trash out and I began the second part of this dirty job: washing the pot and strainer. I would let them soak in our pot&pan detergent, then rinse with sanitizer, scrub, and run through the dishwasher over and over until the smell was removed.
That soup had become a goddamn BIOHAZARD! It could have been used a bioweapon, I tell you! I have never seen food go so bad so fast! Probably because the kitchen is warm even overnight. And the smell, oh the smell! It was putrid. Pungent. ROTTED, like death!
And the girl who made the soup was devastated to hear it went bad, she really put her heart and soul into it! We’re talking freshly ground peppercorns toasted with the other spices, charred and roasted poblano peppers...it was gonna be a magical batch of soup.
Anywho, no one wanted to do that job after we removed the plastic wrap. I was a hero that shift. But I used to work as a nursing assistant so I can handle gross stuff for the most part. It took me at least an hour just to throw it away, and another hour to clean up the mess left behind. 

All is well now but I still can’t bring myself to eat the chicken tortilla soup. I’ll stick to our potato soup for now, which is to die for so no complaints here!

And that is the horrifying, harrowing tale of my arduous journey disposing of a food poisoning nightmare!

Username: hunybuny9000

When I was in middle school or something my mom sent me to summer camp. I met someone who was transitioning and we were in the same cabin. They were kinda violent towards me, like hitting me or taking my stuff. They even put me in a headlock and choked me, saying they were just being silly with me.

And then one of the days when I came back in the cabin, they were alone, rifling through my stuff. They had taken my headache pills and were counting out a bunch (I have chronic migraines and they always get worse in the summer) I said yo wtf are you doing?

We fought over them, and then they broke down and started crying. I was like 13 and had no clue what to do, and they threatened me so I was scared to tell anyone.

The next day they poured water into a friend's curler hoping it would start a fire or electrocute someone and I told the counselor who didn't do anything about it.

The next night, we were celebrating some camp thing and I noticed they were sitting alone, crying. Even though they had been so terrible to me, I walked over and asked what was wrong.

They said, and I quote, "since no one gives a shit about me, I'll just kill myself." I didn't know what to do and I saw they had new fresh scars, so I did the only thing my brain could think of.

I sat down and wrapped my arms around them, and I didn't let go. I was crying, and they started hitting me and yelling at me, but I didn't let go. I didn't know what else to do, so I just stayed silent and kept hugging them.

A counselor came over to see what happened, and the person wrapped their arms around me and started sobbing. I encouraged them to tell the counselor and they did, but for a while they just hugged me back, both of us shaking and crying.

Before camp was over they told me I probably saved their life that night, because the counselor took them to the ER once they found out about the pills and saw they had scars on their arms.

I've only ever told one other person that story so, you all get to read it. But no one else really came to help them even after I went to my counselor, and though they really hurt me some times, and scared me, I didn't want them to hurt themselves.

I had talked to some bunk mates and they said the person was too mean so they hoped they left or got sent home, called them overdramatic and pathetic. Sorry if that doesn't really fit. I just needed to talk about it

Username: Beth_The_Alien_GF

I agreed to go on a date with a murderer. He wasn't a murderer at that time though - it was a few months later. My best friend really liked a guy, but he said he'd only take her on a date if she had a friend for his friend. It was a stargazing date; aka a make-out spot.

Her date was a pretty normal, decent looking guy. My date (I think his name was Earl) was tall & unattractive with thick lensed glasses.

When we got to the spot, we all got out of the car & kind of feigned interested in the stars for about 5 minutes, then my friend gave me that look & I knew she wanted some time alone with her crush.

So, I asked Earl if he wanted to go for a walk & did my best acting by asking him all about himself & responding positively to everything he said - which wasn't a lot. Asked about his interests & whatnot.

When it got to the point where I said the stars actually look awesome & he responded simply with, "I like astrology", I couldn't do it anymore. Still being nice & polite; I said we should head back to the car. It was one of the lamest & most brief dates I've ever been on.

None of us were really clicking with each other. My friend had one more solo date with her crush the next weekend though, but it was just for sex, then they never spoke again.

Fast forward a few months later & there's Earl on the front page of our local newspaper. He lived in a small home on stilts with just his mother. One day he snapped & shot her in the kitchen.

He then proceeded to keep living his life - going to work & the store - all the while walking around his mother's dead body still on the kitchen floor. His mothers' friend discovered the body while he was at work about a week later.

He claimed she wasn't his mother, but "someone acting" as his mother & that his real mother died many years ago & was replaced with a demon.

Every time I think back on that date with him I remember thinking at that time maybe I should try to be friends with him, even though I'm not at all interested in him, because I didn't have a lot of friends & I could tell he was very socially awkward.

But, I was just so damn bored in his company & expelling all my energy making sure he felt accepted. In hindsight; I'm so glad he didn't talk much that night.

Username: MillHall78

Once upon a time after the economy tanked in 2008, the company I worked for started talking about layoffs, saying if we didn't get our census up soon, someone would have to go.

A few years before, we had gone through a similar scare and an older gentleman who worked with us (he was already collecting social security and had his own private practice in addition to the full time job at our agency) had said "if it comes down to it, I will volunteer to be laid off."

Everyone else at the agency was decades younger than him and the job was our only source of income. I thought the gesture was so sweet. (He was a wonderful man and coworker. I hope he is still doing well.)

Anyway, our agency recovered and no one had to be let go then. The older gentleman retired from the agency and then within a few years we were in trouble again.

By that time I had gotten my clinical license. When the talk started up again that someone would need to be laid off if our numbers didn't improve, I volunteered, because while I had no other source of income, I was the only one who was licensed AND didn't have any children nor was I caring for elderly parents.

In other words, I wasn't supporting anyone but myself with that job. I always remembered what that older man did and I wanted to do the same. I felt confident I could get another job fairly easily.

I ended up getting laid off after 6.5 years and my severance pay had a lot of zeros..... but no other number.

I then got a job within about 1.5 months but then as luck would have it, on my first day, one of the clients was hit by a car in the parking lot (accidentally) by an employee.

Luckily no one was hurt but it did cause licensing to conduct an investigation which resulted in the agency completely shutting down. Within 3 days I was looking for work again. (This was around Christmas).

My father said at the time "I bet you regret THAT decision," volunteering to be laid off.

I didn't regret it, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little nervous.

Then I got another job within....probably another month or so. And it paid really well. So it had a happy ending but it was rough there for a while!

Username: Improprietease

Not sure it counts because I got a lot in return, especially with all the great wholesome stories here but lets go

During my military training in the IDF armor corps we were about to hit the holiday and got our first 'vacation' (5 days), the thing is even when the base closes for holiday someone needs to stay behind and guard it and do minimal upkeep

The platoon leader randomly drew a lot and decided who stayed between each group of roles (drivers/loaders/gunners) so that we could be a full crew and work on the tanks during the week

I was in the Gunner group and the selected guy was very religiously tight, the PL said if someone volunteers in his place he's fine with it but it was Passover and its a big deal for everyone and it usually means seeing the big extended family too so no one really wanted to volunteer

I said I'll do it, i hate passover because the food sucks and I'm not religious (the shtick is no wheat based food and generally disgusting stuff like gefilte fish, lots of singing and shit)

All the gunners were outraged that i would do it because 'my family would want me there too' and they were right so i just said I'll talk to my dad and if that's fine with him I'll do it, i went to call him privately and told him "listen dad im sorry but I can't make it to the holiday cause i drew the short straw, nothing i can do about it" then proceeded to tell the selected dude I'll do it

We ended up having an amazing chill week, the commanders left us a tv with dvds (2006), gave us access to the officers basketball hall and barely did any maintenance work on the tanks and when everyone came back from holiday we were released for 5 days after the holiday (where all businesses are back to work and food is good again) and i just felt like i quadruple won because they worked their asses off on those tanks when they were back XD

Not so fun fact - Passover Kosher food alternatives are disgusting, even simple things like McDonald's nuggets are shit

Username: ShikukuWabe

In September 2017, just past midnight, I got a message from a friend asking if I knew anyone that was currently in the snowy mountains (Perisher Valley, NSW Australia).

I asked what was up and he said he didn’t really know but a friend of a friend was stuck in the mountains and needed to be at the airport (250km away) at 6:30am for a flight to Adelaide, so he was wondering if I knew anyone down there that may be able to help this guy out.

I said the guy was welcome to message me and I would see if any friends down there could help him out or new of a truck driving back this way tonight or something.

*I just thought he had missed his ride or something*

Turns out, this guy’s gf suffered major kidney failure 4 years ago and has been on the donor list for a new kidney.

At midnight they called her to let her know they had finally found a match, so the transplant was happening the following day.

Years ago, he promised her that he would be there so he was doing everything he could to keep his word. Issue was that he was 1200km away with no way of getting to the airport to fly back.

To preface this - A few months earlier, a very close friend of mine had died whilst waiting on the donor list, so organ donation is pretty close to my heart. I explained the situation to my partner and set off just after 12:30am for the 500km round trip.

The drive was terrible, with snow all over the roads and strong winds, but adrenaline kept me going. Managed to get him to the airport in time for his flight.

The operation was successful and was the first of its kind using a new technique at the brand new hospital, so his partner was on the news the following month.

Felt pretty good to have helped and I think I built up my life karma points up a fair bit that night.

Username: CanberraPhoto

My old secondary school best friend (Now no longer talking to him or even involving myself with him because hes a massive dick) was on report for the school, Basically he was so poorly behaved he had to get a card signed off by every teacher he had that day giving a rundown of how he'd been.

Even after lunch and break. If his report was poor he'd get gradually more and more punished. He was at the stage now were if he was given one more bad report, He wasn't allowed to our end of year ball.

It's our final year of secondary school and we're in our mock exams and one Friday lunch we're sat in the Lunch Hall and we've been messing around and a drink get spilled by my best friend (We'll call him Scotty). We all make him clean it up but after we're left with a dripping wet mushy pile of napkins, No one wants to touch it and Scotty is refusing to take it to the bin.

We sit and argue for about 10 mins of our break over who's gonna take this thing to the bin. Eventually Scotty for whatever reason decided to pick this thing up, and fling it over his shoulder in a crowded room. It lands smack on the chest pocket of a Senior Teacher (Head of Geography and a vice principal) He immediately walks over to our table and demands to know who threw it.

No one says a word and he's lecturing us and eventually the lunch bell rings and we all think we can leave when the teacher says "You're not leaving until one of you owns up or tells me who did this"

We all had a Maths exam immediately after lunch. We remain silent and the teacher says "If none of you own up you can come and sit in my office until one of you does.

I don't care if you miss the exam and have to stay back after the end of the day" At this point i see on of my friends (We'll cal him John) getting worked up. He has Asperger's and worked insanely hard at school.

We all knew the thought of missing the exam and failing was killing him but he wouldn't snitch.

I wasn't the best behaved kid at school but I was in okay standings in general but things like this weren't completely out of reach for me to do, I thought i could get off lightly.

So I put my hand up and took the blame. Told him I did it but it was an accident. Missed the first 10 minutes of the Mock Exam. Got 3 45 Minute SLT (Senior Leadership Team) Detentions and had to have a call home to my parents. As well as an ass blasting at home too.

I regret taking the fall for him so badly and if I could go back in time and tell myself to just rat him out I would, He doesn't understand the consequences to his actions even now 4 years later. Fuck kids that try and get away with shit like that.

Username: xDhezz

I don't know if this would qualify taking one for the team but I want to share this story :

Years ago when I lived in Dallas, I worked in the Deep Ellum district at a smoke shop. During the week it was pretty dead, day and night. But the weekends went crazy, people littered all over the streets, all the bars having live music, crackheads coming into the shop for pipes and whatnot. Anyways as I closed up for the night there were still a bunch of people all over and this guy came driving down Main St and was very clearly drunk and swerving. Saw him again about a block down the road where he popped a curb and almost hit some people.

As he panicked and he reversed, stopped in the middle of the road and began freaking out. I went up to the window and knocked and asked if there was someone who I could call to pick him up bc clearly he shouldn't be driving. He told me that he lost his phone the day before and went on a tangent about how he knew he shouldn't have come out and drank because he lost his job and how he thought his car was damaged and how he can't pay for anything. I calmed him down and told him he just popped a curb, the onlookers understood what happened but I felt bad and didn't want things to get worse and involve police.

Me being the person whose been homeless, which is why I had moved to Texas back then, I understood the feeling of having everything come crashing around you at once. I lived 5 miles away and having no car, I walked everywhere.

So I offered this completely drunk and unpredictable stranger if I could drive him to where he was staying. He became agressive and started to drive off and for some reason I just reached into the car and yanked the keys out. I genuinely did not feel comfortable letting this guy continue to drive. At this point I decided I was going tocall the police and I pulled out my phone. He begged me not to and agreed that I could drive him home.

He lived across town opposite of me and I didn't know the area. Trying to get directions from a blackout drunk person is extremely difficult. He kept changing course and rambling about random things and forgetting to tell me where to go.

And I made a wrong turn and made a U-turn in the middle of the road..next thing I know I see red and blue lights behind me. I pull over and the officer asks to see my information..and I didn't have a license nor did this guy have insurance. He asked why I'm driving and the drunk says, "Officer, I seriously do not even know this guy. He just got in my car." The officer asked me to step out of the vehicle and gave me a chance to explain. I gave him the rundown and stated that I genuinely didn't feel safe having him on the road and how he had no one to call.

And that I'd rather take the consequences of choosing what I did than hear about a drunk driver killing someone or themselves near my work.

And I told the officer about the other issues about the drunk guy and didn't want him to get a DUI bc I've lived in that position. I just wanted everyone to have a good ish night and get home safe.

Surprisingly the officer thanks me and gives me the directions to this guy's address. We eventually made it. I made sure he got inside alright, helped him lay down on the couch and got him some water. He practically passed out the second he laid down. I left right away and made sure his door was locked on my way out.

I doubt he remembers anything that happened that night, but I genuinely hope he got his shit together and things are going well for him to this day.

Username: GMGs-

Used to work as a technician for Apple. Had a customer come in to the store with an old iPod almost entirely encrusted with... something. I’m talking a thick, almost waxy layer of green-black, lint-covered something.

One of the foulest things I’ve ever seen come to the Genius Bar. Entire team took one look and then just kind of looked at each other like, “So... who’s gonna cover this?”

The customer was an older man, maybe in his 60s or 70s, just sitting there watching us. I decided to take one for the team. I always prided myself on taking on the angriest, strangest customers and grossest cases when no one else would. I always just compulsively said yes.

Now in cases like this we have every right (and are even encouraged) to turn people away thanks to a kind of “hazardous/gross/bodily substances” rule.

But when the man handed me his crusty iPod it was immediately apparent to me that he had Parkinson’s or something like it. Bad. The man even struggled just to speak and explain that his iPod wouldn’t turn on.

I forget what the exact tech circumstances were, but if I could retrieve the serial number, he could get a free replacement. Only it wouldn’t turn on and there was no way I was plugging one of our serial number readers into the mysterious crust, which upon closer inspection smelled something like peas.

Food-like. I could just imagine this guy sitting at his dinner table, trying to enjoy some nice, thick soup, and accidentally dropping his iPod right into the bowl. I told the man to hang tight.

It took me about twenty minutes of scraping and wiping while “backstage” to uncover the serial number on the rear casing. I was a bit of a gross spectacle that day among my coworkers.

Still no clue what the substance was. It smelled like peas but the consistency was tough and waxy. I had to scrape and chip away at it.

After I had swapped out his iPod for a shiny new one, this guy put a shaking hand on my shoulder and gave me one of the most sincere thank you’s of my entire life.

I’ll never forget the look on his face.

Username: wyrdwing

Being the oldest child. You are essentially a lab rat. You set the standards for the younger ones. You form the rules. You have more freedom when the little ones arrive. You also have responsibility.

But forming the rules and standards involve a lot of trial, error, and punishment. Okay, no video games except on weekend? Guess who set that up. It was you and you probably had to deal with a long punishment and a grounding before the rule was made because you were playing a lot.

You may also have been born in a time that your parents had limited money, so you could not do a lot of things (say after school activities/clubs, extracurriculars, band, etc.), but your younger siblings can do that because your parents can afford it for them. It has nothing to do with blatant favoritism, though it may feel that way to you.

You feel like your parents love them more in a way because they get so much MORE and you could barely ask for things at that age. You feel like your kid sibling is far more spoiled than you were when they whine about having to get up at 8 am for some soccer tournament and resent them slightly because you never had all of that.

You have more freedom, at the cost of responsibility. You’re the default babysitter- anything goes wrong, it’s your fault. Your siblings think that it’s so cool that older sibling can drive and has a car (regardless of how beat up the car is. Most parents, not all, refuse to give a new car for a first car).

Having a car involves doing the groceries and driving around siblings to their activities, sometimes having to wait for them due to something taking longer than expected (also, your siblings may just chat with friends and not tell you, but your parents will kill you if you leave them for making you wait).

You will be the one to herd your siblings away if there is a family situation (like parents fighting or an emergency), making sure that they don’t see it, but you will have to. You will be the one who learns how to do things like cook early on to help your working parents (which is something your siblings will not to do as their is no need to do so).

You get more chores because you are physically capable of doing more. You have to ask for less so there’s more for them in the future. You also have to put up with the youngest child being the does-no-wrong favorite of the house (they may not get in trouble for things that you would have at their age).

Sorry, I’m a little bitter. I love my siblings, but it’s fairly obvious that my parents prefer my younger brother to both my sister and me, no matter what they say. He’s the golden child and gets what he wants, even if he doesn’t deserve it and often whines for his way.

He gets away with a lot. Now don’t get me wrong, if something happened to him, I would drop everything and help him. He’s my brother. But he acts like a little menace (he’s a teenager and parents don’t discipline him when he is spoiled, shows attitude, and will insult others for no reason) and any attempts to discipline him is met with him giving a sad face to my parents and they giving in.

Also, don’t get my started on my sister. It’s Ramadan and I was always taught that it’s the non-fasting person’s job to make the food (Iftar) for the fasting person as a courtesy. I’m fasting, sister is not fasting, she gets angry if I ask her to help set the table for my parents who are coming home after work. I love siblings, but being the oldest sucks.

Username: Arrow_Riddari

*Basic Training* *Thanksgiving Day, 2003* *Fort Jackson, SC*

Being a big holiday, the Drill Sergeants had taken the day off from working us and had us performing 'barracks maintenance' (cleaning) instead. Being a mixed company, the males were cleaning their side of the building while the females worked on their own separate side. At some point, a woman dressed to the nines came strutting across the drill pad out front of our building and being as we hadn't seen a non-army female in quite some time the guys all gathered up at the windows to stare.

Curious, I joined them, saw the Lady in the Red Dress, and then noticed the two drills standing outside as well, watching us.

I started trying to at least get my platoon to get away from the windows and get back to work before we got nailed for creeping, but no dice. So I just cleaned on my lonesome, missing out on the view.

About ten minutes later, after she had left again, we males found ourselves summoned to the drill pad, the two NCOs glaring death at us.

>**DS1** "Okay, who cat-called the commander's wife?"

Silence. Confused stares. No one knew.

Because no one stepped forward, we were then led through a rigorous smoke session (lots of rapid exercise, most often pushups and flutter kicks). After the first ten minutes and requests for confession, one guy stood up and said it was him. The Drills said they knew who had done it, it wasn't the guy who confessed, and now he would stand in front of the company males and watch as we beat our faces.

After almost another half hour, several more had attempted to take the hit and call the Drill Sergeant bluff, but they were just left standing watching us.

Finally they dismissed us to get cleaned up for thanksgiving lunch with a promise to finish this after lunch...and they detailed one of the confessors to start hosing down the area out front of the company to make a mud pit. They said they 'would like to see what we enjoyed for lunch.'

In spite of the no talking, no dessert rules being suspended for the holiday, the males all moved and ate as if they were dead men walking and the method of execution would be via vomiting everything we had ever eaten. We didnt talk, just nibbled in sullen silence.

Once we were dismissed from chow, we were marched back to the company and the females were dismissed from the formation to continue whatever. We males stood, silent, awaiting the doom, the mud pit behind us prepared.

>**DS1** "Okay, guys, take a seat. No one cat called the commanders wife. This was a lesson in professionalism and perception. We know who you are, but you didnt know her--you gave the appearance of being a bunch of unprofessional pigs. You never know who everyone who sees you is, and their perception is going to be the key influence in how they see you...."

Worst thanksgiving ever. Good lesson though.

Username: Zeewulfeh

So I was on vacation with my family we had just drove 14 hours to this resort for a week. We arrived around 8pm and decided to order some pizza and tour the facility till it got there.

We walked into the pool room and immediately step dad went to check out the weight room mom looked at brochures to see what activities she wanted to get into. I wasn't a very outgoing child, I always stared at the ground.

I had gotten fixated on this child must have been 5 or 6 under the water jumping and spinning in circles without surfacing. I asked the kids around him if he's okay, they said yeah I think he's just playing a game. So I walked to the dvds and was decided what we will watch out first night on vacation.

Took about 3 minutes to choose then went back to the pool to qait for the rest of the fam. When I got back to the pool room my sister and older brother were standing by the boy still playing under water. I asked if he was actually playing and they both looked at me and shrugged.

This is the point when I asked the kids again and they said "I think he came up once." I asked my older siblings if I should check on him. They both started insulting me and telling me he's fine don't worry about him his friends said he's playing a game.

Without hesitation in a wierd out of body experience I reached into the pool and immediately the child's arm clenched onto mine harder than my brother's trying to hurt me. I pulled the boy to the surface and his head just fell to the side like the weight of his head was too much for his neck.

We had just learned cpr in our 8th grade home ec class so I started giving compressions until my mom saw what I was doing and ran over to help. She took over and instructed me to inform the front desk to call an ambulance. Me still being a child and very much confused at the action I just took.

I non chalantly walk into the next room (which wasn't the front desk) and said "excuse me, uhhhh someone's kid was drowning please call the ambulance" and like a lion spotted in a heard of zebra everyone ran to the door kicking over tables and spilling their drinks.

My mom had finished recesitating him, talked with the parents. She saw me behind all the frantic adults and ran up and squeezed me tight. I asked if he was alright and she broke down in tears, looked me in the eye and said only because of you.

The boy had no memory of the event, I saw him at the pool the next few days (glued to him mother's side) I asked him if he remembered what happend and he got all shy and scared responded with shake of his head no.

To top the story off I was denied pool access without an adult because I wasn't old enough to be unsupervised in the pool at the age of 13 and you needed to be 14 to swim alone. That's when I bit the bullet and "ruined" this kids game in the pool.

Username: grizzleywesley

I was out dancing with my friends, we had been pre-gaming at a friend's place beforehand and we're just enjoying ourselves.

Well, these two girls walk up, one of them is taller than me by an inch or two, and not really my type, but definitely not bad. Anyway she is *very* interested in my friend, and within seconds she is grinding on him.

He's a bit of a Mordecai, so I'm happy that he's getting something even if he didn't actually do anything to get it besides existing.

Her friend, however, is probably one of the least attractive people I've ever seen. I was just not interested in her in the slightest. She sticks around in our group while her friend dances on Mordecai for a few songs.

Then I see tall friend "directing traffic" while dancing on my friend. The other girl has her back to me while dancing, and tall friend is pointing in my direction while she tries to back up onto me. At this point it's not been that long, and I get the feeling that if I reject her outright, she and her friend will both leave. So I decided to take one for the team.

We were dancing for a few songs, and it wasn't that bad, she didn't turn around so was just grinding, I was just enjoying the music and trying to have a good time. Then, for some reason, she turned around and started trying to make out with me.

At first she was just non-verbal, just trying to make a move. I was not having it, I looked like Rocky trying to bob and weave. I felt really bad for this girl, because she was clearly into me, but I really just didn't feel it for her at all.

Anyway after a minute or so of trying to kiss me, she asks me straight up, "Do you wanna make out?" I said no thanks, or not tonight, or something like that, trying to let her down easy. But then **SHE KEPT TRYING TO KISS ME**.

And that was when I couldn't do it anymore, I excused myself from the situation and did a lap of the bar. A few minutes later I saw that this other guy I know was dancing with her and he eventually took her home.

My friend told me she was really disappointed that I left and that tall friend told him "we need to find a man for my friend." Tall friend didn't stop dancing with Mordecai though, and Mordecai got to take her home that night too, thanks to my sacrifice.

Ultimately it was a worthy sacrifice in my book, but man, that was my first "no means no" moment in my life I think.

Username: CoolJ_Casts

I went to a small trade school where you if you missed a day you had to make it up on one of your days off.

I was up to date with my days, but wanted to get a hair cut from the hair school that was connected to our building.

Well when I was getting my hair done, my friend who was making up her hours from the same program as me came along and was hanging out in the chair beside me. We start talking about how disorganized the whole program was and just in general how poorly the school was run. (They lost my $12,000 student loan and told me I’d have to come up with the money, even though I had the receipt.

This happened twice. Turns out they had my money registered under a different program so that’s why they couldn’t find it.)

My friend and the hairdresser were really bashing the school, but I just maintained that I hated the disorganization.

The next day I’m pulled out of class because the hairdressing program students didn’t like that we had Ill opinions of the school. So when I was talking with this “guidance” council she was trying to incriminate us by saying since we’re on school time, we’re in trouble.

It was such a weird meeting as she was trying to turn me against the hair dresser, who she was saying said that I was responsible for everything. The stuff she was reiterating were things that my friend and hair dresser were saying and that the hairdresser had already been removed from the program.

That’s when it dawned on me that my friend who was making up lost hours was on the clock and could be in serious trouble.

I admitted to stuff that was said, going hard on the defence about how the school was irresponsible with money and how our program was so disorganized, which she disagreed with but whatever.

In the end, I ended up being allowed to stay in my program since I wasn’t making up time, and was a paying customer therefore I was able to discuss these things with my hairdresser.

I made it sound like I was just venting. I was disliked after that, and I’m pretty sure the teachers had it out for me afterwards.

I’ve never told my friend that she was close to getting kicked out but she must of known something was up since the hairdresser was kicked out of school.

Username: chriseo22

Growing up in a estate area you used to see kids getting beat left and right for doing stupid stuff. the 90s where a different time.

However, there was this one kid didn't get out much or to even play in the area often but we went to the same school, he was a pretty cool kid in to video games, loved sports in school he was pretty out going a little shy but a cool kid, except every week he seemed to have new cuts and bruses all over his face and arms.

This went on for years and he developed a bit of a bitter attitude. We got to about 10/11 years old and he started to come out into the estate more. I remember inviting him to play football with us.

He seemed a bit surprised anyone wanted to play with him but like I said I knew of him for years and we needed the numbers and it be nice to have him play.

Jumping to the chase during the football he got a bit over excited, kicked a little to enthusiastically and broke a window.

He dropped to the ground even before we heard the crashing of glass and started balling his eyes out uttering to himself no not again, I can't take another beating please not again. I asked if he was okay and he told me no.

When the owner of the house came out I took the blame for the glass and told him to go speak to mum over home. Before I left I told the kid not to tell anyone it was all our little secret. He looked up at me and smiled though his tears.

Everyone else that was playing had run off in the time it took for the old home owner to get out.

I was in the process of trying to leave but I had to change my football boots to my trainers and collect my stuff. I stayed whb I heard him sobbing

About 3/4 months later it all came out that his father was an abusive drunk and had been feriously beating his wife and kids for years.

I heard the kids dad topped himself a few years later, kid blamed himself for it took his own life really sad end to what I remember a really bubbly kid. He was 2/3 year younger than me.

Username: [deleted]

My mother, since passed away, was a nightmare. She was a true narc (diagnosed) and had a potential personality disorder (mostly diagnosed but she quit therapy before that fully happened).

She attempted to run everyone's life, but her own. She was the hero and the victim in every story.

I've written about her on Reddit so many times. It's been very cleansing for my mind and heart.

If you didn't fall into her line of thinking, she was a menace.

After my dad died, she needed care. A LOT OF CARE. She didn't drive and had multiple diagnosed medical issues.

She would destroy my sisters because they always caved into her stupidity. She would tell folks to quit their jobs, get new jobs, start/stop school, just crazy invasive shit, get married, leave a spouse, have a baby. No one's dream was big enough or small enough for her. Successful? Then you were a snob, snotty, self absorbed. You get the picture.

I knew she would destroy the lives of my sisters (and their children and husbands) without even trying because they lived by their hearts and not their heads when dealing with her.

I talked extensively to my husband and then made an app't with a therapist. I took pages of notes to my app'ts. The therapist told me that I was the most organized patient she had ever dealt with and understood my concerns. She validated my feelings and my plans to save my sisters.

I took over mom's care about a month after my dad died. I explained things in a black/white fashion and explained that she could make other arrangements at any point. She liked me better at that point because her eyes were on our careers/money.

She had enough money to live and to play. She didn't have a lot in savings however she did get more than enough money each month to live more than comfortably.

I found her a great senior apartment close to us. We lived at least 2.5 hrs away from our closest family. I made sure to host large gatherings for her/family and they only got the best days of her life. She made memories with the grandkids. She still attempted to browbeat them into listening to her but because of the distance, it helped them so much.

She lived for over 7 years. While she was always quick to call me a snob and tell me I never did anything for anyone but myself, I was very comfortable with my decisions. Which I told her many times...

Mom, I understand your concerns, however I'm very comfortable with my decision. And I repeated this over and over no matter how much she attempted to argue. And my other favorite - Mom, you are welcome to do whatever you need to do. I've told you what **I'M** doing.

We made sure to take her on long drives, provide her and several of her friends nice nights out at restaurants, ball games, etc. She wasn't left in an apartment to vegetate.

I feel no guilt at the way I took care of her and holding her accountable for her actions and her words directed at me.

I realized, as a child, that my mother would never be happy. It wasn't part of who she was...and I wasn't going to change her. However I would/could set a line in the sand on her behavior and how she attempted to treat me.

My family was mostly supportive of my mom's care. They tried hard to be part of the solution and not part of the problem. But we are what we are and not everyone could see that I was giving her the best life I could give her.

I love my family and they never need to know I did this for them, not for Mom.

I took one for the family team.

Username: Dreadedredhead

I went to a pretty good boarding school in the US (still top 10 I think). Late senior year some of the boys and I decided it was high time to start smoking some weed. We were pretty good at hiding it, and had some really cool hiding places, including the top of an old clock tower with some sick views of campus.

In any case, towards graduation some of my really good 'friends' who were not involved decided it was moral high horse time and ratted us out. There was some other intrigue as well but it's largely anecdotal.
Around prom night, the authorities hauled us in simultaneously and interrogated us.

They knew everything about me in particular, including where I hid my goodies behind a false wall in my dorm closet.

I knew I was 100% fucked beyond redemption for other reasons, so I 'took one for the team'. The dude interviewing me tried to coerce info on co-conspirators from me, good cop bad cop type of deal.

My poor advisor begged me to cooperate but I was convinced at the time, and still am in retrospect, that it wouldn't have made a difference. I didn't give a single name, using letter variables and not answering questions I thought would reveal identities. I was pretty much a dick throughout the entire interview being uncooperative and combative. I thought I was pretty cool at the time.

In the end there was apparently a lot of ratting out. They did end up getting many of the people involved but there were at least a few who were spared, which shows that there were at least a few others who didn't squeal 100%.

I ended up predictably as the fall guy, got pinned as the ringleader, and out of those caught was the only one expelled. I still don't have a high school diploma, and I had to beg my way into the state university I ended up attending. Over the years there have been some job rejections that I'm assuming came from the fact that I have a GED.

The worst was that even though I got by far the worst punishment and was essentially excommunicated from a community I had grown from a boy to an adult in, I got these weird notes and letters over the summer from people blaming me for random shit or just generally telling me what a terrible person I was.

I apparently ruined the crew team's season because one of the members was toking with us and got caught. My crush sent me a handwritten letter telling me what a trash person I was. Some even thought I was the person who tattled even though I was the only one to get absolutely boned.

Stuff like this. But I don't regret it for a second. One of the people that didn't get caught is now a fairly successful writer and speaker. One homie who got away wrote an anonymous letter to the school absolutely shitting on the administration that got leaked out and that meant a lot to me

If I had to do it all over I would fuckin do it again without hesitation.

Username: anclro1

So My dad and his cousin were the two eldest boys in the family and grew up as brothers. He was basically my father, because my dad was away with work most of the time I knew him better than my own father.

He and my aunt were never able to have kids and ended up being parents to all of us kids born in the family. Their house was where anyone who misbehaved got sent.

He was my godfather, his home address was on my birth certificate and I ended up living with them from when I was 10 years only until I left home for university. I called them mum and dad because they gave me the home I never had

End of 2019 dad gets diagnosed with cancer but being of that generation they kept it quiet. I was working in Edinburgh at the time and came back every 3 months or so. Fast forward to February 2020 I get time off work and pop down to London for a surprise visit.

I get home and mum is by herself. She can’t bring herself to say where he is so I spot high calorie drinks and medicine bottles and realise he might have can e which forces her to come clean. They’re both in their seventies at this time and as we approach lockdown I decide to move back and hunker with mum so I can help and make sure dad is okay when he comes home.

Covid shuts the world down and we find out dad is terminal and an exception is made for us to see him. Turns out he’s positive for Covid and we don’t know. Mum and I get sick and she ends up in hospital, on a ventilator I was the last person she ever spoke to right before they intubated her.

She passed away a month later.

Dad seems to get stronger and won’t go into hospice so I receive him at home, bed in the living room etc and become his full time career while I work remotely, also full time.

My old man held out after losing the love of his life- they were together 53 years. I helped him bathe fed him and our running joke was that he raised and looked after me as i grew my teeth so as payback I have to look after him as his teeth fall out.

Of all the people and family they’d helped, not even his own brother or his kids set foot in the house. It was just my old man and I and nurses when they came to check on him. He passed away in June 2020 and I’m glad I was able to spend those final months with the man who taught me everything I know manhood and family life to be.

It wrecked me and I’m still getting over it but gave me such unique insight into life

Username: [deleted]

This was around but not on valentine's day a few years ago. My girlfriend (now fiancee) was invited by a single friend to a big Valentine's day ball put on by a local museum, and I offered to drive them to and home. It was rainy when I dropped them off then went out to eat.

By the time I left the restaurant the temperature was below freezing and everything was starting to ice. We're in Arkansas, and the south is absolutely shit when it comes to dealing with ice and snow, so the roads were going to be impassible soon.

Going home from the restaurant was ok but it just kept getting colder.

After a couple hours she texted me that the museum had closed and the party had moved to a nearby bar, the friend wanted to stay but there was a group of guys hitting on them.

So I headed up to go get them in my gfs car; it took me over an hour to make a 40 min drive thanks to accidents and shut down exits (probably due to accidents) and ice.

When I get there, there's hundreds of drunk people and temperature is in the single digits. The friend is beyond drunk but my gf is only kinda drunk. Oh and now there's another girl. K, fine.

I collect drunky friend and then walk her to the car while she keeps trying to inspect the icy sidewalk (fall). We are literally being slowly chased by the guys who had been hitting on her, calling out after me to stop and bring her back as they slipped and slid their way after us.

When we finally make it to the car, I notice there's about 9 people in there, jammed into this Dodge Journey. Apparently gf was drunker than I thought because she invited 8 random people to join us.

This was one of the scariest drives of my life: it's about 12am, I was slipping and sliding all over the road, driving about 20mph and still nearly going off multiple times. The car is beyond mayhem, people moving around and sitting on each other and shouting.

It took me about 30 mins to go about 5 miles between the roads and the car full of carousers. We finally made it to where they would be safe, dropped them off, then went and dropped everyone else before getting home by about 230am.

Scariest night of driving ever, but everyone made it home safe, no one was attacked, and my fiance and I still talk about it sometimes.

Username: New_Subject1352

I (at the time 19M) was in a sales team traveling around Norway, and one night we went out partying cus it was a relatively big city and the aribnb the boss fixed was great.

Our group meets this group of girls all of them were pretty/average but one in particular was super short. Everyone still hits it off with everyone doe, we have a great night and everyone has found a good partner and I wound up with the short end of the stick.

We bar crawl and have them show us where to go. Inbetween walking around the bar I tell one of my friends how lowkey embarrassing it was to walk around with a girl half my height (just general asshole stuff, tryna be funny).

As the night goes on more and more people end up going to the airbnb, I was sorta reluctant to bring her to the airbnb it was embarrassing enough walking around holding hands to begin with (as I said).

I was hoping she was gonna get tired and go home early so I could try my luck with other girls.

Eventually I think she sorta sensed I was uncomfortable and opens up about being insecure and not pretty (Which wasn't true, she was).

After she opened up, I sorta told her I liked this honest personality way more than this stupid "tough girl" facade she'd been putting up. As I've always preferred people being honest than trying to put up a front and maintain some image.

After that we actually ended up connecting way more. So I asked if she wanted to join the airbnb, I convinced myself at the time that it was because "I'd feel bad if she was the only girl that didn't get to join us."

We ended up hooking up in the taxi and did our thing at the house. The next day when they went home I got a hard time from the guys, but nothing I couldn't handle. I actually ended up defending her, she was real sweet after all and was just insecure.

Like at first glance she's short, and when you talk to her she's this annoying girl that really tries to seem like a don't care, tough party girl. I spent the night convincing her that I liked her way more when she was honest, and hopefully she took that to heart.

Overall not a very interesting story, but just wanted to share. Incase someone could relate to her.

Username: YanDoe