I was once impaled by a pole. When i was in my mid teens, i must've been 15, i was out with friends one night.
We were drinking and getting high. As it was coming up to dawn and making our way to our homes, we went past this building which had scaffolds up one side of it. I, for some reason, i may have been high, decided to climb up those scaffolds. As im going up the scaffolds, i tript on something and fell right onto this metal pole.
It went into my stomach, just above my belly button. I managed to get it off me, my inside were literally about to fall out. I remeber just falling onto the ground, blood everywhere. Alhamdulillah, my boys managed to get help quickly and call an ambulance and was rushed to hospital in no time.
Not gonna lie, i didn't have any "life flashing before my eyes" moment. I just simple was out cold. Darkness is what i remember.
Alhamdulillah, i lived and carried on with my life. But, Wallahi, it did make me change. Since that time, i've never drunk again, and smoked, and changed the people i called: friends.
Here is the scar that i have from that fateful day: