I survived a small plane crash, as well as a bomb on a train. Several car accidents, a vicious attack by a rabid dog, fell 4 stories down on a construction site, and I can't think of anything else right now, but there was probably more.
Anyway, here's my near-death experience (true story)
I don't do drugs and don't drink. It has just never attracted me in the least. So one day, about 8 years ago, I was having a bonfire outside (as I do every day in summer time). A few friends came over with beer. They were rolling their own cigerettes and offered me one. It never occured to them to tell me that they had mixed marijuana with the tobacco. Had I known, I would not have touched them. Anyway, I puffed about 3 cigarettes, started to feel a bit 'weird', and I decided to have a beer. Strange, because I don't drink alcohol at all. Less than an hour later, I was lying on the ground, unable to breathe and unable to walk. (I later found out that I'm allergic to both, marijuana and alcohol).
So they call the EMT.
EMT shows up and gives me oxygen. An ambulance is on the way, but I'm not an idiot. I was not going to agree to go to the hospital with marijuana and alcohol in my system, they would have judged me the wrong way. The ambulance shows up, carrying some more EMT guys. Now there's uniformed people all over my yard, my friends have disappeared (nice friends, huh? lol), and everyone is trying to convince me to go to the hospital. I'm still lying on the lawn, wearing an oxygen mask and being all freaked out. Then I overhear the EMT guys talking to one another saying how this is a 'life and death' situation. Now, I wasn't feeling oh so great, but this was no life and death situation. So for no reason, I start laughing like an idiot.
Well, I know that this is pretty lame, but that was my 'near death' experience. I was near death, according to someone else, but I was never really near death.