Whats the one thing that happened to you and made you humble?

[cephissus]

 

great post!

[wes]

I feel ya bro,
back in college days i used to run a night club, im a pretty big guy,alpha male type, all american wrestler..ya know? the type that didnt give a fuck about anything and was high on life... someinstances i remember that fucked with my head..

1) back then the club was 18+, so people that were over 21 would get a bracelt on their right arm, and there was alot of underage drinking, so we had to toss them out... So i see this kid drinking with his left hand, and the bracelet was on his left hand.. i go tap him on the shoulder and say something like " hey bro, you gotta get the fuck outta here" cuz i knew the doorman wouldnt make the mistake of putting the bracelt on the wrong hand, so i thought the kid was underage and brought his own bracelet from home, but was too stupid to put it on the right hand... so i tell he has to leave, he asks why, and as soon as i want to explain, i see that he doesnt have a right arm... im telling you man, my throat lumped up, i told him i made a mistake, i went outside cuz i couldnt breathe... my eyes were watery and if i wasnt in public, i wouldve cried like a bitch... anyways, i made it up to him, told the bartender to comp all his drinks for the rest of the night, and had a shot with him and his friends on the house


i dont know, just the thought of a kid probably my age at the time, that has to go his entire life without one arm, and here ima  big athletic guy and still bitching that i couldnt get to 7% bf from 8%bf... it made me put life in a whole new perspective

2) Some gang members came into our club one night, started some shit with a bartender, one of them fingered a Bottle Service's girl's ass, and we got in a big fight with them, fucked them up and wiped the floor with them...Several weeks later they came back, ( later on we found that they paid the bouncer that was at the back door of the club, and that dumbass saw green, let them in without patting them down..) anyways, they start another fight with our staff, it was legit a 20-25an brawl , fight pours outside, and we hear 2 shots and everyone starts running.. one of my boys had got shot in the chest.. he wasnt even a bouncer, just trying to back up up... i held him, trying to do everything to stopp the blood, i kept telling him to be strong and stay away and its nothing serious, but he couldnt even talk.. about 2 mins, he was dead... he was looking me in the eys when he dies, i was holding him, and its a wierd feeling, holding someone alive, and boom, next second he's dead...

makes you question life, and what is it.. its wierd, you will probably think im crazy, but like i felt something leave his body... one of the worst experiences of my life.. it fucked with my head for a few months, would wake up at nights with panic attacks and shit, but time cures everything

thats two off the top of my head

Good post bro..........heavy stuff.

[THEBOSS]

   My COCK was only the 3rd biggest in the world . Gave me a complex .

[Knowledge]

Being unemployed for close to a year....

[apply85]

going from $$$$$ to practically broke,

drug experiences that humbled my perceptionof how strong my mind was

a woman i didnt treat well died and i never got to make it up to her, even though a right before she died i used to look at her name in my phoen and wan to call her, i kept saying wait till i get my own place agin, wait till i get my money situation back in order.

[AlphaMaleDawg]

I feel ya bro,
back in college days i used to run a night club, im a pretty big guy,alpha male type, all american wrestler..ya know? the type that didnt give a fuck about anything and was high on life... someinstances i remember that fucked with my head..

1) back then the club was 18+, so people that were over 21 would get a bracelt on their right arm, and there was alot of underage drinking, so we had to toss them out... So i see this kid drinking with his left hand, and the bracelet was on his left hand.. i go tap him on the shoulder and say something like " hey bro, you gotta get the fuck outta here" cuz i knew the doorman wouldnt make the mistake of putting the bracelt on the wrong hand, so i thought the kid was underage and brought his own bracelet from home, but was too stupid to put it on the right hand... so i tell he has to leave, he asks why, and as soon as i want to explain, i see that he doesnt have a right arm... im telling you man, my throat lumped up, i told him i made a mistake, i went outside cuz i couldnt breathe... my eyes were watery and if i wasnt in public, i wouldve cried like a bitch... anyways, i made it up to him, told the bartender to comp all his drinks for the rest of the night, and had a shot with him and his friends on the house


i dont know, just the thought of a kid probably my age at the time, that has to go his entire life without one arm, and here ima  big athletic guy and still bitching that i couldnt get to 7% bf from 8%bf... it made me put life in a whole new perspective

2) Some gang members came into our club one night, started some shit with a bartender, one of them fingered a Bottle Service's girl's ass, and we got in a big fight with them, fucked them up and wiped the floor with them...Several weeks later they came back, ( later on we found that they paid the bouncer that was at the back door of the club, and that dumbass saw green, let them in without patting them down..) anyways, they start another fight with our staff, it was legit a 20-25an brawl , fight pours outside, and we hear 2 shots and everyone starts running.. one of my boys had got shot in the chest.. he wasnt even a bouncer, just trying to back up up... i held him, trying to do everything to stopp the blood, i kept telling him to be strong and stay away and its nothing serious, but he couldnt even talk.. about 2 mins, he was dead... he was looking me in the eys when he dies, i was holding him, and its a wierd feeling, holding someone alive, and boom, next second he's dead...

makes you question life, and what is it.. its wierd, you will probably think im crazy, but like i felt something leave his body... one of the worst experiences of my life.. it fucked with my head for a few months, would wake up at nights with panic attacks and shit, but time cures everything

thats two off the top of my head

WOW. heavy stuff right there. thanks for sharing

[YngiweRhoads]

eat a dick piece of shit

Words to live by.

I feel humbled.

[The Abdominal Snoman]

I feel ya bro,
back in college days i used to run a night club, im a pretty big guy,alpha male type, all american wrestler..ya know? the type that didnt give a fuck about anything and was high on life... someinstances i remember that fucked with my head..

1) back then the club was 18+, so people that were over 21 would get a bracelt on their right arm, and there was alot of underage drinking, so we had to toss them out... So i see this kid drinking with his left hand, and the bracelet was on his left hand.. i go tap him on the shoulder and say something like " hey bro, you gotta get the fuck outta here" cuz i knew the doorman wouldnt make the mistake of putting the bracelt on the wrong hand, so i thought the kid was underage and brought his own bracelet from home, but was too stupid to put it on the right hand... so i tell he has to leave, he asks why, and as soon as i want to explain, i see that he doesnt have a right arm... im telling you man, my throat lumped up, i told him i made a mistake, i went outside cuz i couldnt breathe... my eyes were watery and if i wasnt in public, i wouldve cried like a bitch... anyways, i made it up to him, told the bartender to comp all his drinks for the rest of the night, and had a shot with him and his friends on the house


i dont know, just the thought of a kid probably my age at the time, that has to go his entire life without one arm, and here ima  big athletic guy and still bitching that i couldnt get to 7% bf from 8%bf... it made me put life in a whole new perspective

2) Some gang members came into our club one night, started some shit with a bartender, one of them fingered a Bottle Service's girl's ass, and we got in a big fight with them, fucked them up and wiped the floor with them...Several weeks later they came back, ( later on we found that they paid the bouncer that was at the back door of the club, and that dumbass saw green, let them in without patting them down..) anyways, they start another fight with our staff, it was legit a 20-25an brawl , fight pours outside, and we hear 2 shots and everyone starts running.. one of my boys had got shot in the chest.. he wasnt even a bouncer, just trying to back up up... i held him, trying to do everything to stopp the blood, i kept telling him to be strong and stay away and its nothing serious, but he couldnt even talk.. about 2 mins, he was dead... he was looking me in the eys when he dies, i was holding him, and its a wierd feeling, holding someone alive, and boom, next second he's dead...

makes you question life, and what is it.. its wierd, you will probably think im crazy, but like i felt something leave his body... one of the worst experiences of my life.. it fucked with my head for a few months, would wake up at nights with panic attacks and shit, but time cures everything

thats two off the top of my head

Damn bro. The PTSD just isn't worth the 10 bucks and hour as a bouncer. Hope you were able to move on with this. I had a brother who killed himself and I saw the after math. And in my case, time doesn't cure shit

[tbombz]

I am going to get serious here...

one time on POF, a 20 year old girl on a wheelchair and breathing machine messaged me saying I was cute. I read her profile and got depressed. How could I complain when a 20 year old girl is on a wheelchair and trying to make the most of life? She sounded all upbeat on her profile too. I didn't know how to respond. I thought to just not answer, but I felt I really needed to.I said something along the lines of (don't make fun of me, I was feeling vulnerable)

"This is awesome! You're awesome! I loved reading your profile and think you are a very special girl. Maybe not what I am looking for romantically, but you are very pretty and have a very pretty smile and I think you are amazing. Keep kicking ass!" then I signed my name.

she replied "awww thanks you just made my day."

I instantly just started balling out crying. Humbled the fuck out of me. One of those moments that makes you re-evaluate life

that was really cool man  

[rotaryfan]

tough thread to read. Props to everyone here who has experienced a loss and been able to move forward with their lives despite that pain.
The shelter I work at has about 200 regular clients, and a couple hundred more who show up infrequently. The first thing you learn being there is that everyone has a story. There are guys there who have masters degrees, used to drive BMW's, and had beach houses to go to in the summer time, and now they are all addicted to meth, heroine, crack, ketamine, or whatever else. Their faces are covered in bloody sores from picking, they can't stand up straight because they are to strung out. 15% of all of our clients have HIV and because they live on the street most refuse to go to the free medical clinic next door to seek treatment. There is one girl who used to be a model who is there everyday, she has HIV and has been so sick and drug addicted for so long that she hardly even looks like a human being anymore. A fellow staff member showed me a picture of her from 7 years ago, and I didn't believe that it was her; i had to excuse myself i go the washroom just so that I didn't tear up in front of the other staff, seeing how far she had fallen- going from a model to one step from death.
Everyday that I go to work is a humbling experience. Everyday that I get to go home at the end of my shift instead of stay at the shelter with the clients is a day that I am grateful for everything I have. Makes me forget my 1st world problems...

[Tito24]

someone trace this scrawny tit?

[FitnessFrenzy]

being depressed because I could not get a decent job (recession). So tired every day, every fucking hour. Felt terrible. No appetite, sexual drive.. etc.
That was 2 years ago. I am feeling better now just enjoying being healthy, living, socializing. And not beating myself up mentally over the job situation.
The times are tough though. I know I am not the only one.

[Marlo Stanfield]

Damn bro. The PTSD just isn't worth the 10 bucks and hour as a bouncer. Hope you were able to move on with this. I had a brother who killed himself and I saw the after math. And in my case, time doesn't cure shit

Thanks man. In my case i did move on from it, no PTSD from it whatsoever.. im a mentally tough guy, and with PTSD its mostly mental.. i surrounded myself with positive things and people ( mainly big titted blondes and brunettes ),  and eventually was able to move on with my life... it wasnt a walk in the park, but i overcame it...

as for the bouncing job, i hear ya... sure i started from $10/hr, but the business was more lucrative than that..Me being head of security and managing the floor, i pretty much ran the club, and every night i worked ( mostly fridays and saturday), i would easily pocket $500-600 a night. for special events, it was even more. Not to brag, but this was and still is the hottest night club in town, so people loved to become my friend, cuz i could just have anyone bypass the lines and just walk them up. depending on the person , i would charge anywhere fromm $100-150 per head to let them in. I didnt abuse my power, just let in select 5-6 people, and easily make $500+ that night.

On top of that you got pussy left and right.The amount of pussy i got and still being STD free is a miracle on it own, but then again goes to show the type of person i am and always thinking with my head, and not my emotions or dick,..that when a hot chick is sucking your balls and licking your ass and wants to just jump on your dick, i still had the state of mind to push her off, walk over to my pants wherever it was and grab a condom...no girl is worth STD, no matter how hot.. so pussy is  another incentive for being a bouncer

and last but not least, drugs. i would get offers for drugs and shit for free, but i dont do any drugs, so i never took them up on their offer, but i would get offers for coke,week,x, and all that shit... i wouldd go to parties with lines of coke on the table for people to use, all sorts of drug, so if someone does rec drugs, this job will put u in touch with people who have alot to share for free

so yeah, the pay was more than $10/hr  ( at least for me), so thats why i kept going back to that job ...

if anyone has PTSD, i can give some pointers on how i was able to nip it in the bud before it got serious or got worse, and how i was able to defeat it...

[Irongrip400]

Bro, that sounds fucking terrible. Glad you're doing better. Was he at fault at all?

I didnt sue, but the neurologist and my doctor said it was caused by him. I had to get a letter from them stating it was his fault so my insurance wouldn't drop me. He basically hooked my artery in one of the disks in my neck and cut off blood flow for a few moments. I swear I thought I was gonna die. I sat up and started puking, and he asked me if I was out drinking the night before I told him no, that he touched my neck and now I'm dying. Dude was a dirtbag, and if I had any lasting effects I would've sued his ass but I didn't. It's weird, when I went to the doctor to get my heart checked after the incident, the anesthesiologist was asking me why I was there and I told her. She told me her husband was a chiropractor, and served on a board of review for chiropractors, and she had heard about my case. Strange shit.

[K-1]

I feel ya bro,
back in college days i used to run a night club, im a pretty big guy,alpha male type, all american wrestler..ya know? the type that didnt give a fuck about anything and was high on life... someinstances i remember that fucked with my head..

1) back then the club was 18+, so people that were over 21 would get a bracelt on their right arm, and there was alot of underage drinking, so we had to toss them out... So i see this kid drinking with his left hand, and the bracelet was on his left hand.. i go tap him on the shoulder and say something like " hey bro, you gotta get the fuck outta here" cuz i knew the doorman wouldnt make the mistake of putting the bracelt on the wrong hand, so i thought the kid was underage and brought his own bracelet from home, but was too stupid to put it on the right hand... so i tell he has to leave, he asks why, and as soon as i want to explain, i see that he doesnt have a right arm... im telling you man, my throat lumped up, i told him i made a mistake, i went outside cuz i couldnt breathe... my eyes were watery and if i wasnt in public, i wouldve cried like a bitch... anyways, i made it up to him, told the bartender to comp all his drinks for the rest of the night, and had a shot with him and his friends on the house


i dont know, just the thought of a kid probably my age at the time, that has to go his entire life without one arm, and here ima  big athletic guy and still bitching that i couldnt get to 7% bf from 8%bf... it made me put life in a whole new perspective

2) Some gang members came into our club one night, started some shit with a bartender, one of them fingered a Bottle Service's girl's ass, and we got in a big fight with them, fucked them up and wiped the floor with them...Several weeks later they came back, ( later on we found that they paid the bouncer that was at the back door of the club, and that dumbass saw green, let them in without patting them down..) anyways, they start another fight with our staff, it was legit a 20-25an brawl , fight pours outside, and we hear 2 shots and everyone starts running.. one of my boys had got shot in the chest.. he wasnt even a bouncer, just trying to back up up... i held him, trying to do everything to stopp the blood, i kept telling him to be strong and stay away and its nothing serious, but he couldnt even talk.. about 2 mins, he was dead... he was looking me in the eys when he dies, i was holding him, and its a wierd feeling, holding someone alive, and boom, next second he's dead...

makes you question life, and what is it.. its wierd, you will probably think im crazy, but like i felt something leave his body... one of the worst experiences of my life.. it fucked with my head for a few months, would wake up at nights with panic attacks and shit, but time cures everything

thats two off the top of my head

Sorry to hear about your homie. I'm sure like me you can recall that day crystal clear like it was yesterday?

Like another poster said, everybody has a story. Some more violent than others, some more emotional, financial..etc. It's all the same to me because everybody is effected by their situation in their own way. I always ask "what did you learn?" It should show that you've been through some sh*t( how did you respond basically).

If you tell me 20 stories of situations in your life you should have learned from, yet you haven't learned anything other than telling sympathy stories of your life for sympathy votes you need to look in the mirror and do a reality check on yourself fast.

As you mentioned about the guy with one arm, I always think of those less fortunate (blind, impaired..etc), and thank my lucky stars i'm able. I remember I was running one morning out on the street last year and almost broke down when I saw this guy in a wheelchair crossing the intersection in the florida heat. Stuff like that gets to me sometimes. I try to be the nicest person I can be in life man daily (except here lol).

[BiGHer]

This is a great thread right here.  I think it says something when people can put their ego's (and let's be honest, on this board, we all have at least a small ego) aside and talk about things in their life that actually effected them.

[Marlo Stanfield]

This is a great thread right here.  I think it says something when people can put their ego's (and let's be honest, on this board, we all have at least a small ego) aside and talk about things in their life that actually effected them.

I agree, the turnout for this thread was amazing. thanks to those who have shared!

[garebear]

The military.

[MikMaq]

I never really had that one thing that made me any more humble than any other part of my life.
In general I'd say being an adult has made me humble, so much shit that goes on from week to week.

Pretty much every person I've met in life has humbled me, I got friends who,  are on coke, have raped, have been raped, molested, had their parents die, and the list goes on. Anyone that's still of themselves post 25 has got some serious issues.

[tu_holmes]

You have friends who have raped people?

WTF

[wes]

Some bad mofos on this board.

[flinstones1]

mother- breast cancer from 2009-2011. Called her a $$$$ and a worthless whore countless times and we almost lost her. I always hated her when I had no reason to really I was just an angry kid loaded on test and dbol I guess lol....fortunately She recovered

[Marlo Stanfield]

mother- breast cancer from 2009-2011. Called her a $$$$ and a worthless whore countless times and we almost lost her. I always hated her when I had no reason to really I was just an angry kid loaded on test and dbol I guess lol....fortunately She recovered

do you treat her with respect now? or now that the scare is gone, your back to being rude and mean with her?

[Nomad]

how has that humbled you? were you able to change it around? and now look at life with a new perspective?

Failed out of physics, turned into a lazy fat gamer and bit later got fired from my job. I hate that, I hated being me, I did not believe that this is all that I could be. So slowly I started trying to turn my life around. Brought my grades up semester by semester, lost fat, gained some muscle naturally. After last two great semesters and I was accepted back into physics so now I am finishing up my major.

[MikMaq]

You have friends who have raped people?

WTF

Hard drugs, man all I can say. Dude was one of the nicest people I`ve ever known. Anyhow rape is way more common than most people realize. STd`s pedo`s and rapist in this society get ignored. People`s minds are just too fucking small.