People Reveal How Their 'Something's Not Right' Gut Feeling Ended Up Saving Their Life


Human instincts have largely been dulled by our relatively safe and cushy existence (as compared to way back when we still had to worry about predators).

Sometimes, though, trusting a gut feeling can save us from a world of hurt.

Reddit user u/cantbebothered_tk asked:

"When did your gut feeling of 'something's not right here' save you?"


I work in a mental health hospital - there's a set of communal stairs, a lift and some locked staff stairs. I was working on the top floor that night and my gut told me to use the locked stairs. More of an inconvenience than the lift.. Went through the last door and found the patient who lived closest to that door hanging in their room. They were only there about 1-2 minutes so I managed to call for help and get them down..



I stood up and had a quick Matrix like wave (just like how the walls flex in the move). I turned to the closest person and asked for a ride to the emergency room. Honestly, it felt like a little head rush or light headedness that I've had a hudred times before. If I would have brushed it off as such, I would be dead. My lungs were at 30% capacity as I was drowning from fluids and had absolutely no other symptoms than the brief lightheaded feeling. Also, I had been feeling a bit down and hadn't eaten. The more I analyzed the situation I have no idea why I asked a stranger for a ride to the hospital.



I was in Turkey for vacation when I was about 7 or 8 years old and I made friends with some other tourists but also some locals, all around the age range of 8-16. These two local guys were about 16, and at one point during the late afternoon they asked if I wanted to go with them to go-kart outside of the hotel area, and I agreed. Approximately 30 seconds of walking along with them, I got the most chilling feeling I've ever had in my life.

All the hairs on my skin rose up and I had this super uneasy feeling deep in my gut. It actually felt like some supernatural force was beckoning me to dip. I turned on my heels and sprinted so fast to get back to the hotel. I didn't even look back. When I returned, my mother asked where I had been. I told her I was taking a rough sh*t.

Oddly enough, I was quite fond of those guys before this happened. But, thinking about this in retrospect, why would two local 16-year-olds have any genuine interest in go-karting with a young 8-year-old tourist? I feel like I may have dodged a bullet. We may never know.



I am a petite woman, and was 19 at the time. Had a late shift that ended at 10pm. Hit the grocery before my walk home (about 10 blocks). I've got arms full of groceries and notice a car drive past me in the opposite direction. Heard it pull a U-turn behind me and park. I tell myself, 'probably just getting home from work too', but then i hear foot steps behind me. I turn around and its a man in his 30s, I'd guess. He doesn't say anything, but stops walking when i stopped walking. I keep walking, bit faster now and I can hear him speed up too.

I turn around again and say, 'hey man, whatsup?'. He says nothing. I turn around and keep walking, almost at a mini-jog pace and I hear him speed up too. I was about 4 blocks away from home. The adrenaline kicked in, I dropped my bags and booked it. Made it home, told my boyfriend what was happening. As he goes outside to find the guy, dude drives by in his car. Right past my house. We call the cops, give them a description and the operator tells us they've had other calls about the same guy. Really hoping he never actually caught someone. Really hoping his creepy ass wound up in jail. Really happy I listened to my gut.



1st time was 3 weeks after getting my gall bladder out. I felt terrible i still had a drain in my stomach. I called my sister and said im afraid I'll be dead tomorrow. Went to the emergency room and turns out the surgeon had nicked my liver and i was bleeding internally. It turned into a blood blister on my liver and if it popped i would have bled to death.

2nd time i had been feeling like someone was squeezing around my chest for months. I passed out one morning, went to the hospital and they found a tumor between my heart and lungs. Turned out to be cancer. A couple surgeries and chemo and ive been in remission almost 5 years



Someone came into my work that gave me the "I'm in danger" feeling. I work in a place where 60% of my customers are children and I naturally get very protective of them, but you can't call the police because someone's creeping you out. He kept getting close to children but not doing anything or even making them uncomfortable so there still wasn't anything I could do. He leaves and I shrug it off. Another customer soon comes in and gives me the same feeling, so I'm thinking "I'm just anxious today" he's talking about donkey kong and stuff, casual conversation. Then he says "I'm best friends with Martin Bryant" (the spree killer from the 1996 port Arthur massacre, who is in solitary confinement and can't even interact with whoever has to throw his food at him) so I'm getting a bit nervous now. Then the first creepy guy comes in, and the one I was talking to says "I know him, we went to prison together!"

So immediately I start having a panic attack and have to end the conversation as quick as possible so I can contact the manager to say I need someone else to come into the store (I was there alone), and they immediately cal the police. Turns out they were both registered sex offenders, neither were allowed anywhere near my work because it's too close to the CBD, and they're legally now allowed near anywhere that could have children there.

I actually recently went to court for this, waited hours to go in and he plead guilty at the very very last second. B*stard.

Edit: I offered way too many details and now I'm super uncomfortable with everyone guessing where I work (I've had terrible experiences with people finding out where I work and I'm a bit spooked)



A guy dyed blue came into the motel lobby at 1am. In and of itself, not terribly unusual. Clubs get out, you see folks with body paint, foam, etc. But he just seemed "off.". When he came up to the counter I took a step back. Which is why his bowie knife hit my tie and not my neck. Slammed the fire door down, called the cops. Wasn't difficult for them to find a bright blue guy (who got naked for some reason after I slammed the door) running around in the snow at 1am.



I've told this story before, but I'll tell it again. It's one of many, but this one stands out.

I'm about 7, my neighbors 8 & 9 and we're at a bus stop. Guy in stereotypical white van pulls up and asks if we've seen a dog. He doesn't describe the dog, and the truth is, dogs ran around in our neighborhood.

My mother taught me stranger danger since as long as I can remember.

So one of the boys at the stop, we'll call him Paul, Paul describes a dog and man in van is like, "that's my dog, why don't you get inside the van, we can all go look for him."

Well, I had red flags going off at this point, and said, "No, I have to ask my mother," and as soon as those words left my mouth, he peeled out.

It was only later that I realized I saved us all from child abduction, specifically Paul who was walking toward the van to get in.

Teach your kids what to do if this situation happens. Get the license plate, the guys face, the car type, and what to do if something does happen. If I had known to snag his plates, we might have had a chance at catching him, but I only knew to "say no!".

Another time I was speeding down a hill and thought, "what if there's a deer around the corner?" So I slowed down and sure enough, there were three deer in the road. Saved my own life by a rando thought.



Had a friend who said we should go to this party he was invited to by a classmate of his. We ended driving out to it, we noticed the neighborhood was not to pleasant and sketchy. We saw that house had some lights on in backyard but kind of quiet for a party.

I decided that we should not go since something felt really off. Friend ended finding the classmate that invited him got robbed and threatened when he went to party. It ended up being a fake party.



Well I was walking home. Wasn't late and I'm from a pretty safe area but it was that time of year when it starts to get dark really early so felt kind of ominous.

Anyway, I pass this guy in a red sweater and red tracksuit bottoms and he looks at me funny. Maybe he's high, maybe he's drunk...either way something not quite right about him.
I keep going. Look behind me, he's still there. Cross the road. He crosses with me. As soon as I turn a corner I sprint to my apartment complex and run into the coded gate and wait. He rocks up a minute later and stares at me through the gate. He just stares at me for a good 10 or so seconds then runs back the way he came.



There's been a few times where I hadn't listened to my gut but one sticks out where I did. I used to live in a smaller Minnesotan town down near some train tracks and a bike/running path that extends out of town into the woods. One evening I'm sitting outside on my porch drinking a couple of beers with my buddy. Two dudes walk up on us kind of out of no where and immediately something seemed off with them. It's a college town and drunk people come up onto your porch a lot or randomly just say hello on their way to or from the bars downtown. But these dudes had a bad vibe to them. I had a little black Louisville slugger lying next to me on the porch so I grabbed and just held it across my lap. One dude asks us, "You guys got an extra smoke?"

Buddy says nope. The other guy comes up real close almost onto the porch and says, "Did you see my face?" I just kept looking forward but not directly at him and just said "Nah man we didn't see anything."He said something like "Good... lil punk..." and they both walked away.

Two nights later I'm sitting in my living room with the same buddy and the local news is on. Two guys arrested for robbing and stabbing a man a couple nights back on the trail down by the train tracks next to where I live. My buddy had looked at their faces coming up and I had seen the dude clear as day that had asked for the smoke. It was those same f*cking guys.



I woke up at 3am once sitting upright in bed. I felt on alert and my heart raced when I saw that my cat was on alert too, wide awake by my feet with his ears perked up. But I didn't see or hear anything weird. Something didn't feel right and I couldn't relax. So I got up and went to the kitchen. Turned on some lights and ate food even though I wasn't that hungry. Eventually went back to bed.

We discovered the next morning that someone had stopped while in the process of using some kind of tool to silently cut a big hole in the glass window in the living room. They were trying to break in. Right next to the bedroom. I think the lights I turned on scared them away.

We had 3 long years of issues with our neighbors. They repeatedly came into our property and were pissed that we put up a 9 foot fence to keep them out. This attempted break in happened right after the fence went up and 2 days before they all moved out. Glad those pieces of sh!t are long gone.



At age 5 I was almost abducted by strangers at the park who had a bunch of toys on a blanket and tried to lure me into their motor home. I looked back to my dad, who was talking to his friend maybe 100 yards away, I got a "tummy ache" when one of them tried to coax me by reaching for my arm to lead me away, and I screamed and ran like hell back to my dad. Years later I found out those same people had abducted other kids who weren't so lucky. Never ignored a gut feeling since.

Thanks for all the positive feedback. And FYI trust me once my Dad got over the shock he let me have it for not only wandering off but speaking to complete strangers. I talked to my mom a bit about it today and she told me my dad broke down and blamed himself. Positive outlook on this though guys this is just one instance (scary as it may be) where my gut led me in the right direction and my instinct for danger is now uncanny. I truly believe everything happens for a reason. I trusted my instincts and it kept me safe still does.



Was riding my motorcycle with a friend on the back. We were going down a country road behind a truck hauling a bunch of old car tires when all of a sudden I decided we shouldn't be there, so I slowed way down to let the truck go ahead of us. Just as I did one of the tires fell off the truck and landed right where we would have been.



I'm a firefighter. We got called out to a tree fire started by fallen power lines. We pull up in the truck and I'm trusting that my driver and crew leader are doing their job and have good situational awareness.

We get out of the truck and we've parked next to a set of power lines (not fallen). It's a very windy night and I can see the lines swinging so I voice my concerns to my crew leader who says it'll be fine.

We get out hose out (risk of the tree fire catching onto a house outweighing potential risk of arcing plus the line disconnected when it fell) and I'm on the branch ready to start putting it out with 2 others near me when I get a chill. I look up see the lines swinging violently and yell "everyone f**king move". As the 3 of us sprint and dive out of the way we hear a thwip and crack and sure enough the line we were under came loose and stayed connected to the power pole. If I hadn't got that chill chances are we would have had 3 fried firefighters.



Some dude get off the bus at the same stop as me. It's about 8pm and October so it's quite dark out already. He had spoken to me on the bus, one line about nice weather.

Anyway, he gets off the bus after me. I cross the road and make a mental note of him walking the opposite way to me. I make sure to watch him walking away. Something in my gut says not to trust him.

To get to my house I have to walk up a hill with a path alongside a high stone wall. It is secluded. Usually I listen to music as I walk. I decide not to this time.

I'm about halfway up when I get this awful feeling. I take out my phone, dial my mother's number and as I do I hear fast steps of someone running up behind me.

I know it's the guy before I turn around and as I do he is literally running full speed towards me. I look him dead in the eyes, ready to fight for my life. As I do this, my mother answers her phone and I say 'hi mom'.

He slows right down to a light jog and says 'evening' as he jogs past me. I ask my mom to stay on the line. Her bf comes out to meet me at the top of the hill. The guy is nowhere to be seen.

He was definitely running up behind me to strike me and by turning to face him I'm certain it threw him off.



Worked as a Shot Girl at a pub. One night I rejected someone who attempted to get my number. Not unusual and he didn't seem that bothered. The whole exchange wasn't strange to me. In the early hours after the bar closed I went to leave through the back door into the car park like usual when I saw the sensor light outside was on. Someone was stood just outside the door. I felt uneasy so went out the front and asked one of the bouncers to walk me round the back to my car. As we rounded the corner we spotted this guy lurking outside the door holding his belt like a makeshift garotte. When he saw us he started screaming that I was a f*cking b!tch and I should die. He scampered off into the road and never came back.



Not me but my best friend was driving to California from Arizona with her 2 year old for work, (about 5 months ago) and she stopped at a gas station and just got a weird feeling. She normally doesn't lock her car when she pumps gas but she decided to do it. During that process a woman came up to her and started talking all nice and whatnot, She got an uneasy feeling about it and heard a noise like someone trying to open a door. She turned around and saw the woman's husband trying to get into her car to steal her baby.

She told him to get the f**k away from her car, and the man tried to play it off. She told them to f**k off and got in her car to leave.

The couple got in their vehicle and followed her, tried to swerve her off the road and brake check her on the highway for a few miles. She was smart enough to call the cops (This was in Primm Nevada btw) and they caught up to her and ended up arresting the couple. They had gotten multiple reports that day of issues like that.



My daughter was a year and a half at the time. She had a cold, but bedtime went off without a hitch. I woke up in the middle of the night that night, really uncomfortable and anxious. Something was off and I couldn't put my finger on it. I got up, had a midnight snack, tried to calm my nerves. I decided to check on my kids, who shared a room, before trying to go back to sleep.

I get in there and immediately I hear a light sound coming from her crib—wheezing. It was so quiet, there was no way to hear it outside of the room. I got her up and saw that her breathing was fast and labored. I took her to the hospital, where she ended up with an overnight stay, oxygen, and nebulizer treatments because her oxygen had dipped. She was diagnosed with Reactive Airway Disease due to the cold (which triggered the asthma attack).



I'm a type one diabetic with Gastroparesis and chronic vomiting disorder. When I get sick, I get REALLY sick. Back in early January I got a stomach bug from my daughter. After not being able to hold down even water for a few hours and my blood sugars spiking upwards with insulin not even touching them my partner and I ubered to the closest hospital. I was given IV fluids and antiemetics plus IV insulin for a few hours and then told that had "gotten me through the peak" of my illness and sent me home.

As soon as I got home and the meds wore off I was back in the exact same spot. So three days later we go back to the ER. Exact same song and dance. As the doc was telling me she was going to send me home, I was leaning over the side of the bed and puking into a bag my partner was holding. She had to raise her voice to be heard above my retching to tell me "I think you're fine and I'm sending you home".

I begged her to keep me longer for treatment. I told her I wasn't comfortable with that and felt unsafe going home like that. She basically told me that was too bad and that they needed the ER bay for "someone with an EMERGENCY and not the tummy flu"

I don't actually remember much after that. I remember going home and asking my partner to kill me because it hurt so bad and no one would help me. I remember paramedics in my house. I remember being in emerg and suddenly not being able to breathe after nine failed attempts to get an IV into my dehydrated veins. Then I just remember my partner saying "this is too much, I need to call your mom. I'm sorry" and then I woke up two days later in the ICU.

So I guess after we got home from the second ER visit I was still uncontrollably vomiting and heaving. My blood sugar wouldn't budge a single mmol. SO was wetting down my hair with washcloths in bed while I was puking into a giant mixing bowl. He says he went to empty it for me and noticed solid pieces in the stomach bile and had a terrible feeling about it.

I hadn't eaten anything or even had more than a few sips of water for the past week. There shouldn't have been anything solid. So he ended up calling 911 for me. When the paramedics got there, they said I was so sick they would have to take me to the closest hospital, the same one that kept sending me home.

So he lied to the EMTs. Told them my endocrinologist was at a different hospital so they'd have to take me there. He saved my life that night, without question. My body had gone into complete DKA and was starting to "eat" my internal organs for energy. The solid bits in my puke? Pieces of my stomach lining, apparently.

If it wasn't for him, I would've stayed home that night and most likely died in my sleep. His gut feeling told him I needed help and he was right.

TL;DR, SO realized I was sicker than we thought and called 911 apparently just in time.


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