Yeah he did. He stopped and came out of the car, i told him it was my fault though. My foot really hurts now, i better put some ice on that shit.
i got clipped by a sidemirror in riga, latvia last summer...it was in the old cobblestone-streets side of town and cars are rare. a big ol' suv came barreling through without caring about pedestrians or anything. it was a pretty freaky experience...
A month and a half ago I was driving home from work. I was rolling up to the intersection, where the light was red, but as I reached the line it turned green so I hit the gas. In the perpendicular street, a suburban had just run the red light at a pretty high speed, I'm guessing 50 mph. Foolishly I rolled through the (now) green light without checking and the bastard zips by within a couple feet of my car. I saw, braked, honked, but there was so little time to react that if the trajectory was a little different or the timing was 1 second off, a serious collision would have been unavoidable. That one got me thinking!
I was hit by a car myself nearly a year ago. Puts perspective on things. If things had gone any differently I might not have been so lucky.
Personally, I'd rather center it around Mark, and people's feelings regarding his sad passing. War stories about 'that time I nearly died' I feel are mildly inappropriate. I won't pull the admin hammer on it, though. It's up to you. Just my humble suggestion.
The way I see it, what happened to Mark puts things in context for those of us who have been in close calls. A second, a meter, a tap of the gas or the brake. There's nothing unhealthy or inappropriate about considering those events and how lucky we've been. I don't think anybody here is bragging.
I had that happen to me once. Some lady just sailed right on through a red light about five seconds after it had changed. I was so shocked by the experience that I couldn't even be angry. All I could do was sit in silent disbelief and try not to be freaked out by the fact that I could've been T-boned by some fucking idiot living in oblivion had my reflexes been faster as my light turned green. EDIT: And I'm gonna agree with Sam and apologize for my contribution to this discussion here. It does seem pretty inappropriate at the moment.
Just thought I'd post in here and give my condolences to his surviving family. Over the past few months I had began to talk to Mark outside of the forums, and was a truly magnificent guy who would have accomplished great things. His loss is such a tragedy.
Same, I was crossing the road earlier and walked infront of a moving van, without thinking like an idiot. Straight after reminded me of Mark
A real shame. I live in Fredericton and I never knew Violent Green's first name. People spoke of this Mark Adams, and turns out he was a good friend of many of my friends but I never met him in person. My condolences to all.
This will sound so awful but ... until that obituary with the details about his son and his philosophy degree, a small part of me was STILL hoping that this wasn't the right Mark guy, or that it was a hoax, or SOMETHING.
A very small part of me still feels like it's all a joke, despite my brain's clear rationalization that it's not. This is the internet, the internet is a place for jokes.
Mark, I just finished my last college paper ever. You'd be happy to know that I'm graduating in a week and four days. I wish you were here to help mark this occasion so bad. I'm listening to Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd and I'm about to tear up. Your friend in life and death, Ben
Nobody knows where you are, how near or how far. Shine on you crazy diamond. Pile on many more layers and I'll be joining you there. Shine on you crazy diamond. And we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph, and sail on the steel breeze. Come on you boy child, you winner and loser, come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine!
Alright, spent all night at work wondering why... WHY it is that I give so much of a shit about this. I didn't like the guy for... like.. 4 years, nor did he like me. I never REALLY spoke to him, nor got to know him as well as even an acquaintance. Yet I'm depressed over this. And after last night at work thinking, I realized why. VG wasn't the smartest, the funniest, the anything-est, but he had large amounts of each of those things, and used those tools to become someone/something. There are many of us who are probably little more than driftwood floating along this turbulent ocean of life not knowing what direction to take in life. Some of us have great potential and yet do nothing with it. And this is the thing that despite trolling him, I had a great deal of respect for him about. He had great potential and he was living it out. Using the intelligence to teach complete strangers on the internet and in real life. Using his humor, etc. to brighten (most) people's days. So I wondered, why do people who are worth something to the world have things like this happen, when some(like me) get to stick around and be useless? And with that question, I understand that it's time for me, and for anyone like me to understand how short life can be, and that potential means nothing unless you strive to achieve it. I hope his family is doing well(as well as can be done), and that those who knew him better live up to the mark(no pun intended) that he set.
No, the car just winged me. It bruised a bone in my leg, and I was just limping for about a week. It was mostly just the shock of the thing that got to me. It could have been much worse.
I still find that I need to be reminded every day that this is "really true". I think part of it is that Mark always seemed sort of above dying, if that makes any sense. I mean, if someone is unhappy all the time, and then you were to find out that that person died, it would be less surprising. Maybe that's not logical to think that way, but it makes intuitive sense to me. I don't think Mark ever complained about a single thing on this forum regarding his life. He seemed perpetually optimistic and glad to be alive.
Well, I can't believe this. I've known VG since his very first post around the dt.net and I can't for sure believe this. Incredibly shocking, for real. I am really sorry, what a loss.
I keep coming back to this thread because I missed all of this due to holidays and I still can't believe it. Enjoy your marijuana, KC, Marillion and crazy philosophy stuff wherever you are man. Hope we can meet someday.
I had stayed kind of detached for the past week. I cried reading Ben's post. So many of us had loved him.
Every time somebody I know dies and the initial shock and depression of it fades with time I feel somewhat guilty-- as if I'm betraying them and their memory somehow by moving on. I actually wrote a song about it earlier this year, but the feeling is expressed perfectly in a song by Floater called "Milk of Heaven." The song ends with the following lyrics which always leave me feeling very somber: "We are born. We die. And the waves roll on." It always makes me wonder what the damned point of it all is, you know?
I haven't felt such a great loss in a long time. I wish I could've known him better, but I'm still very proud to have known him to the extent that I did. My fucking eyes won't stop leaking.
He was just a kid, cut down in the prime of his life, only the good die young, while I'll probly live another 50 years. And be a grumpy old man yelling at people to change my diaper.
this video really reminded me of mark (cause of the song really, the video is about heath ledger, but i recommend watching it and just closing your eyes) [ame="http://youtube.com/watch?v=WvWaWn83m10"]YouTube - Heath Ledger remembered We all die young A true knights tale[/ame]
