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Two; both involving water.
Canoeing down the Chattahoochie River in North GA, the water was really low which turned what was supposed to be a "safe" rapid into a raging torrent about halfway down. My canoe hit a rock and flipped over and, somehow, my leg got pinned under a rock and the current was so strong, I couldn't get it out. The canoe belonging to the guy that was behind me also flipped and when it slammed into me, it jarrred me loose. But for that, I'm not sure I could have escaped.
Scuba diving in Hawaii, I was given a tank about 30% smaller than the ones I used when learning how to dive. It was really my first or second dive after getting certified so I was very inexperienced. I got used to looking at the pressure to see how much air I had left. I didn't factor in that the same pressure in a smaller tank means much less air (and much less time). I realized the problem a little late and the pothead guide I was with didn't see the problem so I motored back to the boat by myself. About the time I found the anchor rope (40' depth) and started up, I ran completely out of air - its like sucking on an empty beer bottle while being starved for air. I passed out on the way up - fortunately, the guys on the boat saw me coming up and came in after me. I think I broke every rule of scuba diving on that dive - leaving my buddy, not ditching the gear and surfacing, etc.
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