I don't think anybody was making a comparison, but I find describing a fishtailing automobile as "nearly dying" or "near death" hysterically comical and overly dramatic in the extreme. I passed by a blackwidow spider yesterday. I guess that was near death. Lots of parachute jumps. I suppose each one could be near death. Why there I was, looking death square in the eye. Crusy old devil. I could see the fishtail in those soulless orbs, the grim reaper waiting in the eves to take me to his hellish lair...
Or taking a glass of water. You can drown with an ounce, you know. That's a near death experience. Why, after running the mile, I had a whole two pints. I could have died many times over. And then in a choking fit of death throes, fallen to the pavement and bonked my head, cracking my skull, ruining the nearby carpet. It could have been bloody.
Pardon my obvious pugnatious pontification...after extricating more than a few people from twisted wreckage, servicing them as a firefighter EMT on the scene, and transporting them to the hospital in an ambulance, the floor of which is slick with blood, I have a very hard time taking seriously any fishtail in a truck as a "near death experience." I'd be more inclined to take it seriously if they'd say, actually had an accident, or been hospitalized, or the vehicle had tipped, or struck something. But did they come close to death by staying upright and fishtailing a little. Not hardly.
I've spent time in intensive care following trauma, I've spent a great deal of time hospitalized when relatives were told I wouldn't survive. I had emergency respiratory treatment two or three times a week growing up, until about the age of 12 for the worst severe chronic asthma any doctor who treated me had ever seen or treated. I never considered any of that near death. Despite coming back to school as a child and frequently hearing teachers and students tell me they'd been told that I had died.
Now I have had experiences in which I was quite certain I would not survive. I fully understand the feeling by now; a cold chill and a little tension, followed by a relaxing acceptance of what appears inevitable. Those were not "near death" either.
But fishtailing in a car, straightening it out, and continuing the trip. Gimme a break.