Well, in fairness, for the shooting, I was on an adjacent street, the car accident I slept through, even though a matter of two inches in a 60 mph T-Bone made the difference between my head being pulped and not, and for the several motorbike incidents I've always been OMGOMGOMGOMG much later on, like in the shower that night.
I think I've had a few others, but I can't remember them offhand right now. That doesn't make me some kind of death-defying daredevil though. If anything, my low skill levels and ADD-esque lack of paying attention in just about everything I do is what puts me in danger. That or random chance.
I actually sort of wish they'd been WOW LIFE-CHANGING EXPERIENCES, but this world is a dangerous place. Death hangs by a thread - which makes it rather commonplace, really.
EDIT: Remembered another one: I probably flew on that plane that crashed in Buffalo earlier this year, sometime this winter. At the very least I probably had some of the same crew on the same type of plane.