I am not sure this counts, if it does it would have been my first attempt (AND CORRECT MY EARLIER POST)...
At 8, I was working the Palmer House in Chicago just about every weekend. One of my regular "clients" put his full weight on me for an extended period. It was to the point I could not breathe. I could have done something to get his attention, I didn't. Last thing I remember was how my arms and legs were tingling, I was seeing stars and was very light headed. My vision narrowed to a tunnel and I was out. It was my john's ego that saved my life, when he looked down at me to find out why I was suddenly still. He saw my lips and face were blue and he freaked. When I came to I had the mother of all headaches. The experience did change how he "played" with me during future sessions.
I do remember feeling disappointed at the time. I honestly do not know if I was hoping to die or not. Is not fighting to stay alive, the same as trying to end your own life...
Today I am glad I didn't die.
"There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind" C.S. Lewis