I was in the car with my family, driving back home. Some guy fell asleep and hit us and also made another 2 or 3 cars a part of the crash. I went unscratched, along with my mom and sis', but my brother broke a bone (right arm). My dad suffered way more than anyone else. The guy that fell asleep hit his side of the car so he got jammed. His foot got smashed fucking hard. You don't wanna see that x-ray, really. Also, his left arm got cut and jammed by something, think it was the wheel. His biceps was cut in half. I was standing there, hoping the firemen would be able to get him out of there, while he was losing a lot of blood. Not a nice memory. He needed a year or so to walk normally again and a while longer to regain the strength in his left arm.
So, that's the toughest accident I've had. Ok, I wasn't hurt or anything, but I wished my dad didn't have to get so hurt. That accident reflected our lives for many years that came. Not in a spiritual way, but financial. One of the worst things that happened to us.