I woke up one morning, rolled out of bed and started to get dressed for school. (I was in 9th grade at the time) Just as I was pulling up my jeans my mother started screaming and freaking out in the other room, yelling at me to get dressed NOW. Turns out my dad was on the way to work, and got hit by a train at a crossing section that had no warning lights or anything. To make matters worse, we got in a traffic jam trying to get to the hospital, and it turns out the traffic jam was because of his train wreck. We had no idea what condition he was in, or anything, and after seeing the wreckage, we didnt think he was alive.
Fortunately, he walked away from it with very minor injuries.