I got dumped by my first girlfriend, so I went to one of my friends and cried. Said friend is now my girlfriend of half a year.
Or, if you want something a little bit less romantic, there was a time when I was young and almost rode into some glass. See, my house was built with the entrance facing a rather steep slope - the kind that not even Lance Armstrong could ride up if he had rocket boosters attached to his wheels. I was at the top of the hill, on my bicycle, maybe nine or ten. I shifted my bike slightly and, thanks to gravity, started to roll down the incredibly steep slope as fast as said athlete. I was speeding towards the panes of glass and metal that served as a window-wall for our lounge room.
I fell off and hit the pavement, less than a meter away from said window arrangements and saving my family what likely would've been payments for a funeral, considering the amount of glass that would've gotten in my face. That, and a petty sum for fixing the windows back up. The only thing that stopped me was the slight raising of the ground from the pavement - all that was between me and the glass was the small garden with assorted flowers.