Wow, all your stories are nuts, they make me a little queasy even lol.
The crash I very distinctly remember was when I was making a trip with my mom when I was little, like 11 or 12. Itís not that I was in it, but that as a child I hadnít seen a lot of tragedy. We were about three hours into the trip, heading over the mountain pass in the Cascades; it was summer so there were a lot of people on the road. Well, there is of course this one corner Ė some people call it the Flying Dutchman lol, and when we went around it, I remember seeing a burning flare, and the handlebars of a motorcycle sticking out from under the guardrail.
Then I saw her, a woman kneeling on the road amongst the metal and broken glass. Iíll never forget it, ever. She was next to the body, a sheet covering most of her loved one, I imagine he was her husband. The look on her face is what got me, her pain and fear was palpable, but her anger was too. She was yelling at the cars that were watching, screaming at the people trying to help. I canít blame her for that, no one can, but every time Iíve been in an accident sense then, I remember her and that day, and I thank God for how lucky my family and I have been. Please stay safe, drive carefully and never assume that someone sees you.