My best day was when I was hit head on by a drunk driver, I was so close to home I could see that the front porch lights were on.
The car I was driving was bent in the middle, like a freaked out cat. The engine in my car had moved, the dashboard collapsed down on my legs, all the contents of the car was in the front seat, I hit my head hard (on what I don't know), they had to cut me out. The pickup truck that hit me had it's engine in the firewall, from the front you couldn't tell the manufacturer, his dashboard was warped.
My best day... because I walked away. I ended up in the hospital, but I was able to walk, they didn't think my legs would be ok once I was out of the car. Blessings come in many manners, the trick is to recognize it when it happens.
EDIT- I need to thank General Motors for making the car that saved my life.