Lived next to a gorge referred to as the "Grand Canyon of the East" growing up. Every year it claimed a few...either someone decided they'd had enough of life, or were just plain dumb. Was at the overlook riding my bike when I heard the screams of one and his friends, he climbed over the fence to retrieve a basketball, slipped and fell...I saw the final descent to the bottom and had the gates unlocked for the firemen when they arrived 10 minutes later. Saw him brought up...he was gray...should of died, but he lived. I might have been 10 or 11.
Saw that same shade of gray when a guy got drunk and hit a phone poll down from the house, sheared his car in half. Was one of the first ones there, I ran and got the neighbor who owned an independent ambulance service at the time. Fetched stuff, held IV bags, did what he said and looked away when told to, while he worked on him alone until the other ambulance and life flight responded. He should have died, but he didn't either. I think I was 18 or 19.