When I got hit by a Suburban, I fleewwwww. Did a couple flips and totally lost one of my shoes. Hit the ground, rolled, and i somehow jumped up and did a pat down of myself and exclaimed “holy shit im fucking fine”, exact words. The driver was balling her eyes pit since she thought i was surely dead. My body dented the front end of the ladies car and my head did still hit the windshield and shattered that, but I somehow didn’t break a bone. Scratches and bruises, and a bit of whiplash luckily. That was almost 20 years ago now.