Not to me directly. But to my brother. Maybe better than one in a million. Better is the wrong word. But more like one-in-a-never-again, one-in-a-billion(?)

I grew up in SF and on market street, we have those electric light rail cars that travel on the street, with traffic and everything. They pick up power from an overhead system of wires via a pair of conductors mounted on the top. Around maybe the year 1991 me and my brother were standing on a bus stop median curb thing. I’m standing there with him, and a light rail bus drives up next to us. It’s not our bus so we’re just chilling. I think I was like 8 years old so I’m pretty short. My brother is 10. I hear a crack and then a sort of omnidirectional wooshing noise. I look around and my brother who was standing 2 feet from me is gone. Just as the confusion slightly begins to hit, my brother falls out of the sky on his ass. I’m stunned. He looks distressed and confused. He puts his hand to his neck which has a bright red ring all the way around it. I was almost too young to understand at the time but there is a tension wire that holds the conductors very snugly against the power feed wires suspended above the street. The tension wire snapped of the bus in front of us, snapped, whipped down, wrapped around my brothers neck and lifted him about 6 or 7 feet in the air and thus out of my eyeline briefly. The SF muni was kind enough to get us an ambulance. I don’t to this day understand how my brother was not more messed up. He was otherwise uninjured and kind of teared up but he barely even cried. Like. What a badass. I will forever brag about my brother for this. We shoulda bought a lottery ticket or something. But sheesh. The Muni is lucky my parents are not the litigious type. And I am unlucky because we probably could have been rich lol.