Not to be morbid or overly morose, but I think the horrible stories are what make are chosen field more real, truthful and bittersweet. And since I'm working the next three days I may need to vent. I'll start it off. This one didn't happen to me as a physician, but to a kid in my neighborhood growing up. In short, nice kid, honor student, great family.... Parents bought him a go gart for Xmas. They fire it up on Xmas morning and all the kids in the neighborhood have a go, including me ( I grew up somewhere warm). The kid runs a stop sign and gets run over by a car, and everyone in the neighborhood witnesses it, kids included. Kid died instantly.