Just for that I will not be telling you about the time I took 277 volts across the chest while standing on a cherry picker 40 feet up in a South Carolina factory.
And I will not mention the time I was broadsided by a car while riding a scooter and flew to the center of the busy intersection, having felt nothing, and sat up with just a couple of scratches. Onlookers in all four lanes were traumatized, however, because my artificial leg had been snapped in half and the severed lower extremity had flown to a gutter across the street before their very eyes.