I talked to my grandfather one day, when he had had a few drinks. He's a skydiver and told me how wonderful it feels to descend with a parachute. On his 12th jump he almost got killed. There was a mistake when he lept out of the plane, so I think he hit the wing of the plane? So he fell uncunciously. Anyhow eventually he pulled out his chute and landed on a railway, twisting his ankle. He had to walk 1,5 km with a twisted ankle. Luckily he had his rifle with him so he made a stilt out of it:)
He also said that when he was in a coma, he saw God and Death. They were talking about how it was too early for my grandfather to leave our world. Death didn't want him yet. So he woke up. And the doctors told him he would have to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. But guess what, he's walking! He can run too, if the need arises:)