I was running for my train. After entering in the station airlock, for a reason i still can’t explain, i turned right instead of continuing straight ahead and BAM, i hit a glass with my face. Now i have a little scar, fortunately hidden behind my eyebrow.
When I was in middle school, on an organized camping trip to a lake where we would work on our canoeing skills, another kid and I started to horseplay. We were struggling over who could take a specific canoe paddle. My opponent held the handle, and I the blade. We each tried using the paddle to shove at the other & cause them to lose control, thereby securing the paddle for our own exclusive use.
Nevermind that there were a dozen other equally good paddles laying around unclaimed, we had to fight over that specific paddle.
I wound up losing my grip right as my opponent shoved. The blade hit me square on the bridge of my nose. I bled like crazy.
It wasn’t until several years afterwards that I realized how perilously close I had come to losing one or both eyes.