In Paris, we were crossing a road with no crosswalk, (bad idea, I know.) next thing you know, some guy drives up in a BMW, almost hits may dad, but instead he falls back on my leg, and he's a loving heavyset, and lands on my scrawny leg. I loving sprained it, but the guy in the car came out and asked me if i was ok, and saw if i could move it.
Long story short, I sprained my leg because a british guy almost ran my dad over.