Dude, you survived a torn aorta? A literal broken heart? Daaaaang.
I fell off a cliff in Yosemite during a backpacking trip when I was 13. I thought I knew how to free solo on a dry waterfall, being a 13-year-old invincible smartass.
No. Gravity and granite pwned me.
I fell 30 feet, bouncing off a couple of ledges in the process. I landed on the last ledge over the huge pool below the waterfall, and started to slide sloooowly. I had just enough consciousness left to try to crawl back up the ledge, but all I did was peel the nails and skin back off my fingertips. Fortunately a backpacker (who also happened to be a motorcyclist, and later came to visit on hos Goldwing) heard the sound of my impact, ran over, and dragged me up the ledge. Someone else ran out down the trail and fetched a helicopter, which picked me up after 6-7 hours of howling in mind-bending pain. So much blood poured out of my head and face that it dried and stuck me to the rock.
Got some internal injuries, hacked up my face real good, and shattered my last lumbar vertebra into a whole lot of pieces. The fellow campers on the backpacking trip (a church trip, btw) said they had never heard such vehement and creative profanity pour from the mouth of a 13-year-old girl.
Eh, several months in a body cast later, I was relatively okay...just had to re-strengthen all my atrophied muscles. I got REALLY well read with all that downtime, man, and learned to hate TV forever. My back tells me when storms are comin' now.