First of all, you're lucky if no one got killed. I heard those kind of collisions with deer can easily be fatal.
The stories I have where everyone was flipped and a mess while I remained detached and calm
are sad, and not anything to laugh at. The worst time I remember had 3 different crises happen back to back:
1. after my father died in 2001 I had already worked on closure for the previous 6-10 years, so I was at peace. And I was the one who stayed at the nursing home for him to finish dying, while the rest of the family was all over the place. I even got blamed and slapped for some conflict between my siblings over who would be or wouldn't be at the service.
2. while the mourning services were still going, then 9/11 hit that year, and all the students/teachers/parents at the school where I was teaching were freaking out. I was already numb, in a higher meditative state because of my dad, so I didn't react or feel any of this directly.
3. Then on top of that, on October 1, the founder and head of the school suddenly passed away, leaving everyone grieving and panicking.
I already has this other grief going on which I was putting on hold to process it on a higher level.
And when the head of the school died, I suddenly had to take over and figure out what all the teachers and students were supposed to be doing. These were all special needs or gifted students, and we did not know each other. So I spent 3 months just trying to get all these panicked grieved students and parents through finals.
I did not have time to grieve and I knew it.
I put that on hold, did nothing but work and teach and fill in gaps to keep the school program going when none of us knew who was doing what. And waited until after finals were done, to collapse crash and burn.
I knew I would be a mess, but I was totally dysfunctional, could not get off the floor.
So it cost me to be able to put all that grief and stress on hold.
Couldn't turn it off, just postpone it until after finals, when I could take time to grieve and freak out after
all the students were done for the semester.
During the mourning, I had parents screaming to me over the phone, panicking and crying where there was nothing I could say to help them because only the head of the school knew what they needed and we didn't. They needed me to be strong, and say all the right things, so I had to play that part for 3 months just to keep going.
I couldn't afford to cry except maybe 3 days here and there, because there was too much work to do.
I waited till after and then let it all out. What a mess. 3 grief processes crammed within the same period of time.