Out of all the events that have happened in my life, I'd say the two worst moments, or "scariest" moments would be as follows. (In this order)
1. Father Almost Dying: My Father is a very strong willed individual, but I'm not stupid enough to think he'll live forever. However I'm pretty sure noone is prepared for when the day comes that you do lose your Parents. That Day almost happened for me in June of 2002.
I was with who later became my (now ex) fiancee, and we were walking around the town square, the mini park. I received a phone call from my Mother saying I needed to come to the hospital and she at the end of the conversation broke down crying. Now at this point in time my Father had already over came several heart-attacks and heart-surgeries. On top of that, I only got phone calls in the middle of the night (it was like 2a.m.) when it was deadly serious, so I knew instantly something was badly wrong.
I rushed to the hospital, and unlike all the previous times before then when I'd gone to see my Father in the hospital, this time I had a shakiness about me. When I got there, the very first person I was confronted by was a Doctor.. which did not make my nerves any calmer.
I was told that as of that moment, my Father's chances of surviving, were at 8%. EIGHT! I was informed that he was basically slipping in and out of a coma at that point, and they were going to try to stablize him a bit more then transfer him to Iowa City.
The ending to this, was my Father being in a coma-like state, (self-induced) for about roughly a month and a half. He ended up having another major heart-surgery, and pulled through. However that was without a doubt the worse moment in my life.
2. Miscarriage: Normally I'd say the second worst moment in my life was when I had my ankle ran over, and I had to have a pair of reconstructive surgeries to put me back together. However, I'm going to say the moment that hurt worse, that was more "scary" for me than anything under my Father.. would've been losing my unofficial first child.
My Wife & I found out she was pregnant on her Birthday. We found out because she wouldn't stop bleeding badly, for almost a week and a half. And it was on her birthday, that we also found out we would end up losing the unborn child, that we wanted more than anything, because "It just wasn't time yet."
Thats the excuse every Doctor gave us. "Its not you, its just a random thing." But regardless of how much anyone tells you that. Regardless of how much anyone tells you, that it isn't you.. it doesn't take away the pain and suffering of knowing the one thing you wanted more than anything, you finally got.. and lost.. all at once.