Best and worst are tied together. Worst moment, my dad worked in the coal mine, and had actually got hurt pretty bad, ruptured 3 disc in his back. He went back to work, and there was a rock fall inside the mine, and 3 men were killed. The company called our house, and I answered the phone. I remember giving it to my mom, and her dropping it screaming and crying. We sit there for hours, family and friends had came over, it was surreal the thought of my dad being dead. In the middle of everything, later that night, my dad walked in the door. We just all grabbed him hugging and crying. What was the worst feeling ever, was suddenly an overwhelming joy. What had happened, he was put on light duty, and the man running his machine got killed. The office people were informed which jobs had the fatalities, and didn't know my dad had been doing something else, so they called to inform us. Still remember the emotions of both those moments.