I've been in several wrecks that I shouldn't have survived the last being a motorcycle wreck on the interstate. I don't know exactly what happened other than I hit the guardrail at 70 mph. 20 minutes before and it would have been at 90mph. I know I was manic when I was riding.
I stopped an airborne Buick with an S10 a while back. There was nothing left of the driver's side all the way back to the bed, but I managed to get out of the passenger side with the thing leaking fuel and anything else it could. I spit glad for three weeks or more.
I'm telling you that to tell you this:
Crap like this happens. We can't plan it and shouldn't try to plan for it. Be grateful you are not forever mangled in that truck, my friend. You are alive to be upset, and rightfully so. I grateful you're here to complain about it