The worst thing that happened to me so far is too depressing to even talk about leel.
I'll go for a lighter one. When I was 5 or so, I was chased but a massive dog that was bigger than me, and I was headed straight for a highway. Fortunately I fell into a gutter before I even got there, otherwise I would've gotten hit by a car.
My phobia of dogs was so great back then, I remember thinking I'd rather get hit by a car than have the dog close to me.
But while I was stuck in that gutter, the dog never left and kept barking to draw other people's attention. She also kept looking down, almost as if checking I was still in there.
Eventually she found people and led them to where I was. After that incident she always just watched me from afar and didn't approach me, until I gathered my courage and came closer to her myself, to pat her as a thank you.
I have loved dogs ever since.