You were very very lucky that day Daniel!
Well yes ... but not entirely.
You'll note that the right door of the airplane is hanging at an angle commensurate with it being broken open, and it was my body that did that breaking as my weight, along with the pilot's pretty well blew the door open breaking latch and hinge mountings. I'd been in a few car wrecks so knew after crawling out of this wreck, that the next morning I'd feel like I'd been tackled by an entire pro football team, and I did. However, that same next day I climbed into a helicopter to complete the journey into the Post River claims as was supposed to have happened in the airplane, later in the day of the crash. I slept the night rather well considering, but was quite uncomfortable on my right side, and the next day did reveal massive bruises all up and down that side ... but it gets better (read: worse)!
After getting unloaded at the Post River claims, and while hauling my gear up to the cabin, I started noticing that I couldn't take a full deep breath, and as it happened this problem worsened over the next several days to the point where I couldn't even roll over in my sleep without intense pain in my right chest. Broken ribs to be sure, most likely crushed in by my elbow as my arm, shoulder, hip, leg and ankle broke open the airplane's door.
So, there I was, all alone in extreme deep wilderness, having spent half a year making the arrangements to get me there so I could cruise the mountains field mapping the geology and sampling the mineralization, but I could hardly get a few hours' sleep, nor take anywhere near a deep breath, and to cough felt like dying while my right arm was mostly too sore to use and I was limping badly on my right leg/knee/ankle. Carrying a pack was definitely a painful challenge, even a light one, but I was there to collect samples that tended to be quite heavy due to the type of massive sulfide mineralization that needed sampling there in that exceedingly rugged country. All I could do was start low and slow and build up to it as best I could, such that by the scheduled time to fly back out after six weeks, I was hauling hundred-pound packs of samples down to the airstrip from my upper basin camp and cache and roaming the mountains at will.
So lucky, yes certainly, as is evidenced by my still being here, but I absolutely didn't get away scot-free, without paying some rather heavy dues!!!