London Gatwick-Geneva, 27 April 1974, Piper Aztec. My second month as a newly fledged commercial pilot, heavily iced up with a full load of pax aboard, everything firewalled, still going down and unable to communicate with Geneva. Well, fortune smiled upon me that day, but I'm still convinced that it's the closest I've been to becoming a "Statistic" and I hadn't even really got started! (850 hours.)
"All good character building stuff" they said "COMMAND EXPERIENCE. It'll stand you in good stead." Personally, I still think I'd have learned more in the right hand seat of an F27, as I subsequently did. However, if I won the Lottery, I'd love to buy a nice old Aztec, but I wouldn't fly it in serious icing conditions!!