I had one of those "woo-hoo" occasions, too. About 25 years ago I lived in California and had 2 mares. My XH and I went for a trail ride. My horse took off on me and I couldn't stop her. I tried pulling one rein and it broke, so I pulled the other rein and it broke, too. I knew I was coming off the horse (at over 40 mph), so I jumped free, tucked my head in, rolled, and hoped for the best. The guy who saw this said he counted at least 20 somersaults. My jaw was dislocated: I couldn't speak clearly or get my upper teeth anywhere near the lower jaw. We were an hour from our car on a Sunday afternoon.
Back then I was being treated by a cranial osteopath for my TMJ. I called his office when we finally got home, about 2 hours later. I knew his office wasn't open on Sunday evenings, but I thought I would leave a message. The doctor answered his office phone. He said he was at his son's birthday party when he heard me scream and he knew I needed him. He wrapped up at the b'day party and went into his office to wait for my call. He realigned my jaw that night.
We didn't find out about the fractured skull until I had X-rays a week later.
I am an engineer and I believe there is a logical, scientific explanation for all "unexplained phenomenon." String theory may explain this eventually. I suspect the doctor and I were on the same frequency because he had worked on me (hands on my head) for an hour a week for at least a year. That's the only explanation I have.
I still get chicken skin when I remember how
surprised shocked stunned I was when he answered his office phone.