Sure, I’ve fantasized about it.
There I am, driving down a darkly-lit mountain road, and as I come around the twisting corner I notice a car halfway off the embankment, having crashed through the guardrail. I quickly pull over, jump out of my car and run to you where I risk life and limb to reach out and pull you back from the chasm that would have claimed your life. I rescue you, you embrace me, and the news reports it as so.
Sadly, though — if it really happened I probably wouldn’t save you if your car was hanging off an embankment.