One of my biggest concerns about trying to blog every day is actually having something to say. Will I have something interesting that happens during each day, or will I have something on my mind that I want to write about? Well, today was not a day that I need to worry about that.
This morning, on my way to work, a pickup truck (or maybe it was a large SUV) ran a red light (they made have been sliding on ice and snow) and hit my car. I was not injured, but the front passenger-side wheel was damaged enough the it was no linger drivable. My questions about what happen with the other driver come from the fact that I did not get to talk to them afterwards, because they drove off.
I'm frustrated that I don't have my car and I must drive a rental for a while, but honestly the one I got has leather seats and is pretty nice, so it isn't too big of a deal. I've never really been one to care a lot about what particular car I drive (not since I was a teenager, anyway). What frustrates me the most is the hit-and-run. It is such a cowardly thing to do. I mean, forget placing blame for the accident (the roads were a bit slick, after all), they didn't even stick around to see if I was okay. I just can't imagine what goes through someone's head at a time like that to think, "I better get out of hear." No concern for the other person whose life they just quite literally came into contact with. They were obviously so concerned with whatever the perceived consequences to themself would be, whether they might be legal or financial or even real, that they let that override their possible concern for another person's well-being.
I am thankful that I was not hurt, and I am grateful that I have never been faced with a situation where I have reacted in the manner that the person who hit me did. If I can pull something positive out of the situation, it will serve as a reminder to do my best to always put the needs of others ahead of my own worries.
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