Everything Important Is OK

There isn’t anything else quite like it, the instant that you know – I’m going to have a car accident.

I was by myself, driving south on Airport Blvd, in the rain, in the left lane.

In the next instant, there was a car directly in front of me.

He came from no where, no blinker, no transition to my lane, no warning.

I was going full speed.

He was braking.

There was no where else to go.

I braked.

Hard.

It wasn’t hard enough.

I hit his car.

He pulled away some.

Then he braked again.

I hit him again.

I was on his bumper, pushing him forward, when we both finally came to a stop.

Then I saw what he wanted.

He had cut over and stopped fast so he could turn left.

He turned left and sped off.

#$% $#$%#$%#$%@#$@#$@@. You don’t #$%#%$% do that #%$%. A #$@ #$@# left turn? Really? That was so @#$ #$% important?

I’m pretty sure he wasn’t a Dad. Moms and Dads don’t do that $#%#. They know what is important and it isn’t a @#$  %$## left turn. (This might not be true, but I like to think it anyway.)

My car was mostly OK. I got to where I was going. I know what is important. Everything important is OK too.