Amazing! In this picture our car looks absolutely normal. It wasn't. I was stopped at a red light, third in line, in fact. I saw a van zooming up behind me and assumed he was going to veer into the empty right lane. He didn't. Full speed, full on, into me. I then slammed into the SUV in front of me and the SUV into the car in front of him. Wild. Our little Mini is quite well built, no? Regardless, I was a complete mess. Couldn't see to dial my phone. Luckily, calling my husband is a button away. Then I saw my glasses lying on the seat. They had been thrown off my head! After a while, I realize that the accident-causer is telling everyone that is boss will pay for everything and not to call the police. What? No one called the police? I can't feel my knee! I quickly called the police and they instructed me to roll up my windows and remain in the car. Soon the police arrived and gorgeous firemen surrounded on my vehicle with axes. Wait, no! I can get out. Meanwhile, David is racing from work in a cab, accompanied by our good friend (who would not take no for an answer - thank God! We couldn't have done it all without her). When they arrived, I started sobbing anew. My knees hurt, my neck hurt, my back hurt. We ladies rode down the street to the hospital in the ambulance and David got the car towed to the dealership. Mini has roadside assistance. Towing is free. Seriously. He also rented a car. My accident was "conveniently" adjacent to was a rental agency. I got a clean bill of health from the hospital - bangs, bruises, aches but nothing broken. We cabbed home and rested. Meanwhile, David went to retrieve James at school.
We are incredibly lucky. I am fine. I hurt, but I walked away from the accident. AND it happened after dropping James at school. So? Bring it on big man. You obviously think we can handle all this. . . and this is how we're "handling" it. It's in your hands. We will continue to plod along, and try to do the best we can and do what we believe is right. But that is all we can physically do. The rest is in your court. Guide us. Direct us. Point us in the right direction. We accept our fate. And why do I believe this potentially ridiculous-sounding bit of blind-faith? Well, this morning, James came out of Occupational Therapy and tried to climb in the front seat of the car. Our little car only has two doors but the rental is a sedan. "No James," I told him, "You get in through the back door." So what did James do? He got out, opened the back door, and climbed in. In his life, James has never opened a door that couldn't be pushed or pulled. The act of holding the handle, lifting up and pulling out is a three step operation. Previously, two-step "activity" was his limit. I am so happy it is the weekend. This is one for celebration!
