I have been driving since I was seventeen. I really had no desire to drive before then. My Sonny would drive me to school, though I did have to ride the bus back home. As a senior, he left early which left me with the bus. I think some days he wished he could take me home too, especially those days he heard I had been messed with by the guys on the bus. :) Always the protector. Love him!
But my Sonny is the point of this story. Two days ago, while backing to leave the vets office, I backed straight into a UPS truck. Clearly I was distracted. I have not had an accident since I was seventeen and it wasn't MY fault. This is the first accident I've had that was my fault. I can't remember if I even looked in the rear view mirror. This is really unlike me, especially in parking lots full of older people and animals. I am usually so careful. John usually looks behind me too, but he didn't do his usual either.
I was lucky in one way. I was backing, so I was not going very fast. I was unlucky in the fact I was driving John's car. Forgiveness has been given, but I feel horrible about the whole thing. John's back light (driver's side) was busted and his bumper has a nice gouge. He is scheduled to take his car on Tuesday for repairs. I am hoping we get it back on Tuesday. Our lives are too hectic to be down a car.
So ends the era of my perfect driving. I'm mourning the loss and the confidence.
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