today, I picked up the girls I nanny from their junior high in Norman. They got in the car, we buckled up, we drove out the same way I have since October.
As we headed down Brooks, a woman didn’t look, didn’t see us and pulled out of a parking lot into my drivers side door. I could not have done a single thing to prevent it, but of course I can’t help but think I should have or could have. I hit another car as a result, but thankfully all people in each car were fine.
Also thankful that, having done this less than a month ago, I calmly collected insurance information, spoke with people, talked to the policeman, cleared out my car, called my parents and my kids parents and found a friend to come get me.
Unfortunately, my brand new car won’t turn on. The front wheels are out of alignment, my drivers side door won’t open. Unfortunately, my parents are frazzled, far away and scared again. Unfortunately, I have to deal with police reports, claim numbers, insurance claims and not having a car. Unfortunately, I feel helpless and anxious and confused again.
If you’re reading this, please leave your perspective. I seem to have trouble finding mine.
We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, ‘Blessed are they that mourn’-CSLewis