My new car has it's first dent. Wish I could remember when my body got it's first dent:) Too many "wrecks" now to count!
Finally made it home and stated remembering the chain of events beginning with pulling out of my driveway. We are on a state highway with the speed limit marked as 75. Would love to give a tongue lashing to whoever made that decision! Normally I pull out first chance I get on to the shoulder. Today I waited a bit longer on some cars in the distance. That probably save my life. Those extra seconds I waited pulling out of my driveway kept me from a head on collision with the "running a red light guy"......I was no longer mad. I was grateful to be here. Glad my brakes were new, glad no other cars were hit, glad I was the only one in the car, glad the offender had insurance, super glad it ended up being a only fender bender, glad I know a great place to fix my car......
Mad then glad, then grateful and humble.
Perspective is so important.
Fenders can be mended. Life can't be reclaimed.
Mad to grateful...probably should spend more time here:)