winkgirl4's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When they knock you down... Have you ever heard the saying, "If I didn't have bad luck I'd have no luck at all?" God created that saying just for me. Oh, sure, someone, somewhere said it first but they only said it so that I could later have a motto. So, yesterday I got hit by a car. Yeah. Really. I had just stepped off of the curb and was walking across a vacant parking space to get to my car (which was sitting adjacent to it) when- out of nowhere- I feel something plow into me. I didn't look to see what it was. Come to think of it, I don't think I could, really. I was too busy doing that whole "I'm falling in slow motion-thing." I was being pushed- face first- back over the curb from which I had just stepped. Then, I noticed that I was scraping against the concrete and was watching my wooden box-purse slamming onto the ground. The first, clear thought I remember having at that point was, "Oh no. My purse." Heh. (Yeah, me and my priorities.) A man, only slightly older than me, gets out of his car and rushes over to me and keeps asking if I'm alright. And, to my surprise, I am. Yeah, I've got a couple of scrapes on me but I seemed to have been standing with no problem. There wasn't a ton of blood gushing from any major part of my body. I couldn't feel any pain, signaling an extreme injury. I looked at my purse and, astonishingly enough, it wasn't broken. Yeah, I was alright. Shocked. Embarassed. A little ouside of my self. (Did I mentioned shocked?) But, yeah, I was alright. I kept hearing him talking, saying things like, "sorry," and "didn't see you," and "are you sure you're alright," but I was lost in this whirlwind. "Yeah, yeah, I'm alright. I'm okay. It's okay. I'm okay. Yeah. Uh. Okay. Uh. Yeah. Okay. No, I'm alright..." And I get in my car and I drive back to work. When I finally got back to my office, I took the time to lift my skirt and see the blood on my knees and the runs in my tights and, finally, I felt the stinging sensation set in. Okay, don't say it. Please, don't say it. Absolutely everyone that I've talked to since it happened wants to know why I didn't call the police. The truth is, I don't honestly know. I mean, I didn't need an ambulance. I only had a few minor scrapes on me. Nothing seemed to be broken. I was just embarrassed and shocked. I didn't even think about calling the police. I know. I know. I could sue. I should sue I could have gotten some money out of this. And I guess that's true. And maybe I'll feel different about it later but this aching feeling that I'm feeling now, like I... well, like I just got hit by a car, will be gone before I get back to work on Monday andI just couldn't see dragging someone into court over it. Hm. It's weird. I just can't believe it. I was hit by a car. But you know, if that saying were true, I would be in so much worse shape, right now. I could seriously have been hurt... or even killed. Instead, I'm achy and my cuts and bruises hurt, but I really am alrightt. So, maybe I have some good luck after all. But, wouldn't you know that THIS is how it would exhibit itself? 3:52 p.m. - October 16, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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