Hit and run…

wtf friday…

It’s taken me an entire week to find the words (alternatives to a string of curse words of course) to share my last Friday evening events. The day was going well, I spent time with great people, and all was right with the world.

When I was ready to leave my destination and head home it was raining. It was late (11:30pm) and only getting later, so I proceeded to leave, careful not to speed with the roads being wet (I wasn’t even going 60mph). I saw a vehicle rolling up on me, and I was thinking he was one of those people going to show me I was driving too slowly.

You know how some drivers are insane, and want to get right up on your back and then let up. Well I was in the far left lane and really had no where to go. I watched his headlights getting close then start to coast towards my right.

I knew in that instance that he his left headlight wasn’t going to clear my right tail light. He slammed into me and I was swerving and trying to regain control when I felt the second crash on my right passenger side. The dude in the SUV quickly recovered and picked up speed while I sauntered off between the wall and the left lane.

I kept repeating to myself while trying to remember where my windshield wipers switch was located, “no, please don’t keep going,”  “are you serious,” and “do people still do this”….

I couldn’t believe that it was now 12am, and I was sitting on the side of a busy highway, victim of a hit and run. I thought immediately how the loser didn’t know or care if I was dead or alive.

I shared with my friends, that I was so glad that I wasn’t texting or busy checking Facebook that night. There is no way I would have regained control had I been. I was actually being a responsible driver, which I am not always.

I was able to see and prepare for the situation that was about to occur, and handle it accordingly. I believe in karma, also known as reaping what you sow according to Christians. While I pray he isn’t killed during the reap, I have to wonder what I sowed….