Hit Me

“Hit Me”

Apr10-2Recently I had two visions.  With both of them, I thought nothing of it and contributed them to either gas, hunger, or boredom.  For weeks we had been trying to get tickets to a sold-out event.  One ticket would come available, but not two together.  While at work, this feeling came over me that said ‘the tickets are yours’.  Twenty minutes later I received a call saying two tickets were now available.  Coincidence? Maybe.

The other feeling told me that I was going to be in a car accident over the weekend.  I had a trip to Indianapolis planned.  I knew I wouldn’t cancel my trip, so I just drove extra carefully there.  I didn’t use my cell phone.  When it started to rain, I kept both hands on the steering wheel and slowed down.  It was a relief to make it safely to Indy.  On Sunday morning it was raining really hard as we drove to church and I thought maybe the accident would happen then.  It didn’t.

So, I started my trek back to Louisville.  The rain had stopped.  Traffic was fine.  As I drove through Jeffersonville I thought about how my mind was probably just playing tricks on me.  I was thankful to see the Louisville skyline and thinking about what I needed from the grocery – and then it happened!

I was in the left most lane on 1-65 in Jeffersonville and a white truck swerves into my lane.  As the truck hit my suv, I honk my horn and keep both hands on the steering wheel so that I avoid the cement divider immediately to my left.  I can remember upon impact thinking “this is the accident you were thinking about”.  I slowed down on the left side of the expressway waiting for the white truck to also pull over.

But he didn’t!  I watched him drive off.  So now I had two options. 1 – stop and call 911.  2- follow the jerk and get his license.  Anyone that knows me, knows that I pulled off to catch him!

As I am crossing the bridge into Louisville my entire bumper flies off my suv.  Cars begin honking.  I keep going because I am almost at a point where I can read the license plate.  A BMW pulls up next to me and rolls down his window. I was hoping he’d give me the license plate number.  Instead he says “did you know your bumper is back there?”  Gee, I wondered what that big piece of metal the same color of my car was flying through the air!  I’m pissed that he’s slowing me down and keep driving without saying a thing.

Long story shorter, I did get the license plate number and gave it to the 911 operator.  The tag registered to red car so they don’t know if the plates were stolen.  So, it’s classified as a hit-and-run accident and all the damages are on me.  While I could complain about having to pay the damages, you will not hear one single complaint from me.

As I arrived home, I looked at the courier-journal online.  They wrote about four accidents that weekend with fatalities.  Yeah Lexie (my car) has some cosmetic damage that needs to be fixed.  Yes, I have to pay the deductible.  But guess what?  I was able to walk away from the accident.  I was able to drive my car home.  I was able to sleep peacefully that night.  The other driver will have to live with the guilt of not being man enough to stop.  But I’m gonna keep on, keeping on…..
(but if anyone sees a Carolina blue bumper with a UNC license plate on the front, will you please take off the plate and return it to me!?)

M.Y. April 2010

Just One

Just one

Dec09-3Recently I had to take my car to the dealership for the 60k mile service.  In return I was given a loaner. Boy, this car was sharp – the new Lexus ES350.  It had the touch start, automatic windshield wipers and head lights and pretty much everything you could ask for.  I was driving in style.

Since I got the car Saturday, I was able to keep it through Monday morning.  It was luxury at best.  Nobody could tell me anything as I drove my new Lex down I-71 for a planned trip to Cincinnati.  I was sad to let her go, but glad to be reunited again with my SUV.

The day after returning the car, I flew to North Carolina to spend time with my aunts.  The first thing I did as I arrived was pick up my rental car. Since it was just me traveling and I wouldn’t be going far, I asked for the cheapest thing – an economy car.  They pulled up a cute blue Hyundai Accent Hatchback.

I turned the key in the ignition and was on my way.  After a short distance I noticed my mirrors weren’t adjusted.  I looked for the button to change them.  There wasn’t one.  There was a manual handle instead by each mirror.  I could reach the left one, but the right one was too far away.  I continued to look around and saw that everything was manuals.  The locks were manual.  The windows were manual.  Everything.

It was odd going from one extreme to the other in less than 24 hours.  But, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that this happens to people all the time.  Sometimes we feel like we are on the top of the world and all it takes is one incident, one misstep, one unfortunate event to take it all away.  The recession, for example, has caused many people to be laid off and rethinking their priorities.  One drink has caused some to lose their jobs.  Just one car crash can cause all of your hidden secrets to come out of the closet.  Just one.

But with that, you also need to appreciate what you still have.  I may not have driven in luxury for those two days in NC, but I had a reliable source of transportation.  It was a great size for me.  The mileage was amazing and it only cost $2.30 to fill her back up.  So, while it’s great to have luxuries in life (there is nothing wrong with being proud of them), also realize that when that one thing has happened to take you down a level, that there are still many blessings around you.

Merry Christmas!

M.Y.  December 2009