So I was hit by a car on the highway today. My new little car was gouged on the site by an old Toyota driven by a man heading home after a long shift. He didn't even see me, just plowed into my side, sceaping both doors and the body with his mirror.
Yes, it looks terrible, and yes,I am freaked, but mostly I am so happy it wasn't worse. I am fine and the car is drive-able. Even better, he seemed like a really homest guy who didn't hesitate to pull out his license, registration and name of insurance company.
Funny, how a trauma can lead to happiness, isn't it? As bummed as I am about the car, it reminds me how much worse things could be..and how much I have to be thankful for in my life.