Yesterday I was hit by a truck at 7:40 a.m. Ouch! My poor car and I were crunched by a sweet little Vietnamese man. He swims at the Fitness Center every morning and was just leaving to go home as I was arriving to deliver some hot cocoa to Dee and his swimmers. It was very chilly for an outdoor practice! "I not see! I not see! Oh! You are ok? I so sorry!" he cried as he came to my window. He told me he had been admiring the flowers across the street at the cemetery which was all decorated for Memorial Day. He started up from the stop sign without seeing me. "Twenty year I live here and no accident. This my first!" I felt so badly for him. I called Dee to come out and lend me a hand. I knew I was not badly hurt but I was shaken up. When the other driver saw Dee he laughed and said, "It YOUR fault! YOUR fault! You tell me get in and swim. If I had left then, no accident!" apparently Dee and Mr. Viet Nam were old pals! That's when I said, "Yes, it IS your fault! If you had let me just drive home from my early run to the airport (Britt left on vacation) and not begged me to bring you hot cocoa I would be home now (and NO accident!). I am blaming him!
Today I am sore and even limping! My right side feels like it got slammed by a Chevy S-10 pick-up. I will see my osteopath for a good adjustment and hopefully some therapeutic massage on Thursday, just after I drop off my poor Town and Country for her body work. I wish I could visit a body shop and come out all shiny and new too! (No wrinkles would be great!)
Yesterday also happened to e the 50th anniversary of the Viet Nam war. Strangely appropriate.