A night to forget, a night to remember

The man who just wrecked my vehicle says he is sorry. It is dark and not many cars are out there on the highway. Surely he apologizes; he knows he has made a mistake and will be going to jail shortly.

I try to make sense of the situation as I get out of the wrecked vehicle; I am trying to figure out the extent of the damages. I am not sure if I am injured but I feel no broken bones or blood cuts so decide to step out, I hear people asking if I am ok…..I am, I hope.

The man who just wrecked my car asks if I am ok and I respond that I am fine. I can’t feel angry for the man who could have killed me just seconds ago. I feel dumbfounded at being wrecked while waiting at a traffic light. I look at this man as he stumbles and moves to talk to me; I see fear in his eyes, confusion. Anger becomes manageable and once the police arrives I want justice to be done, I want justice to happen right away. It happens; he is handcuffed and taken inside a police vehicle. I feel sorry for what awaits this man, but again he could have killed me. I drive away from the scene in my wreck vehicle, I get to the hotel and try to fall asleep, sleep and forget all about it.