I thought today was just going to be a normal one. Instead, I got into a car accident on my way to work at 6:05am. I've been making this commute for years and have never been in an accident. I have driven in too many rush hours to count, and I have never been in an accident. Today, I rear ended the person in front of me in early morning rush hour traffic. It felt terrible. It all happened so fast. I tried to stop. I tried to not hit the car in front of me, but it was unavoidable. Fortunately, no one was seriously injured. That was blessing number one. The driver of the other vehicle and I got out of our cars to see if we were all okay. He was nice and told me that traffic is terrible on this road. He didn't make me feel like a piece of crap or a stupid driver. That was blessing number two. I called 911. The state patrol came to help us exchange information. The state patrol officer was to the point, but nice. That was blessing number three. I asked him if it was safe to drive my car. He said I'd hear some rubbing against my tire from the broken plastic. He recommended that I take the next exit and assess the damage further. I got a hold of my husband, who was home, and heard his phone. That was blessing number four. My husband was really kind, reassured me that I am a good driver, and that everything was going to be okay. That was blessing number five. While I waited for my husband to meet me and take a look at my car, I made several phone calls to my workplace, the insurance company, and to my doctor's office. The nurse called me back shortly. She said that the doctor wanted me to come in to be monitored. As many of you know, I am 27 weeks pregnant, so I was quite worried about the baby.
Let me say that all is well. I am counting my blessings today. I am too tired to list them all right now.
How about you? Story to be continued . . .