There is no such thing as a bad day, if you put your mind to it, there are only bad moments which you can easily forget and continue to have a great day.
Coming back from a meeting on the East side, decided to stop at the Mall to get a present for Grumpy; needless to say, the mall was packed, with hardly a parking space to be found.
I spied a car backing out of the space and waited patiently for it to come out and allow me to drive into the spot just left empty. Another car had left a space somewhere at the end of the same row and drove too fast into my lane. Before I could take a look at the driver, the license plates or anything to identify the car, it hit my rear bumper, taking the tail light with it, along with several other parts. I was stunned to say the least, as other people started to walk toward my truck and see what the damage was. No one had taken a photo, the plate number, the identity of the driver or anything helpful to the police or my insurance company. The driver never stopped. All I knew the car was a White Ford Taurus with a very big dent on the driver’s side.
After driving around the parking lot to see if I could spot the criminal who wrecked my truck, and not finding it, went home to lick my wounds.
The insurance claim was filed, the police report was mailed, the repair shop was contacted and had given me an enormous cost for the repairs. Nothing to do but wait for an opening so the truck could be repaired.
After a few days, I was getting a bit anxious for the repairs to be done, lest a police patrol would stop me and ask about the broken tail light, and give me a ticket for failure to repair the damage.
Carefully, I drove the truck with the broken tail light to the grocery store and found a few friends having coffee and sweets waiting for their lunch to be ready. One of them stopped me in the parking lot and asked about the broken tail light, which I was not happy to recall. He had parked his hay trailer way too close to my truck, so after saying our goodbyes, I proceeded to back out of the spot and drive home.
Of course, I neglected to see how very long the trailer was and I crushed into the tail, breaking the other tail light into little pieces and the other side of the back bumper.
By this time, I’m so distraught I was on the verge of tears but I still had to drive home, broken parts or not. Getting home, I was driving too fast, almost in tears, and overestimated the garage door opening, crushing my right fender on the frame.
I went around the truck to see the damage and the whole passenger side fender was off the hinges and dangling by a thread. Now all four sides of the truck were damaged.
You cannot have a bad day, only bad moments; however, my moment has lasted so long, I forgot when it started and still unable to forget it. Today, I’m grateful the truck is in one piece and take real good care of not traveling too fast, mind all the traffic signs and pray a lot.