Last Saturday morning is a bit of a blur. It was raining heavily. I had to get up and take my daughter to netball after only having four hours sleep the night before. After the match we were headed home via the grocery shopping.
I was driving. I was tired. It was raining. I got distracted for a second. I ran into the back of a car at about 40km/hour. My first thought was, there is no damage, it’s only a small bump. I got out of the car and to my surprise I had done a lot of damage to his car and mine. I didn’t even think to check on my children.
As he approached me, I instantly started to apologise. He was very nice about it all. Told me not to worry and to check on my kids. Check on my kids! Why hadn’t I done that? My daughter got out of the car and I asked her if she was ok. She was shaken but said she was fine. I then looked at my son in the back seat. He was pale and said in a weak voice that his chest hurt. I asked him to show me where and then my instincts kicked in. I had to get him to a hospital. This was serious.
The guy I ran into asked if we were ok and I told him my son was hurt. He told me to stay with him and he called the ambulance and police. The ambulance was there within 3 minutes and put my son into the back of their truck. I was then separated from him as the police wanted to ask me questions. They also breathalysed me. I thought to myself, if this had of been a year ago when I was ‘out on the piss’ all night, I would have been a goner. Instead, the night before I had gone out, late, but sober.
After the police were done, I returned to my son who was looking better. We discussed what was wrong and it was decided I would take him home and keep an eye on him. He was most likely in shock with a bit of whiplash.
The true heroes of this are my daughter and the man I hit. My 10 year old daughter managed to stay calm, reassure me and stay with my son the whole time, while I was busy trying to sort everything out. The guy I hit was really understanding, helpful and kind. He emailed me later that day and referred to the accident as ‘the mishap’ and was just glad my kids were ok.
I still don’t know what is to become of my car as it is now in the hands of the repairer and the insurance company. What I do know is that I am very grateful that a horrible, yucky situation turned out ok.
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