I imagined my 11/11/11 day a lot differently than it panned out. In fact my expectation were unusually low. At first pass of 11:11 on 11/11/11 I barely looked up long enough to notice, not even as much as a screen shot of this once in a lifetime time stamp. If you have been reading my blog for a while then you know about my previous encounters What’s So Important About 11:11.
I have a thing about 11:11 and here it was 11/11/11 and I never stopped for a minute to reflect on the significance until the moment I was dialing my insurance company at 11:11 pm, moments after I had been in an auto accident. I couldn’t believe it.
Without getting into the details of the accident let’s just say I misjudged the space between my car and the other driver’s. Looking back I can see how shouting angrily at the other driver was not my best moment and certainly lacked grace. Fortunately I was going 4 mph and not 40 like the next night.
Yes, you read that correctly there was another accident within 24 hrs. I know, imagine my disbelief, better yet imagine starting off your conversation over coffee in the morning with your husband “uh honey, about the car” TWO MORNINGS IN A ROW.
The second accident is what I call a series of unfortunate events with me being the unfortunate fallout. Let’s just say it involved rain slick roads and an emergency vehicle running a red light, everyone was able to stop except me. By the time noticed everyone screeching I was already to close to stop, I tried my brakes immediately locked and I slid at least 15 feet. I knew I wasn’t going to come out of this one unscathed so I tried to go in between the cars and ended up grazing the back tire of the car to my right. My car took the brunt of it. I rolled my window down and told the guy I tried to stop and he was very understanding. We pulled over and looked at the cars. I think he felt so bad for me he refused to make me go through my insurance to fix his car, he actually suggested I claim I was a hit and run victim. I’m thinking to myself my karma is questionable at best this weekend, that is THE LAST thing I am going to do. I insisted I would DO THE RIGHT THING take care of his car and he said nope and drove off. There I was left standing with another repair and no one to claim it with. I’m trying universe I really am.
So now I sit here still in a bit of shock wondering how my car got so beat up in a matter of hours, to think I was so upset over a grocery cart dent a few month ago. I will tell you I was a little shaky driving on Sunday. My husband didn’t help when he yelled from the driveway “HEADS UP KIDS my wife is pulling out!” Its going to take a while to get my edge back. Driving on my son’s high school campus isn’t exactly therapeutic either. What’s going to happen when he starts driving next year?
I better think about trading in my car for tank, that or a bus pass.