Total Care

So I totalled my car on Wednesday. Actually, my dad had taken mine out of commission to fix it and sell it, so it was my brother's car that was totalled. Yeah, don't I feel like such a douche. (That's a yes there.) Anyway, though, everybody's fine. The other guy had been drinking, but the accident was my fault. I misread a traffic light while lost in Noblesville. He apparenly had cuts on his face, and my friend, Kendall, had cuts on her chin and left wrist, armpit, and chest, along with the usual bruises. I was lucky to walk away (or rather, hobble) with a sprained right foot and left ankle and an unhappy-but-fine left knee, along with some burns from the airbag and the usual bruises left by a seatbelt. We were lucky because the other guy hit us far enough toward the front (hard) that kendall was able to get away with just cuts and bruises. Also, I wouldn't have trusted the airbags in my car; my dad was surprised these ones worked because they hadn't been recharged. We had barely any burns, and I went back to work on Friday. I was really lucky not only to not have any broken bones (which could have ended my Army career before it started) or seatbelt harness bruises, but I was blessed in that my feet, and not my arms or wrists, were sprained. That meant I could carry furniture, risers, etc. at work even while gimping. At least I could pick things up. And everybody at work, including my boss, was really considerate and flexible with my slow and tentative gait. I found out that Cody might be able to break even on a new (used) car, and I didn't get a ticket, which saves me from more paperwork and "were-you-really-this-careless" looks in the Army. I was able to pay the wrecker bill on Thursday,and the car was hauled to my house for free (or the cost of a AAA gold membership -- thanks, Dad) on Friday. I wasn't able to see Chuck Howell get married, but I'll get to see the new couple at my going away party in August. Through all of this, God has been faithful, more than I had ever expected or could ever ask for. My pain has been minimal, more like the occasional ache, and my recovery has been short, though I still limp a bit now. Anyway, in case any of you have noticed that hunk of white metal in my driveway, that's the story behind it.

(I didn't spell check, so I apologize for the lack of proofreading.)