Today, for over the hundredth time in the past seven years that I have been making my particular commute to (or from) work, I passed another harsh fender bender.
It was a rear-ender, probably happened at 25mph, and there did not appear to be any injuries - the people involved were standing around talking to the police and filling out accident reports, there were towtrucks and police cruisers, but no ambulances.
As I passed the accident scene, the usual wave of relief washed over me. No, not the relief of seeing no one was injured (though I was glad to see no one appeared to be hurt), it was the wave of relief that comes from not being part of the accident.
See, I've been in a number of accidents. Hell, I've been hit by two different drunk drivers (one head-on collision caused when a drunk women veered into my lane, one a rear-ender caused by a drunk man failing to stop for the red light I was stopped in front of), and a number of sober drivers.
But, so far, I've been lucky. Very, very lucky. None of the accidents I've been subjected to (I've never caused an accident - I've always been the target it seems) have resulted in a serious injury.
So, selfish as it may seem to some, every time I pass an accident, I feel a sense of relief that I wasn't involved. I do also hope that whoever is involved is alright, and that the accident won't screw up their lives too much - but primarily I'm just happy it wasn't me.
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