keeping in touch
I'm still searching for a job and I've had no money for the last few weeks. Today, I found my old textbooks and decided to sell them as well as a few games.
I was at a red light in a major intersection, two cars behind, reflecting while I waited for this long light. My thoughts began to drift--but not for long. I was taken out of my deep thought by the screeching of brakes. I looked in my mirror just in time to see a van slamming into the back of my car. I threw on the parking brake and skidded forward a few feet, barely missing the car in front of me.
The shock of impact didn't last long at all. This had to be the worst time in my life to have a wreck! Before I could do anything, a profound anger streamed through my body. I closed my eyes and focused, let it dissipate into a dull throbbing. I got out of the car and approached the old man who was shaking all over. He looked to be in his seventies at the very least and didn't speak too well. From what I could understand, he was apologizing in broken English, saying he didn't want trouble. Damn, I forget how intimidating my body language can be.
I looked down at my car and saw nothing more than a dent. However, the front of his van was cracked and the license plate had fallen off. As I spoke to him, I could see the fear in his eyes...not of me in particular, but of the repercussions of his reckless driving. Then, it hit me--this man has no insurance; perhaps not even a license. He stood, trembling still. I sighed and told him to go on his way before someone called the police. He thanked me profusely and drove off.
I hope he will learn from this experience and be more cautious in the future. I thought about this before my choice, of how he may do this again to someone else...it could be even worse if there is a next time. However, my gut told me he had learned a grave lesson today and was grateful.
I took a deep breath and continued to my destination. I didn't get much for my games, and I saved a few textbooks to trade for late with TSTC--once I see the president and have a few words with him. All in all, I received $34.00 and headed to the store for much needed groceries. I spent thirty on canned goods and supplies and it should last me for a little while--provided I only eat one meal a day. That's ok, though; I've been doing that for weeks now, and it sure as hell beats eating a can of beans with a glass of water for dinner.
I won't forget this day. I know others will disapprove of my actions, namely my father, but I stand by my actions and will handle the consequences as they appear.
The world has enough suffering as it is.
I was at a red light in a major intersection, two cars behind, reflecting while I waited for this long light. My thoughts began to drift--but not for long. I was taken out of my deep thought by the screeching of brakes. I looked in my mirror just in time to see a van slamming into the back of my car. I threw on the parking brake and skidded forward a few feet, barely missing the car in front of me.
The shock of impact didn't last long at all. This had to be the worst time in my life to have a wreck! Before I could do anything, a profound anger streamed through my body. I closed my eyes and focused, let it dissipate into a dull throbbing. I got out of the car and approached the old man who was shaking all over. He looked to be in his seventies at the very least and didn't speak too well. From what I could understand, he was apologizing in broken English, saying he didn't want trouble. Damn, I forget how intimidating my body language can be.
I looked down at my car and saw nothing more than a dent. However, the front of his van was cracked and the license plate had fallen off. As I spoke to him, I could see the fear in his eyes...not of me in particular, but of the repercussions of his reckless driving. Then, it hit me--this man has no insurance; perhaps not even a license. He stood, trembling still. I sighed and told him to go on his way before someone called the police. He thanked me profusely and drove off.
I hope he will learn from this experience and be more cautious in the future. I thought about this before my choice, of how he may do this again to someone else...it could be even worse if there is a next time. However, my gut told me he had learned a grave lesson today and was grateful.
I took a deep breath and continued to my destination. I didn't get much for my games, and I saved a few textbooks to trade for late with TSTC--once I see the president and have a few words with him. All in all, I received $34.00 and headed to the store for much needed groceries. I spent thirty on canned goods and supplies and it should last me for a little while--provided I only eat one meal a day. That's ok, though; I've been doing that for weeks now, and it sure as hell beats eating a can of beans with a glass of water for dinner.
I won't forget this day. I know others will disapprove of my actions, namely my father, but I stand by my actions and will handle the consequences as they appear.
The world has enough suffering as it is.