epilogue
Jan 31, 2011... The matter was resolved in a civilized manner, thanks to my tito.
Since it was my first time, I was totally clueless about what was supposed to happen. And after the agreement, I was so confused as to what just happened.
My mom told me to let my tito handle things, seeing as I was already pressured and confused.
Thank God for my tito. Thank God that he talks very well.
During the time, no one was found guilty, or so I think. The fee was split in half so that we could get our licenses, be on our way, and not return to that blasted place. In terms of the repairs, insurance will take care of those.
Thank God that the matter was (sorta*) resolved.
*because I am still not 100% sure as to what and how it happened. but I am thankful, nonetheless.
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People are asking if I'm okay. Yes, I'm okay, but only physically. I'm traumatized. The accident still haunts me. What haunts me the most is the though of what could've happened if I hadn't stopped... someone could've gotten hurt, or worse; and that someone would've probably been my sister. For some reason, those thoughts drains me, making me easily tired.
Things will never be the same again.
In spite of this, I'm so thankful that God has been with me all throughout this ordeal.
Since it was my first time, I was totally clueless about what was supposed to happen. And after the agreement, I was so confused as to what just happened.
My mom told me to let my tito handle things, seeing as I was already pressured and confused.
Thank God for my tito. Thank God that he talks very well.
During the time, no one was found guilty, or so I think. The fee was split in half so that we could get our licenses, be on our way, and not return to that blasted place. In terms of the repairs, insurance will take care of those.
Thank God that the matter was (sorta*) resolved.
*because I am still not 100% sure as to what and how it happened. but I am thankful, nonetheless.
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People are asking if I'm okay. Yes, I'm okay, but only physically. I'm traumatized. The accident still haunts me. What haunts me the most is the though of what could've happened if I hadn't stopped... someone could've gotten hurt, or worse; and that someone would've probably been my sister. For some reason, those thoughts drains me, making me easily tired.
Things will never be the same again.
In spite of this, I'm so thankful that God has been with me all throughout this ordeal.