Yesterday, I was out with my Belle Mere (Mother in law.) We came home very late. Right before I turned onto the street where we live, a car pulled out of the intersection coming towards my Belle mere's side of the car. Quickly I swerved but the Mercedes ramped, BOOMED, into the side of my pristine, ten year old, very little, white car with blue
velvet jean upholstery! My Belle Mere and I both screamed in fear-harmony.
Those mere seconds seemed like slow motion, we were okay?!?
I pulled over and my Belle Mere and I got out of the car to see the damage.
The man driving the Mercedes came running to see if we were okay.
The three of us stood dumbfounded as we looked at my car... barely scratched.
I asked if his car was damaged, he said not at all. We thought out loud, "How can that be?"
Do you believe in angels?
Thank you for each and every single generous word of kindness you gave to me yesterday. I am speechless, and for me that is quite unusual. I hesitated sharing my news, I was worried that it might sound presumptuous... Have you ever not wanted to share something because it is something dear to you and you are afraid if you share it something bad might happen to it?
I know it is why French husband prefers his old clothes and waits forever to wear his new clothes. He wants them to stay pristine in the closet rather than risk wrinkles and stains. When I see French husband purposefully not wearing his new things, I remind him of my brother Mathew's tactic. As kids, my brother Mathew use to step on our new shoes scuffing them, then would say, "There you go, now you can wear them without worrying you will ruin them!"
Thank you for hearing my news and giving me a big pat on the back. For jumping up and down with me. I feel like I am in front of the class holding the A plus paper for once....it feels so good.