my painful realization
I woke up quite early for my typical Sunday this morning, so I decided to make the most of it and get some breakfast downtown and read a bit. Just relax, get a good book, and chill to start a lazy day. I grabbed my bagel and coffee (which is a necessary thing in the morning for me now…) and hopped on my bike. I dind’t get more than a couple blocks traveling west on 2nd street when it hit me.
The 2003 Ford Focus. Actually, it was more like I hit it.
I am fine, the car looked fine aside from a small scrape left by my bike. It was werid though, one of those slow-motion things. Something I know I should have been able to avoid. It was alright though. Neither of us were at fault – I should have been paying more attention, and she should have made a complete stop at the light before turning – so I didn’t feel any need to exchange info or anything. It was funny though: I got knocked on my ass, my bike flew to the center of the northbound lane, and there I was still holding my now half-empty coffee and bagel. She stopped, jumped out of the car. I convinced her I was okay (she was almost in tears), then she hugged me. Not that awkward “you’re my friends friend” kind of hug you might give a random stranger on the street, but she was really truly glad I was okay. She was so concerned for me. I felt like I should be hurt just to justify that, but I spent the next few minutes trying to calm her down before I *walked* my bike away.
Just as I was leaving she stuck out her hand and said “by the way, I’m A.J.”
I felt like she was my best friend at that moment. Life is so weird sometimes.