Yesterday at 4:33 p.m. I left my sister's house in Columbia, SC to drive home to Augusta, Ga. Timothy and I had gone up for my sister's baby shower.
At 4:34 p.m., as I was going around a traffic circle in their neighborhood, a car driven by a 16 year-old entered the very same traffic circle, failed to yield, and crashed into the front passenger side of my car.
It was a loud accident.
My van was shoved over a lane.
His SUV careened around the circle and crashed into the curb.
There was debris everywhere: bumbers, hubcaps, headlights, just . . . car pieces.
Timothy and I were shaken . . . but okay.
I ran over to the SUV and all four of them were shaken . . . but okay.
I called my brother-in-law, Patrick, and then I called 911. The dispatcher asked for location, and since my sister and brother-in-law had recently moved to this new house I didn't know anything . . . no street names, cross roads, or even the name of the neighborhood.
At this point a man pulled up asking if I needed any help. I had him give the 911 dispatcher the information. I thanked him and he drove off.
About an hour later Patrick and I were standing in the shade still waiting for the State Trooper, and that same man returned. He had noticed my out of state tags and thought Timothy and I could use some refreshments.
He handed me a bag of goodies. Inside was a cold can of Diet Coke, a can of Minutemaid orange, and three snack packs of oreos. Up until then I had been calm, but his simple kindness brought tears to my eyes.
And here's the neat thing. As he was walking up Patrick recognized him as a fellow Knight from another parish.
So . . . a Sunday afternoon car accident. But I'm okay. Timothy is okay. The teens in the other vehicle are okay. The van? Not so okay . . . but that's okay, too.
And this is what Makes my Monday: a wonderful brother-in-law who stood in the heat with me for several hours helping me with police reports, etc., and the thoughtfulness of a Good Samaritan with his gift of a cold Diet Coke on a hot Sunday afternoon.