To: E'Lane who wrote (6339 ) 9/27/2003 2:58:44 PM From: Honor First Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 26417 Want a nice Friday afternoon? Drive to a busy 4 way stop in a darkening sky with rain coming in sheets and spurts and then just drips. Sit in the left hand turn lane and wait for the light to turn. In the passenger seat just waiting quietly, I sit. In a moment, faster than you can blink, a car from the road to the right will turn left on a yellow light, and a car from the road opposite that car will turn right. The car turning right will slide on the water and ram the car who has turned left. That car will then try to avoid whatever and ram into your car smashing the left front fender and light, and ending up in your door. I had some pop in a glass that spun up from the glass holder spilling sticky stuff all over me; in my eye, my hair, my clothes and my possessions. My arm will be bruised and I will later feel like I might appreciate a little chiropractic attention, but not too much. I will scream slightly and turn faster than immediately to see if Joe is all right... I have screamed because of Joe, because I think, know and believe that he is precious. At the same time, I will be wondering why the airbags didn`t deploy, and why I had `water` all over me. Joe will be ok, the 18 year old looking at us will be ok, and the woman who slid on the water will be ok. The three cars will Not be ok. To make everything short.... Joe will reach for the title and proof of insurance and the police will show up and everyone will get out in the steady cold rain. The police will ask questions and then help everyone to move their cars out of the busy intersection and into an empty business drive. THEN they will ask Joe for the insurance and title... and Joe will not have it... it will eventually be found.... where the accident happened because it slipped from his jacket where he had put it to keep it dry while waiting for the police.... fortunately the title is in a little fake leather folder...is found by the lady policewoman who went back to the site and is ok...now at least we know where the title is. :) Then everyone gets there turn to sit in the back of the police car while the policeman takes our information. It is a REAL police car..... would not want to be a criminal or claustrophobic in that little space... when the policeman finds out that Joe is retired military and served in a couple of hot spots... he will turn around and shake his hand, and say thank you for your service... Joe will thank him for his, and they both will mean it..... -----the car can be barely driven home to await tomorrow`s possible trip to one of the repair shops from whom the insurance company says they have very good results. They say, that the two shops (our choice) - will both continue to work on the car as trouble develops -- IF trouble develops-- after the initial repair...they will make it RIGHT -- no problems with them... currently we are waiting for the policeman to call because we cannot get a rental from the people`s insurance company who were at fault... we have their insurance number, but we only have the name of the son, and it is the father who is insured.... .... I will have just finished showering to get all the sticky stuff off around 6:30 and be trying to warm up, and I will finally throw together - food - one could hardly call it a meal hehe ... and I am very very thankful that I have a husband whom I dearly love... It is interesting to look at an 18 year old, face to face, and bumper to door... we were both just staring and asking with sign language if the other were ok... Get the picture... hehe... oh my..... Thank You, God!!! And all because we went looking for plumbing and stopped at Jungle Jims for a few items.... ;) And we don`t get the rental until Monday... so we are without wheels.... I might have to skip my Starbucks on Sunday, and other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, did you enjoy the play? :)