I was brave and picked up the accident report today. I was very stupid, I can’t believe I paid $40 for a stupid piece of paper without anything interestin on it… Oh Well. I am still going to work on getting the full report.
I was looking at the report and it had the other driver’s name address and phone number on it. So much for privacy. I could even send them a birthday card if I wanted. Anyways… after much debate, tears and arguing with myself (I like arguing with me, I always win) I decided I was going to give them a jingle. I was scared, I wasn’t sure what I was going to say, but I knew I had to do something. I put myself in their shoes and realized how crappy they must feel. How stressed they must be and how sad they must feel. I bribed the kids and hid the Ramen Noodles and snuck into a quiet space. Then I just sat there… and sat there… and cried some more. I realized that I was bigger then the grief monster and that they needed to hear “It was really an accident”
So I dialed. I comfirmed their names to make sure I wasn’t harrassing some unsuspecting person. I was speaking to the wife, who was also in the accident. I introduced myself, and she was nervous. I asked after her and her husband’s health. I had heard that they had no injuries. They were both fully recovered. I reassured her that it was an accident, and that I did not blame them. We talked a bit about the roads that day. She asked about me and the kids. She told me that she thinks of us often. She said “thank you for calling” over and over again. She sounded teary. I asked if I could call her back and get more details about the accident at a later time. She said it would be fine. She was very grateful I called.
I was very grateful I called.