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Somebody Rammed My Car and Fled
“Somebody scraped the shit out of my car,” I texted my sister.
When I came out of Target, white paint, scratches, and dents marred my red Nissan.
But everybody makes mistakes. In college, I rammed a car and left an honest note with my name and number.
If whoever hit my car had been honest, I would have understood.
But the car crasher wasn’t honest, so I could have been killed. I didn’t notice the smashed side mirror until I was driving down the highway unable to see.
Getting into an accident is a mistake. Leaving the scene is a crime.
People with callous disregard for others upset me more than damage to my car.
“Here’s a simple rule of thumb for behavior: Ask yourself what you want people to do for you: then grab the initiative and do it for them!” (Luke 6:34, The Message)
