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She was reversing fast and I could do nothing about it. My Fiat Punto screamed as loud as the horn could muster to no avail. The car in front hit mine as I was pulling out of my apartment complex; it was truly incredible. (Bare with me here).
The moment of impact caused a dent in the front of my car and smashed my registration plate. At first I felt a surge of rage at the point of impact but it passed immediately. As I got out of my car and entered the cold Chesterfield night, I felt a sure sense that I should not hold this event against the driver in front. It was the weirdest thing. I was totally convinced I had to forget about the incident straight away and reassure the lady in front of me that everything was going to be ok.
The female Yaris driver got out into the car park and apologised a thousand times. She saw the dent in my car sparking the natural cause of events, which unfolded in her head. Insurance, compensation, no claims etc. To make matters worse, she was driving her company car.
I told her not to worry. As the words came out of my mouth I felt an immense sense of peace. Like nothing I’ve felt before. If God ever told me what to do in any moment in recent times; it was this moment. She left me her contact details and company phone number.
I drove to the football pitch and skied a few shots before having a glance at her company info later on Monday night. Turns out she works for a charity which strives to protect farmers in the third world. Turns out God actually speaks to us in the moment.
I will now look to bless this woman and her work with her charity. Please pray I can come up with some witty, effective ways I can support her in her work. Post your ideas below.
Peace.
