A little less than a month ago I was in an accident. No one was hurt, but both cars were damaged, hers a few scratches, mine over three thousand dollars worth of damage.
We were both fully aware that there were no traffic cameras, no witnesses, nothing except my word against hers that she ran the light. The officer at the scene told both of us together that it would be entirely up to the insurance company, and that they would probably end up having us pay for our own repairs.
Expecting a vicious fight with her insurance company, I prepared notes about the accident, photos of the intersection and my car, and spoke to several people about what to do. The evening after the accident, the insurance company called to tell me she’d told them it was entirely her fault, that they would be paying for the thousands of dollars worth of repairs, and to have a nice day.
The check has been written, the papers have been signed, the deal is over. With nothing in the world to gain, she’s regularly contacted me since the accident. Apologizing for what happened, making sure I am okay, asking about my car, and simply how my day was going.
People are so mysteriously amazing, sweet, honest and beautiful. This accident was one of the best things that ever happened to me.
