Bummer

After Kaila and I finished laundry today, we parked at West Village for a short time so Kaila could sign some papers for SIFE. Not a big deal. Or so I thought.


It began to rain, so people were running to get out of the cold Iowa rain. Kaila goes inside while I sit in the Taurus texting Kody and listening to music (I am such an exciting person, I know) and a guy pulls his car right up next to mine. The passenger flings open his car door and hits my door. It hit pretty mine pretty hard and I could feel it through the inside. He didn't even care about what happen (or maybe he didn't even notice) until the driver of the car points to me and says something. I know he told the passenger that there was someone in the car he just rudely hit with his door.


He mouths me a totally insincere "I'm sorry" through our cars and runs inside. He cared very little about what he did to my car. Sure it is a 2002. Sure, it has seen better days. Sure, it was probably an accident. What this guy doesn't know is how much I try hard to take care of my things. We all make mistakes and I am the first to admit that I make them daily. How much is it to ask for people to be aware of others? How much is it to ask for them to sincerely care about making a mistake?


I know I shouldn't be upset about this. I should just let it go. Isn't that what a normal person would do? I just wish everyone cared as much about the possessions of others as I do. I worked hard for and paid for that car with my own money. I didn't have my parents help in the least. I work hard for everything I have and it saddens me when others don't have appreciation for my hard-earned items as I do. 


I pray the guy who hit my car can have more awareness of others' things. I pray that he will one day realize how something so simple can have such an effect on others. Whether it be a positive effect or a negative effect, from a smile to someone who is having a bad day to hitting another person's car. Every action we have has an impact on others. I pray that guy learns that for the sake of others coming into his path one day.


On the other hand, my car will never be the perfect brand new car it once was, but I don't care. For every little dent put on it there is a story. Every little dent can be fixed eventually. That is like when I scrape myself and it eventually heals. However, I don't want to fix my dents from my car. I like the stories behind them too much to do something like that.