The whole thing seemed surreal and it took us about an hour (after finishing up with the police and calling the organizers of the event to say we couldn't make it) to finally settle down and get on with our day. What stays with me about this are three things:
1. When you see an accident, you're glad it wasn't you. When you're in one, you're glad it wasn't someone else.
2. I'm very grateful that I'm physically well-conditioned and that it wasn't more serious. When you can walk away from something like that, you get a reminder of how fortunate you are to have all your parts in good working order.
3. Things like this happen to people every day. It's good to feel true empathy for someone who has experienced the same thing. The only way to do that is to experience it yourself.
My family has been out of state this past week, so I'd planned a trip to Half Moon Bay (south of San Francisco on the CA coast) the following day. Briefly I considered skipping it since it can be a tricky drive with lots of twists and turns on a narrow road and I was frankly a little gun-shy. But I went anyway and it was a terrific day - very peaceful and beautiful, especially when the fog cleared.
Life is precious. Sometimes we need a little reminder.
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