After Mop's visit to the vet, we're all lookin' just fine. L to R: Ada, my partner in crime, Anson & his beautiful (yet dizzy) gift Mop, me ... 7 hours after the accident"
And we were. We arrived at the collision centre, encountered some hassle regarding the insurance people there, but God granted me wisdom to handle the situation. In the end, the people there didn't succeed in taking advantage of me. The tow truck drivers there said to me, "We were watching you from back here, you're a smart one!" And I said, "Well believe me, I had no clue as to what was going on. My God helped me along".
Mop was fine. Anson and Ada brought him to see a vet that very night. His eyes sparkle now, but...he always seems to be shaking his head, slowly and mildly. We hope a female Angora might find that charming somehow.
The support and help from friends helped me along...dealing with the body shop, State Farm Insurance etc. I confess I've always been pretty ignorant about these things. Now it's time to grow up and be independent. I can only thank God for the opportunity.
It's almost weird how much more you remember about the incident each time a different person asks you "So what happened?" The more I recount the incident, the more thankful I become. I ask myself, how come I didn't bump into another car when mine was swerving and spinning? How come no car bumped into the rear of my car? How come they all managed to avoid us and stopped in time? How come my car didn't finish spinning full circle and just ended up clashing head on instead? How come the airbags didn't hurt us? How come someone was nice enough to stop by in the rain and snow, allow us in his car and help us calm down?
It must be God.
After Mop's visit to the vet, we're all lookin' just fine. L to R: Ada, my partner in crime, Anson & his beautiful (yet dizzy) gift Mop, me ... 7 hours after the accident"
