the lot was pretty empty--a common thing on tuesday afternoons. i loaded colin in and chatted as we were getting his seat belt locked in, making plans for the rest of the afternoon. as i was backing out, he started hacking until it sounded like he was going to throw up. i turned a bit more to make sure he was okay and...crunch. i bumped into another car in the lot.
i feel absolutely terrible about it. there are just a few scratches, but i have this horrible pit in my stomach. i tried checking at several of the buisnesses in the building, but couldn't find the owner. i left a note on their windshield and i'm just praying that they will receive my note well and that we can resolve things easily. there is some damage on my car and i'm not even concerned about that. i just feel bad marking someone else's property.
i've gotten some things done at home this afternoon, but i keep thinking about my little note under a windshield wiper. i'm anxiously awaiting five o'clock to see if i will get a phone call.
it was an honest accident, but the guilt feels oh-so-real. praying that grace and mercy abound.
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