I Never Thought That Getting Hit by a Car Would Be the Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me — Story of the Day
At one point, Lucy believed she had a lovely life and a loving family. However, she had little after the divorce. Lucy seems to be left with nothing in this world. But after she was almost struck by a car, everything changed. Her life started to change at that point when she ran across a long-lost buddy.
The laughing almost seemed to reverberate in my head as I gazed at that family portrait, mocking me for what I had lost.
As I brushed the picture aside, I noticed how happy they were, smiling effortlessly and contentedly.
I took a deep breath and felt the sting of tears as I remembered my own kid, Harry, who was no longer with me.
He refused to listen to my side of the story or even return my calls. James, my unfaithful husband, had ensured that by telling him I was the one who had left and had deserted them.
“Lucy, how are things going?” I was shocked by Miss Kinsley’s voice, which brought me back to the reality of her immaculate house.
I wiped my eyes quickly and forced a tiny grin as I responded, “Oh—yes, Miss Kinsley.”
“I’m all right. I’m just a little… exhausted.
Her head tilted slightly as though she was considering what she was about to say, and she looked at me with a stern but gentle gaze.
“Lucy,” she whispered quietly as she moved closer, “I know you’ve had a difficult time lately.” “But I believe it’s time for us to speak.”
The words struck me hard. Knowing what could happen next made my heart race.
I nearly broke my voice as I begged, “Please, Miss Kinsley, I promise I’ll do better. I apologize for being slow, but I promise to work more quickly and cheerfully. I swear.
Her eyes were filled with deep sympathy as she gazed at me.
“Lucy, it’s not only about speed. Even though I know you’re trying your hardest, I can tell you’re in pain. However… You see, I need someone who can add some lightness to the house because my son sees these things.
With a dry throat, I swallowed.
“Miss Kinsley, this employment means the world to me. Please… I’ll perform better.
With a sigh, she reached for my shoulder. Her tone grew softer, almost maternal.
“Lucy, sometimes waiting doesn’t make us better. Letting go can lead to opportunities you haven’t yet realized. I sincerely hope you rediscover your happiness. I sincerely appreciate everything you’ve done.
Despite the fact that every phrase felt like another fissure in the brittle shell of my life, I forced myself to nod and managed a quiet “Thank you.”
My thoughts were occupied by recollections of easier times as I stood at the crosswalk. I reflected on my high school years, when my main concerns were either homework or foolish crushes.
Back then, life had seemed so simple. Now, though, I felt like I was always carrying a burden that was too great for me to handle.
I was startled out of my reverie by the loud honking of an automobile. The sight of the car racing toward me while splattering in a puddle made my heart race.
I hesitated, not knowing if I should go ahead or take a step back. I made the snap decision to leap forward, and I landed squarely in the muddy water.
I sat in the cold, filthy water on the pavement, wet, while the automobile slammed to a stop inches away.
With his face contorted with annoyance, the driver—a man dressed in a pricey suit—threw open his door and hurried out.
“Are you blind? My automobile might have been dented by you! His voice was filled with frustration and rage as he yelled.
I struggled to stand up, blushing with embarrassment. I stammered, my cheeks burning from the chilly muck seeping through my garments, “I—I’m sorry.”
He shook his head and gave me a contemptuous look.
“Are you even aware of this car’s value?”
Another voice called out before I could answer.
“Stop it, Glen.” A tall, well-dressed man emerged as the back door opened.
His face softened as he gazed at me, his eyes displaying a mix of pity and worry. Despite Glen’s objections, he approached.
His eyes met mine as he questioned softly, “Are you hurt?”
He spoke in such a kind tone, as like he truly cared about me, a total stranger, soaked and depressed.
Still in disbelief, I shook my head.
Despite my shaky voice, I managed to say, “I think I’m okay.” On this awful day, the man’s presence seemed strangely reassuring, like a lifeline.
He extended his hand and said, “Please allow me to check on you. We’ll take you somewhere warm so you can dry off if you come along.
I was uncertain about what to say or do, yet there was something secure about him.
His cool, comforting demeanor made me feel less like a burden and more like someone who mattered as he unlocked the door and assisted me into the backseat.
As we came up, we saw a huge mansion that seemed to go on forever, tall and graceful.
I had never anticipated being accepted into a facility like that, the kind I had only ever seen in magazines.
When he saw how amazed I was, the man laughed quietly.
“Isn’t that a little excessive?” He smiled a little as he spoke.
“A little,” I said, attempting to conceal my awe. “But it’s beautiful.”
Everything appeared to shine as he ushered me inside.
The clean marble flooring reflected the gentle light from the chandeliers hanging overhead.
George offered me a comfortable chair by the fireplace and led me slowly to a large sitting room.
He said, “Please, make yourself comfortable,” and then he vanished for a moment before coming back with a cup of tea.
“I assumed you would prefer something warm.”
I put my hands around the cup and enjoyed the warmth while I nodded. On a day that had generally been so challenging, it was like a tiny amount of solace.
A middle-aged man soon came into the room. William, who George introduced as his personal physician, graciously looked at my wounds.
William’s eyes crinkled with a comforting smile as he gently examined the small scrapes on my wrists and arms.
“This is nothing serious,” William finally stated.
“A few scratches, but nothing will harm you.”
I felt a wave of relief.
I said, “Thank you, Doctor,” with sincere appreciation in my voice.
I handed George the empty teacup and turned back to him.
“I think I should leave now. “I’m so grateful for everything,” I muttered, a little bashful.
George, however, motioned for me to remain by raising a hand.
“Please,” he murmured quietly, “Lucy.” “We haven’t seen one another in much too long. Remain a little while longer.
I was surprised.
“Hold on… Do you know who I am? With my head racing, I asked.
George grinned broadly and leaned back, his eyes steady and warm. With a gentle yet hopeful tone, he inquired, “Do you… remember me?”
I narrowed my eyes and studied his features. His eyes had the familiar glint that I had previously recognized so well.
“Hold on… George? George from high school?
He looked happy as he laughed.
“The one and only.” Lucy, it’s been twenty-eight years since you graduated, and you still look stunning.
My cheeks flushed as I chuckled.
“Oh, quit it! It’s unbelievable that it’s actually you. Where has life taken you all this time?
As we relaxed in the company of old pals, we reminisced about our foolish high school experiences.
It seems that George recalled every detail, including the way I would scribble in his notebook, how we would slip out to the diner after school, and even the occasion when we nearly got caught skipping class.
We briefly forgot about all the serious things in life as we chuckled about the good times.
At last, he leaned forward slightly and gave me a serious look.
With a soft tone, he inquired, “So, how has life been for you?”
I was hesitant to be honest, but his generosity made it simple. I inhaled deeply before telling him about my recent hardships, including the divorce, my son’s refusal to talk to me, and the day I lost my job.
As I looked down at my hands, I confessed, “It’s been… difficult.” “Everything I believed I had simply vanished.”
George’s calm, warm fingers went over and clasped my hand.
“Lucy, I’m very sorry. I wish you had a different situation. How difficult that must have been is beyond me.
Even though my eyes ached a little, I shrugged.
I also occasionally wish that things had turned out differently. However, life has a way of taking you by surprise, doesn’t it?
George’s expression grew even softer. Before he met my gaze, he cast a contemplative glance down.
“Remember our final evening following prom? “You told me that it wouldn’t work because we’d be moving to different cities,” he continued softly, “but I told you I loved you.”
I felt a twinge of regret as the memories suddenly came flooding back. I averted my gaze for a second and murmured, “I remember.”
“I’ve given that night a lot of thought. I was wondering what would have happened if I had stayed.
His voice was soft but full of warmth and optimism as he nodded.
Lucy, we are powerless to alter the past. But now we do. After all these years, here we are, sitting together. That might have some significance.
For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, I felt a glimmer of optimism as I turned to face him again.
“Perhaps it does,” I muttered, a tiny smile creeping over my face.
For a while, we sat in silence as our recollections of the past filled the void between us. George broke the silence by giving my hand a light squeeze.
“Lucy,” he replied quietly, “we can’t go back and change those years.”
But now we’re here. Perhaps we can continue where we left off.
I chuckled, a sound that was nearly alien to me.
“After all these years, are you still asking me out?”
“Perhaps I am,” he said, his smile hopeful and genuine.
What about supper? Not very fancy. Just two longtime friends reuniting.
I had not felt warm in a long time until I thought about it.
“That would be nice,” I answered. However, only if you swear not to run me over once more.
He laughed.
“Agree. No more close calls.
I felt lost only a day ago, but now that I’m sitting here with George, I can see a glimmer of the life I thought was gone forever.
It never occurred to me that an accident could become so fortunate. It’s interesting how life can catch us off guard, especially when we least expect it to.
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