So today my car was hit in the parking lot of my school before I could even get to a spot.  All of the dangerous highway miles I commute daily,  minutes from arriving safe and sound, and boom this guy hits me directly in my rear drivers side tire.

Understandably, I was quite shaken up.  The force of the hit jolted the car, and I was certain the damage was bad.  Shaking, I got out and examined the damage, only to find to deep gouges on the hub caps and a small dent in the panel near the tire.  I was amazed, baffled really, by the lack of visual damage.

I called in to the officers on duty, while the gentleman who had just dropped his daughter off apologized.  We both gathered our paperwork for the report and again he apologized.  I could tell in my heart he was truly sorry and I really tried to stay calm and hold my emotions that were bubbling up. I wanted to blame, judge, even yell, but instead remained as calm as I could and thanked God for the outcome.

The situation was not an easy one for me, though, because although the damage appeared to be minimal, my nervous system and body disagreed.  For them this was serious sh**.