I was at work on Tuesday, when I got one of those calls you hate to get. It was Heather.
"Mom, I was in an accident. I'm ok, but my car is in bad shape."
She was on her way to a Dr appt, and as she approached a green light, she realized that a van was going to go right through the red light. She tried to stop, but it was to late and she hit him.
There happened to be a police officer at a store on the corner who saw it and was able to be a witness that she wasn't at fault, so that was a real blessing. Of course, the biggest blessing was that she wasn't injured other than some bumps and bruises!
After work, we went to the body shop to look at her poor little car.
"Mom, I was in an accident. I'm ok, but my car is in bad shape."
She was on her way to a Dr appt, and as she approached a green light, she realized that a van was going to go right through the red light. She tried to stop, but it was to late and she hit him.
There happened to be a police officer at a store on the corner who saw it and was able to be a witness that she wasn't at fault, so that was a real blessing. Of course, the biggest blessing was that she wasn't injured other than some bumps and bruises!
After work, we went to the body shop to look at her poor little car.