Rock Bottom?

Or do I still have fifty feet of crap to go through?

I was going to write a entertaining story about how I am planning on blowing up the train tracks. This story was inspired by the blowing horn of the train at five in the morning today, which made it difficult for me to go back to sleep.

Instead, I get to share a real life story...this is the story of my first car wreck, my first citation and generally my first rock bottom (well, second, if you count my spiritual rock bottom back in high school).

I left work at 4:40PM and was at the stop sign of Wycoan and Texas Central Parkway. I looked both ways and since no one was coming, I turned left to get onto Texas Central Parkway. Blind spot kicked my behind here, though. I turned into the outside lane (this is what got me the citation and a potential fine) and then all hell broke loose.

I hit a Chevrolet truck, which did more damage to me than I to it. I was able to keep calm as I got onto the left lane and stopped, putting my emergency lights on. The guy pulled up infront of me on the left lane and we both met outside and he asked if I was okay and vice versa. Everything was all good. We got out of the lane and into the Wardlaw Claim Services parking lot (which is where I am working temporarily) and waited for the Waco police to show up. About an hour later, Officer Vela showed up, took down our information and our account of the accident and wrote up a case.

This led to him letting me know that it was my fault and then writing up a citation and giving me information about calling the judge and such. This, of course, was not good news for me and he could tell that was the case. He then said something to me that made me smile:

"I'm going to say something to you that's been said to me before. Once you hit rock bottom, there is nowhere else to go but up."

I thanked him and he made sure my car could drive before he let me go and took off himself. As a side note, he was Hispanic and I think he is unbelieveably cute...which is strange because I never thing Hispanic men are cute or handsome or even attractive...I am thinking it was the uniform.

So I talked to my supervisor, told her what was going on. I'm not going into work tomorrow, instead I'll be calling my insurance, find out what will happen with that, then start looking for auto repair places in Waco that won't bust my credit limit so I can get my right front blinker fixed...it still blinks...it just doesn't have the covering over it...oh yeah, I am also missing my right side mirror, my side front bumper is seriously dented (the point of first collision), my front passenger door won't open, and my back passenger door is dented as well.

I have to get the blinker fixed, the front side bumper dent popped out so my tire won't blow out from rubbing against it, and maybe even my side mirror, even though Officer Vela told me I don't have to worry about that as much as about the blinker (which could get me a ticket...just what I would need at this point).

I am praying that I can continue to drive my car (I believe I will also have to get the alignment fixed again along with an oil change) so I can continue to go to work, so I can continue to make money so I can continue to pay bills, which not only include rent and three credit card bills (one of those credit cards pays for my electricity and phone bill) but for upcoming school loans in November/December and a possible citation fine...may the judge be merciful.

I am feeling a little sore, probably from whiplash but I've been there before from a previous car accident. I just pray that this doesn't cause me to lose hope about living on my own...independence is a bunch of bull, I am coming to realize.

Well, your prayers will be appreciated. I can definitely use them. I know that God is watching over everything.

As I told my mom, "God is in His kingdom and all is good with the world."