In article <[email hidden]>,
Claire Petersky said:Stepped in front of me in the evening gloom, without looking, while talking
on his cell phone. I wasn't going that fast to begin with, and braked
desperately, but hit him anyway, as circumstances were that I didn't have
anywhere else to go. I don't think he missed more than three beats on his
telephone conversation. I hit the pavement, and tore a hole in my tights.
For novelty, this time I tore a hole on my left knee, so I can have matching
scrapes right now.
I guess you feel badly about having hit somebody.
I would, too. Even if they were head-in-the-clouds
jaywalking and totally oblivious to everything.
I guess you also feel relieved about having borne the
brunt of the incident, instead of the other guy.
I would, too.
The last thing we regular folx want to do, is to
hurt other people. But sometimes we unintentionally
step on toes, or inadvertantly let a door swing shut
as someone is trying to dart through it, or whatever.
It happens to "them", it happens to "us".
Shlemiel/shlamazle. We're all just Humanity.
At least you weren't driving a forklift. Especially
one with an 8-foot chainsaw on it instead of forks.
Don't worry about it too much.
cheers,
Tom
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