Japheth
The night passed uneventfully. I slept fitfully between doses of pain medication. By the time the nurse came at 6:00AM, it wasn’t just my wrist and ankle, my whole body ached, from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet.
I guess that is what happens when an SUV plows into you at more than forty miles an hour. During my more coherent moments, I was distraught thinking about the other driver. I tried to replay the scene in my mind. If I had waited just three seconds before I started through the intersection, or if I had accelerated a little harder, a little faster, if I had braked or swerved or…
Logically, I knew I wasn’t at fault. I knew it was pointless to obsess over something I couldn’t change. But I couldn’t help but feel guilty that I was alive. Everything hurt, bu
