Todays thought...Bug caused accident.

Ok, so first off lets start with my summer this year. After my second cousin was burried in the beginning of April, I lost my grandpa on my daddy's side 15 days later. So you know...already by this time dealing with two losses in the family. Then my truck goes in the shop. They run over something in the truck and it has to go back into the shop for a little while longer. Then, if it doesn't get any worse, I lose my other living grandpa on my mama's side of the family, 60 days after my daddy's dad dies.

And just when I think that I can't handle any more...I wreck my brand new 8 month old truck this morning on my way to the doctors office who funny enough wanted to see how this new depression medicine was working on me that they put me on because of this episodic depression I am in due to all the loss in my family this year.

Ok so...here's me this morning, window rolled down because I'm smoking a cig on the way. At 40mph a freaking huge bug flies in the window, hits me in the face. So instinctively when you have something coming at your face you are going to protect your eyes and get the bug away. As I did this going around a corner I proceded off the road.

Now at this time, I look up and remember the last major car accident I was in I over corrected and instinctively know that if I over correct I am going to hit another car. So I hit the brakes lightly and pull up on the road, hitting a mailbox. Now mind you, at this time I think that the grass that I ran through was just about level with the road. No ditch or anything, just someones yard. I get slowed down and pull into a driveway slightly down the road from the victimized mailbox and get out and look at the truck. I have run this poor mailbox (with no knowledge of its impending doom) down the entire passenger side of my truck. Now I can definitely give props to Ford for making their trucks high enough that my mirror was spared!

So, I call Pooh Bear, he first and foremost makes sure I'm ok, then he asks me what happened. I procede to tell him, call the police dept and the insurance company and wait. When I call the police department the ask what has happened and I explain that with as much damage is done to my truck, the mailbox has got to be smashed. The police only took 5 minutes. Well I get back into my truck to pull it further down this persons driveway so that the officer can pull off the road and into the driveway and take down my information on the report and I realize that the stupid bug is still alive. Yeah!

So he asks me what happened. I procede to spill what I had done and he tells me to get my drivers license and registration while he goes down to see the mailbox. I wait for a couple more minutes and he comes back and tells me that the mailbox is a little bit damaged but can be banged out with a hammer and be fine.

This is where my thought title comes from...He procedes to tell me that now that he knows that I'm ok and that I have explained the story he has to tell me that when he got the call to come out to the address of the driveway I was at, they just told him on the radio that it was an accident and on the little screen of the computer in his squad car it popped up...Bug Caused Accident. He'd told me that it was definitely a first for him, but now that I had explained it, it made a little more sense. So, we laughed, the police dept left a voice mail for the people who's mailbox I mutilated and left a card for them so that they could call him and get my info and my insurance info.

So, Pooh Bear gets there to make sure I'm ok and we go down the road to see this poor mailbox and the yard to make sure I hadn't done too much damage. Turns out while looking at it, I did not go off into someones yard. I went off into a 3 foot ditch. And looking at my tire tracks, I tell you now...it was the grace of God that kept me from rolling my truck over when I come up out of there. Its amazing looking at it, that I came out with my passenger side being marred and nothing else.

Well, thats about all for tonight. I'm gunna eat me some grub, drink me some wine and hit the hay. Props and much Thanks to God. Love ya man!