A couple of weeks ago, I was returning home from the store and turned left on a green light. As I was completing my turn, a pickup truck pulled out of the adjacent gas station right into the side of my van.
I felt the jarring impact to the passenger side of my van and turned to look in the pickup driver’s eyes. He knew he hit me, and I knew he hit me… We both pulled over into the gas station he was just leaving. As I started to get out of my van to survey the damage, a man who watched the whole thing unfold from the sidewalk came up to me and said, “He didn’t hit you”.
“I felt him hit me, so I’m not sure what you’re saying?”, I replied.
He nodded and said, “It looked like he hit you, and it sounded like he hit you, but he didn’t hit you.” As he said that, he pointed to the spot on the van that got hit. I was coming around the van as he said this, and I looked at a completely unmarked, undented, unremarkable side of a van - not a single scratch…
While this was happening, the guy in the pickup had pulled over and was getting out of his truck - apologizing profusely to me. I looked at the front of his truck – no damage. Then I walked up to the window of his pickup and said, “I think we are all good – there’s no damage to either vehicle.”
The look on his face and his reaction was priceless. “What do you mean? I hit you, man!”
I pointed to my van and said, “I know… but look at my van…”
His eyes got wide as he muttered, “That’s a God thing!”
I agreed, we smiled kind of awkwardly to each other, bumped fists, and went our separate ways…
Sometimes things are not explainable… I don’t know what happened, but it’s hard to argue that sometimes, you just have to say, “That’s a God thing!”
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