a foot

Today has been a fragile day.
I was crossing the street around 8:45 this morning, I was hit by a shiny red car.
The woman driving turned out to not be a woman, but a girl. A 19 year old girl.
She simply did not see me crossing the street, as she made a left turn.
She could not see past her self.

As I crossed the street, I could see that her vehicle was not slowing down for me.
I stepped back a bit, about a foot.
Still, I was hit by her car.
The passenger side of her shiny red car had hit the left side of me.
I felt my shoulder, arm, leg, and knee colliding with her car.
The collision was relatively minor.
I did not fall, perhaps I was spun a bit.
I was hurt and stunned.

I yelled at her, "Are you driving with your eyes closed?"
She stopped the car, got out, and apologetically answered "no".
She asked me if I was okay.
I wasn't sure.
She asked me what I was going to do.
I did not know.
Then, I asked for her name and phone number.
After some words, I said, "pay attention to your driving."
I wrote down her license plate number and left.

I did got to the hospital, and did the necessary paperwork to have a record of this incident.
At the hospital I was told that I was lucky.
I didn't feel lucky.
The girl was lucky.
The Con Edison truck driver was lucky.
I was not lucky.
I was hurt.

I laughed that though it was a minor accident, it sounded really bad.
I was hit by a car.
I was hit by a truck.

Today, I realized that one incident would warrant, "I am not lucky."
Two incidents, makes me very lucky.