A Chain Of Events That Could Never Have Been Predicted

One night, any night, I was cruising minding my own business, when the world went dark, a noise like I had never heard. My glasses were gone, the front end hanging over the guard rail. I got out, took a step and I went down. I woke up in a hospital, my left leg in a cast, my back hurt like you can't describe, my chest and torso. My right hand broken at the wrist. I came to, the nurse encouraging me to open my eyes. "You're a lucky man".

A semi rode over me from beyond, the driver didn't make it.

I couldn't look after myself, not even a little bit. My coworker and friend took leave to look after me. For several weeks I was unable to sit up on my own, or walk. Day in and day out she kept her composure and looked after me.

Once my back was strong enough, and my leg healed enough I could walk. The first thing we did was go to the movies. After another two weeks I was able to return to work. It was somewhere in those days that I knew she was never going to move out. A few days later she agreed, she wasn't going to move out. By then she had moved all her belongings she could carry. The rest we paid a local mover to bring over.

We got our parents together, told them we were getting married. Whatever happened she was ready to settle down. After we were married the police issued their report, the driver of the semi had a heart attack and lost control. The trucking company paid for my medical expenses, paid for my car. We settled down.

Years later, after dinner, the kids in bed, she asked to talk with me. She said she was in love, with the preschool teacher if our son. No divorce, or separation, she just wanted me to know.