Was I Lucky or Unlucky? You Choose!

Two Novembers ago, I was on my way to a friend’s wedding in a car service. I took the car service straight from work because I had to finish up some work and I told my wife that I would meet her at the wedding. I sat in the back seat, minding my own business and played games on my palm pilot while being driven to the wedding hall. I wasn’t sure where the wedding was so I wasn’t paying attention to if the driver was taking the best route. All of a sudden the car crashed into the car in front of us and the car behind us crashed in to us. I was wearing a seatbelt but it happened to be defective and I flung forward into the seat in front of me which was broken so the plastic and metal from the inside of the seat was sticking out. I wasn’t really sure what happened at the time but I started putting pieces together, especially when a witness saw me and got all freaked out. I was gushing blood from my face. I didn’t realize it until I wiped my face and then found a mirror to look into.

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Someone called 911 and an ambulance was there within minutes. They checked me out and suggested that I go to the hospital to be checked out. That meant that I would have to spend most of the night in the emergency room and miss the wedding. I decided not to go to the hospital and instead go to the wedding.

Here is the rest of the story in point form. You can rate each point as lucky or unlucky, or you can just give it a score as a whole at the end.

• It turned out that my driver was not a licensed car service driver.
• The Police didn’t want to arrest him because it would take up to much of their time so they forced me to say he was my friend.
• I had to walk to the wedding from that point because I was in the middle of nowhere.
• I didn’t pay for that car service ride (which took me more that ¾ of the way there).
• I missed the cocktail reception before the wedding.
• I did make it to the wedding in time for the ceremony.
• I was able to freak people out with the cuts all over my face that were still bleeding.
• I had to walk around with paper towels and constantly wipe off all the blood.
• My friends had a good time making up stories about me taking on a whole gang that was hurting a pussy cat.
• I enjoyed the wedding and went home with my wife at the end of the night.
• I spent the next night in the emergency room getting checked out to make sure there was no damage.
• Today I have a story to tell and I never forget my friend’s anniversary.

Each of the above points can be argued either way as lucky or unlucky. It’s just how you look at them. I consider myself very lucky that I didn’t have any permanent damage besides some little scars. I was held up for a little while but I didn’t miss out on anything too important. I just went on in good spirits.

Feces occur and your luck is how you deal with the cleanup.