What’s the point in having a blog if you can’t tell stories – especially stories that are true?
Twenty-two years ago, I was living in Marietta, Georgia. I don’t remember what I was doing that Halloween night of 1996, but I was driving home about 9pm at night. It was one of those north to south roads that allotted a higher speed limit than you’d normally see, although with the curves in the roadway – I often wondered if such a speed limit was truly a good idea.
There were still kids out trick or treating – again, don’t ask me why they were out so late. It was one of those nights where fate seemed to be cruel everywhere you turned, as you’ll find out as you read along. For some reason, the kids attempted to cross the roadway at a point near one of these curves.
I see the kids – I slow down immediately, but even in doing so I can tell this is going to be a close call as to whether or not my car strikes one of these kids. They had not allocated themselves enough space to cross the road. To make matters worse, one of the kids tries to double back to the side she originally came from – a hesitation that seemed to increase the odds she was going to get struck by my car.
I slow down with all of my might, but I still tapped the girl who double-backed – but I had slowed down the car to where it merely patted her on the knee. The other group of girls were not happy with me and started throwing things at my car. Thus, I had a decision to make and fast – either to stay and risk damaging the car (sustaining no damage hitting the girl, somehow) or to stay and risk it.
It’s dark out, and I can’t detect what these girls are throwing – so I fled the scene. I’m well aware that you’re supposed to stay at the scene of an accident and all that, but my safety may have been at risk if I had stayed. If the cops had found me, I would have told them everything I knew and then some. The knock on my door or the visit to my car never comes, and for reasons unrelated to that Halloween night – I move back to Florida by Thanksgiving.
Needless to say, I don’t go out much on Halloweens anymore. I can do all I can to stay safe, but there’s only so much in life one can control. Some things are always going to be outside your boat.