I've not been able to type, very well anyway, for the past few days, because my left hand has been a touch numb from fingertips to wrist. Three days ago, I was "bumped" by a car, while crossing the street. A young lady found her cellular activity to be more important than watching out for pedestrians (or red lights, for that matter), and she only managed to stop just quickly enough to only make minor contact with me. I'm really lucky my hip and leg fared better than my hand; my biggest injury truly came from catching myself on the asphalt. To that end, she's really lucky my size elevens didn't go through her grill. After I had a screaming contested with her windshield, she politely rolled down her window and apologized. She even offered to give me a ride to my destination, which I declined based on the driving ability she had just exhibited. Still, that's not why I began writing this post. I'm quite thankful that she did stop in time, and that I'm able to make this post. I still don't really consider myself to have been in any real danger, but everyone around me assures me I was. So I've been getting close to the royal treatment, from everyone. Well, everyone except my significant other, she's pissed (not that I blame her).

Really, I'm only happiest for the treatment I've received at work. For fear of a lawsuit springing from injuring my wrist further, they won't let me do hardly anything. I almost feel bad for sitting around and collecting a paycheck, but mostly I just find it all to be quite comical. Mind you, I'm not milking this at all. As I said, I don't see what the big deal is. Had I been more severely injured, I might be close to considering myself a victim of reckless driving. But I wasn't, and there are those who have suffered far worse, in such a way that has rippled and effected everyone throughout their lives. While I appreciate the concern from my loved ones, as well as the care taken at work, I see this as only something that we should make a brief note of, and then quickly move on from. I'm not petrified of crossing the street, and I'm still in one piece. Life is good.

At the time, I was scared, but more-so I was angry. I very quickly got over that, and went on with my day. Had my hand not gone numb, nobody would have even known what had happened because I wouldn't have had to explain it. If people hadn't made a big deal out of it, I wouldn't have even written this post. My point, in all of this, is the simple act of being thankful. I'm thankful that woman stopped in time, and that's the end of it. People are so concerned with what could have happened, that they begin to treat me as if it had happened. That is wildly unfair to people who have been injured far worse, or even killed. Love, compassion, and showing that we care are all very important things, especially towards the people we care about the most. But they're also very simple things, they don't need to be drawn out to the point of extremes when it isn't necessary.

So, in conclusion, I'm hella thankful, I love my family and friends, and I'm happy they care about me so much. It's more important to care about what we have right now, than what we could have had after an unfortunate turn of events.

Also, for heaven's sake, look both ways when you're crossing. I'm being serious, man. That shit's important.