Yesterday started out to be a very good day. I was getting ready for bed since it was 11 at night and Krissie was almost done with work. Krissie called me at about 11:45 pm yesterday and told me that she was on her way home.
At about midnight, she called me to tell me that she was in an accident. At the moment, the only thing that I could think of was “Oh my word, I hope she is okay.” I went down the block, which is normally a drive of less that 5 minutes, but felt like eternity. She was alright, but the truck was a little bit torn up. I was a little bit mad, because even thought it was not her fault it ended up being a hit and run, so I have to submit a claim against my own insurance.