It's all good

Coming back from the gym the other morning, about 6 a.m. YES, 6 FRIGGIN A FRIGGN M!!!!

Anyway, I was turning right from one busy street onto another. I pulled out and realized there was a car coming far faster than I had initially calculated. So, I stopped short.

CRUNCH!

The guy behind me didn't stop short. He ran into me. But really, only a little.

I was with my friend, Sandi who asked if the truck had popped out of gear.

Nah, I said, we just got rear ended. She got that "holy crap!" look.

I pulled over and jumped out, the guy who hit me was youngish, not an expensive car and he looked like he was on his way to a construction job.

There was no damage to my truck and we couldn't find any to his car either.

He apologized profusely. But, really, I kinda felt the whole thing was my fault. I shouldn't have pulled out, I shouldn't have stopped short.

Anyway, I said no harm no foul and the guy looked so relieved. Like he was more used to "Oh shit, this is gonna cost you."

I remember those days, I still have them and I fear them.

It felt nice to say, "Don't worry about it, pal, it's all good."

How many times in life do you get that pass? And how many times do you get to give it?