I’m gonna regret trying to push that car soon.
My back is screaming “Fool!” at me already.
(I just got done with a chiro appointment too.. The doc is gonna kill me.)
Like I said, it’s not what I did, it’s that there were more than just me there.
And thankfully so.
Had I not had friends at the VFW Club at the T intersection where I had been hit, I would have been a DOA. As it was, a friend who had an immense crush on me demanded that I be taken to the nearest hospital, because I “could NOT die!”
My angels were working overtime!