Sober for 2 years, hit by a drunk driver last week. The irony is not lost on me.
I'll keep this short because honestly I'm still processing everything.
About two years ago I had a real wake-up call with alcohol. Nothing that hurt anyone else, thankfully, but enough to make me completely turn my life around. I quit drinking, did everything I was supposed to do, and genuinely became a better, healthier person because of it. I'm proud of that work.
Fast forward to last Tuesday. I'm coming home from a late shift, totally sober, and I get T-boned at a green light by someone who apparently could barely walk when the police got to him. My truck got pushed halfway into a ditch. I ended up with a cracked rib, a badly sprained wrist, and a mild concussion. The other driver was taken away in an ambulance before I even finished giving my statement.
The officer asked if I'd been drinking. And for the first time in a situation like that, I got to say no and mean it — and have nothing to hide. That felt strange and significant at the same time.
Here's the part I can't stop thinking about: I'm not furious at the other driver. I feel like I understand something about where he is in life. I hope he faces real consequences, gets real help, and that nobody else gets hurt by him down the road. But rage? I don't have it.
What I am confused about is the practical side of all this. My truck is probably totaled, I've missed several shifts, and I have no idea how to even begin dealing with insurance when the other driver may not have adequate coverage.
Has anyone been through something like this? Where do you even start?