{"id":291,"date":"2024-11-04T11:11:32","date_gmt":"2024-11-04T11:11:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/?p=291"},"modified":"2024-11-04T11:11:40","modified_gmt":"2024-11-04T11:11:40","slug":"i-never-thought-that-getting-hit-by-a-car-would-be-the-best-thing-that-ever-happened-to-me-story-of-the-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/archives\/291","title":{"rendered":"I Never Thought That Getting Hit by a Car Would Be the Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me \u2014 Story of the Day"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Lucy once thought she had a loving family and a happy life. But after the divorce \u2014she had nothing. It felt like there was nothing left for Lucy in this world. But then, everything changed when a car nearly hit her. That\u2019s when she met a long-lost friend, and her life began to take a new turn.\n
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As I looked at that family photo, the laughter seemed almost to echo in my mind, taunting me with what I\u2019d lost.\n\n

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Dusting off the photo, I took in the happiness on their faces\u2014such easy, carefree smiles, all together and at peace.\n\n

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I swallowed hard, feeling the sting of tears as I thought about Harry, my own son, who was lost to me now.\n\n

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He wouldn\u2019t even answer my calls, and wouldn\u2019t hear my side of the story. My cheating husband James had made sure of that, convincing him I was the one who left, that I had abandoned them.\n\n

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\u201cLucy, is everything alright?\u201d Miss Kinsley\u2019s voice startled me, pulling me back to the reality of her spotless home.\n\n

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\u201cOh\u2014yes, Miss Kinsley,\u201d I said, quickly wiping my eyes and forcing a small smile.\n\n

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\u201cI\u2019m fine. Just a little\u2026 tired.\u201d\n\n

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She studied me with a gentle but firm look, her head tilting slightly as if weighing her words.\n\n

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\u201cLucy, I know you\u2019ve had a tough time lately,\u201d she said softly, stepping closer. \u201cBut I think it\u2019s time we had a talk.\u201d\n\n

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The words hit me like a stone. I felt my heart pound, knowing what might come next.\n\n

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\u201cPlease, Miss Kinsley,\u201d I said, my voice almost breaking, \u201cI\u2019ll do better, I swear. I know I\u2019ve been slow, but I\u2019ll work faster, I\u2019ll keep it cheerful. I promise.\u201d\n\n

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She looked at me, a sad sympathy in her eyes.\n\n

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\u201cIt\u2019s not just about speed, Lucy. I can see that you\u2019re hurting, and I know you\u2019re doing your best. But\u2026 my son notices these things, and I need someone who can bring a bit of lightness into the house, you understand?\u201d\n\n

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I swallowed, my throat dry.\n\n

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\u201cThis job\u2026 it means everything to me, Miss Kinsley. Please\u2026 I\u2019ll do better.\u201d\n\n

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She sighed, her hand moving to my shoulder. Her voice softened, almost motherly.\n\n

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\u201cLucy, sometimes holding on doesn\u2019t help us heal. Letting go is hard, but it can open doors you don\u2019t see yet. I truly hope you find your joy again. I\u2019m very grateful for all you\u2019ve done, and I mean that.\u201d\n\n

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I forced myself to nod, managing a quiet, \u201cThank you,\u201d though every word felt like another crack in the fragile shell of my life.\n\n

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As I stood at the crosswalk, memories of simpler times kept my mind busy. I thought back to high school, where my biggest problems were homework or worrying about silly crushes.\n\n

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Life had seemed so straightforward then. But now, it felt as if I was constantly carrying a weight too heavy to bear.\n\n

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Suddenly, the loud honking of a car snapped me out of my thoughts. My heart pounded as I saw the vehicle speeding toward me, splashing through a puddle.\n\n

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I froze, unsure whether to step back or dart forward. In a split second, I decided to jump forward, landing right in the muddy water.\n\n

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The car screeched to a halt inches away, but I was soaked, sitting in the cold, dirty water on the pavement.\n\n

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The driver, a man in an expensive suit, threw his door open and stormed out, his face twisted with irritation.\n\n

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\u201cAre you blind? You could\u2019ve dented my car!\u201d he shouted, his voice laced with anger and annoyance.\n\n

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Embarrassment flushed through me as I struggled to my feet. \u201cI\u2014I\u2019m sorry,\u201d I stammered, my cheeks burning as the cold mud seeped through my clothes.\n\n

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He looked at me in disdain, shaking his head.\n\n

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\u201cDo you even know how much this car is worth?\u201d\n\n

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Before I could respond, another voice rang out.\n\n

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\u201cGlen, stop it.\u201d The back door opened, and a man stepped out, tall and dressed sharply.\n\n

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His expression softened as he looked at me, a mixture of concern and sympathy in his eyes. He walked over, ignoring Glen\u2019s protests.\n\n

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\u201cAre you hurt?\u201d he asked gently, his eyes meeting mine.\n\n

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His tone was so warm, almost as if he genuinely cared about me\u2014a complete stranger, drenched and miserable.\n\n

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I shook my head, still stunned.\n\n

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\u201cI think I\u2019m okay,\u201d I managed, though my voice was unsteady. The man\u2019s presence was oddly comforting, like a lifeline on this terrible day.\n\n

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\u201cPlease,\u201d he said, offering his hand, \u201clet me make sure you\u2019re alright. Come with us, and we\u2019ll get you somewhere warm where you can dry off.\u201d\n\n

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I hesitated, unsure of what to say or do, but something about him felt safe.\n\n

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He opened the door and helped me into the backseat, his calm, reassuring manner making me feel less like a burden and more like someone who mattered.\n\n

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We pulled up to an enormous house, a mansion that seemed to stretch for miles, towering and elegant.\n\n

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It was the sort of place I had only seen in magazines, not a place I\u2019d ever expected to be welcomed into.\n\n

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The man noticed my awe and chuckled softly.\n\n

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\u201cIt\u2019s a bit much, isn\u2019t it?\u201d he said with a small grin.\n\n

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\u201cA bit,\u201d I admitted, trying to hide my amazement. \u201cIt\u2019s beautiful, though.\u201d\n\n

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He led me inside, where everything seemed to gleam.\n\n

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The floors were polished marble, reflecting the soft light from chandeliers that hung above.\n\n

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George gently guided me to a spacious sitting room and offered me a cozy chair by the fireplace.\n\n

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\u201cPlease, make yourself comfortable,\u201d he said, disappearing briefly before returning with a cup of tea.\n\n

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\u201cI thought you might want something warm.\u201d\n\n

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I nodded, wrapping my hands around the cup and savoring the warmth. It felt like a little bit of comfort on a day that had otherwise been so difficult.\n\n

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Soon after, a middle-aged man entered the room. George introduced him as his personal doctor, William, who kindly examined my injuries.\n\n

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William inspected the few scrapes on my hands and arms with a gentle touch, his eyes crinkling with a reassuring smile.\n\n

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\u201cNothing serious here,\u201d William said finally.\n\n

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\u201cA few scratches, but you\u2019ll be just fine.\u201d\n\n

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Relief washed over me.\n\n

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\u201cThank you, Doctor,\u201d I said, my voice filled with genuine gratitude.\n\n

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Turning back to George, I handed him the empty teacup.\n\n

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\u201cI should probably go now. I can\u2019t thank you enough for everything,\u201d I murmured, feeling a bit shy.\n\n

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But George held up a hand, signaling for me to stay.\n\n

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\u201cPlease, Lucy,\u201d he said softly. \u201cIt\u2019s been too long since we last saw each other. Stay a bit longer.\u201d\n\n

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I was taken aback.\n\n

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\u201cWait\u2026 you know my name?\u201d I asked, my mind racing.\n\n

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George\u2019s smile widened, and he leaned back, his gaze warm and steady. \u201cDo you\u2026 remember me?\u201d he asked, his tone hopeful yet soft.\n\n

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I squinted, examining his face. There was something familiar in his eyes, that twinkle I\u2019d once known so well.\n\n

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\u201cWait\u2026 George? George from high school?\u201d\n\n

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He chuckled, looking pleased.\n\n

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\u201cThe one and only. It\u2019s been twenty-eight years since graduation, Lucy, and you\u2019re just as beautiful as ever.\u201d\n\n

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I laughed, feeling my cheeks flush.\n\n

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\u201cOh, stop it! I can\u2019t believe it\u2019s really you. All this time\u2026 where did life take you?\u201d\n\n

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We settled into the comfort of old friends, reminiscing about high school and the silly adventures we\u2019d had.\n\n

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George remembered everything, it seemed\u2014the way I used to doodle on his notebook, the way we\u2019d sneak out to go to the diner after school, even the time we almost got caught skipping class.\n\n

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We laughed about the good times, forgetting for a moment all the heavy things in life.\n\n

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Finally, he looked at me with a serious expression, leaning forward a little.\n\n

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\u201cSo, how has life been for you?\u201d he asked, his tone gentle.\n\n

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I hesitated, but his kindness made it easy to be honest. I took a deep breath and told him about my recent struggles\u2014the divorce, how my son wouldn\u2019t speak to me, and how I\u2019d lost my job that very day.\n\n

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\u201cIt\u2019s been\u2026 tough,\u201d I admitted, looking down at my hands. \u201cEverything I thought I had just slipped away.\u201d\n\n

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George reached across and took my hand, his fingers warm and steady.\n\n

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\u201cI\u2019m so sorry, Lucy. I wish things had been different for you. I can\u2019t imagine how hard that must have been.\u201d\n\n

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I shrugged, though my eyes stung a little.\n\n

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\u201cSometimes I wish things had gone differently, too. But life\u2026 well, it has a way of surprising you, doesn\u2019t it?\u201d\n\n

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George\u2019s face softened even more. He looked down thoughtfully before meeting my eyes.\n\n

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\u201cDo you remember our last night after prom? I told you I loved you,\u201d he said quietly, \u201cand you told me that it wouldn\u2019t work because we\u2019d be moving to different cities.\u201d\n\n

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The memory rushed back to me, bringing a bittersweet pang. \u201cI remember,\u201d I whispered, looking away for a moment.\n\n

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\u201cI\u2019ve thought about that night so many times. Wondering what if\u2026 what if I had stayed.\u201d\n\n

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He nodded, his voice quiet but full of something warm and hopeful.\n\n

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\u201cWe can\u2019t change the past, Lucy. But we have now. We\u2019re here, sitting together, after all these years. Maybe that means something.\u201d\n\n

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I looked back at him, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt a flicker of hope.\n\n

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\u201cMaybe it does,\u201d I murmured, a small smile finding its way to my face.\n\n

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We sat there in silence for a moment, the memories of our past filling the space between us. George squeezed my hand gently, breaking the silence.\n\n

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\u201cWe can\u2019t go back and change those years, Lucy,\u201d he said softly.\n\n

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\u201cBut we\u2019re here now. Maybe we can pick up where we left off?\u201d\n\n

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I laughed, the sound almost foreign to my ears.\n\n

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\u201cAre you asking me out after all these years?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cMaybe I am,\u201d he replied, his grin warm and hopeful.\n\n

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\u201cHow about dinner? Nothing fancy. Just two old friends catching up.\u201d\n\n

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The thought brought a warmth I hadn\u2019t felt in a long time.\n\n

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\u201cI\u2019d like that,\u201d I said. \u201cBut only if you promise not to run me over again.\u201d\n\n

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He chuckled.\n\n

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\u201cDeal. No more near-misses.\u201d\n\n

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Just a day before, I had felt lost, but now, sitting here with George, I saw a glimpse of the life I thought I\u2019d lost forever.\n\n

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I never imagined that an accident could turn into such a blessing. Life really did have a funny way of surprising us, especially when we least expected it.\n\n

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