When Bad Things Happen To Good People

[darklinensuit]

I stayed late at work (as usual) and on my way home a wrecker behind my car got on the median to pass me, jumped off, & side-swiped my car, scratching it & tearing off the driver's mirror in the process. I won't go into all the details - let's just say they involve him taking off & then later showing up at the police station where we bumped into each other, and where he tried to claim I hit him ( ), and where the cops said that though I did everything right, I couldn't prove anything. My word against his. Like a schmuck I begged him repeatedly to tell the truth. He never responded that he was, but just smirked, and since there were no witnesses that's that. The cops felt for me, saying the situation sucked & there was nothing anybody in my shoes could have done differently. I was beside myself. Money is tight & work is especially stressful now. You can imagine my frame of mind tonight, though I acknowledge this situation is nothing compared to the war in Iraq or the crap Brian's wife has been through. It still sucks. I was upset for the first two hours, and now I'm super pissed, the kind of anger you get when you are seriously wronged and there's nothing you'll ever be able to do about it.

Which brings me to my questions:

When was the last injustice in your life?

Do you believe in karma, divine retribution, or anything of the like?

Thanks for letting me vent.

- Jake

"Even though the living is sometimes laced with lies..."