I got a phone call from R, who’s off playing in Vegas. He said, “I had a car wreck. I need the insurance.” I said okay and headed out to get the information. I’d actually made it all the way across the house before I even thought to ask, “You’re okay, right? You’re not hurt?” Hours later I think of that and am amazed. Many people, R included, have found me to be a pessimist and a worrywart, but him being injured was not the first thing I thought of.
And he didn’t start the call with the ubiquitous, “I’m okay” either. Though when he called back about it that was the first thing he said. I doubt he remembers our first conversation much at all.
He is fine and so are the other people who were in the wreck. Our insurance will cover it. He’ll get a ticket, though. Out of state. He hates to pay those. I always pay them. This one he sounded like he thought he deserved though.
I am glad everyone is okay.