My Luck

I have other posts lined up, that I wanted to get out this week, but this is just too unbelievable that I just HAD to share.

We all know by now that I have unusually bad luck.  Which is strange because I used to be REALLY lucky!  I'd win things on the radio.  I always had my raffle number called.  Not anymore!  They say that there is power in your subconscious thinking and that if you think positively, positive things will happen.  I don't think negatively, but I am a realist.  I do imagine the worst possible scenario so that I'm prepared for everything and I don't get disappointed.  I don't think that's being negative about things.  I feel like I'm an encourager to friends and I'm a generally happy person, but I am grounded.  Who knows?  Maybe that's my problem.

So here's what happened...
Yesterday morning I was running a tad bit late for work.  I'm driving up to the entrance of our neighborhood, which is literally a square.  I have to make one right-hand turn before the straight-away and then I'm to the main high-traffic road.  I'm approaching the stop-sign at the main road with a car in front of me.  They're inching out into the intersection and I'm patiently waiting (seriously!  I know I was running late, but I was patient) when all of a sudden they throw their car into reverse.  I see the reverse lights and beep my horn and then lay on my horn when *crash*, I'm hit. 
Can any of you tell me you've ever been front-ended?  Not rear-ended...front ended!?!
I didn't think so because only something that crazy can happen to me.  Who in the world puts their car in reverse when they're attempting to drive straight?  And if they do, who in the world doesn't check behind them when they decide to reverse?  I'll tell you who.  The teenagers who hit me!  I'll give them the benefit of the doubt.  Maybe they thought they were too far out into the intersection and they felt they needed to back up a bit.  That's fair.  LOOK INTO YOUR REAR-VIEW MIRROR BEFORE BACKING UP!

My car has a bit of damage.  The hood is slightly pressed in like a accordion on the passenger side.  And I'm the idiot that didn't call the cops.  I just took down their information.  Not wise on my part.  However, they looked scared and didn't know what to do (had no clue what an insurance card was or where to find it) and I was desperately trying to call Kevin to get him to walk out to the "scene" and he wasn't answering (all 20 calls).  I could have walked to get him, but I didn't know if they'd take off.  Regardless, insurance has been contacted and my car is being appraised for damage today, so things are moving along.  I don't need a lecture.  In retrospect, I know I should call the police for any "accident" no matter how small and I didn't, so I'm the fool.  I got it.  I have enough guilt about it now that I won't make that mistake again.

Then it hit me yesterday afternoon...maybe they did it on purpose.  Who would believe it that they backed into me at a stop sign?  It would make sense that I rear-ended them because of the damage to my car and none to theirs.  Maybe if I'd called the police, they'd have believed me.  But there were two of them and only one of me.  If they insisted that I hit them, who would take my side?  And that's true with the police report or without it.

I'm just praying that when my insurance contacts their insurance, that they'll admit to reversing into me.  I'm also a just person, so I'm always pulling for justice to prevail and the truth to be honored.  That doesn't always happen in this world.  Hopefully my luck will turn around...or at least won't get worse!  And in the large scheme of things, no one was injured, so that's a blessing in itself!