It's amazing how things can change in your life in such a short time. Even more amazing is how you can be blissfully unaware of the diesel speeding in your direction, hell-bent on running you off the road.

You're motoring along happily, not knowing that in other places, distant from you, events are happening that will affect your life, and you get no warning that you are about to be the victim of a horrible crash. Because you and your little car just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

You may never know what events led up to the crash. Did the driver of the truck just not know or care who else was on the road? Did he fall asleep at the wheel? Did the diesel blow a tire, break an axle, throw a rod?

And really, what good would it do you to know the reasons why? It won't change the outcome, won't make you feel any better, it only makes you feel more helpless and unimportant and banged up.

Face it: you were merely a speed bump.

You drag your little car back on the road, shocked and shaking, a little dizzy from the 180° spin, your anger at the careless driver starting to build. Doesn't he know how dangerous the roads can be for little cars? Doesn't he care for the damage he left behind? Did he think this was just a game, a diversion, a moment of fun on the highway of life?

Words won't comfort, talking won't help, apologies are empty; nothing will make things all better.

Your life gets dented, and there is no insurance to pay for the repair.