The Curse Of My Forgiveness

Thanks to the forgiving side of my demeanor, my car's rear end now has a scrape from one side to the other.

Last night while waiting for a traffic light to turn green, a loud thump is heard as well as felt from the rear of my vehicle. I get out and see that this pick-up truck is practically inhaling my car's "ass". Upset, I look towards the guy and all he has to say for himself is: "I'm tired. I've been awake since 4AM. I'm really sorry." Due to the lack of quick responses and competence of our Island's police officers and the fact that it was almost 9PM, all I could say to the man in an angry tone was: "Please, go home and get some rest!"

I neither had the time nor patience to do otherwise. My wife and I are okay; it wasn't that bad of an accident. But I now have a scratched bumper to serve me as a reminder of my life's curse: being too forgiving.