This accident reminds me of all the lessons my mother tried to teach me.
Her favorite: "Don't complain if you don't explain." So I try to explain to those who don't get it. Some try to understand. Some dismiss. Most are sympathetic.
I really now get living in the moment/present. Not angry about the past. Not fearful of the future. Just in this moment.
I'm slowly becoming the Buddhist my mom wanted me to be.

I wish you all peace.