While I was on vacation, I played voice mail phone tag through three time zones with the lawyer assigned to my case. [Another hint for legal professionals, when “you have good news,” don’t just leave a voice message that says that you have good news, leave the details of the good news so one doesn’t have to speculate or play phone tag for two weeks. Just saying!]
The words “settled,” “you don’t have to do anything else,” and “it’s over” made my day.
Last week, I got letter that had the following words in the first sentence.
"It was a pleasure speaking with you regarding the resolution of the lawsuit that was filed against you and defended by our office."
Once I fill out the questionnaire about the insurance company’s handling of my case, hopefully I can add it to the pile of documentation and finally close the drawer on this chapter of my life.
Last month contained the four-year anniversary of the accident. My driving record had been littered by minor fender benders, but this was the worse accident I had been involved in. It wasn’t pretty. Airbags were deployed. Glass was everywhere. Cars spun around. Others were stuck together. Most were totaled. A highway was shut down. Some injuries were reported. No citations or tickets were ever given at the scene. Three different households were involved. Unfortunately, litigation was filed. Depositions given. Paperwork piled up.
Honestly, it could have been so much worse. There could have been more vehicles involved. Catastrophic injuries and/or fatalities could have occurred. Tickets could have been issued. Totaling the car could have been the least of my issues. Believe me, I know how lucky I was.
I have so many people to thank for their support throughout this process.
My guardian angels were indeed with me that day. Once again, they were watching out for me – just like they had when they helped me walk away from my first accident, when I rolled the car into a ditch, totaled it, and had to climb out a window and slide down the side of the car.
I am so grateful to my former colleagues and friends who picked me up from the accident within 15 minutes, after I called them in shock and disbelief. They dusted me off and then supported me the rest of that day. Those same dear people were there the day I found out about the lawsuit, though they could have run interference and body blocked the process server. They also continued to be my transportation lifeline and moral support as the years rolled by. I literally could not, and still could not, get around without them.
My friends with legal training, and you know who you are, reassured me over and over and over again that this would be the end result. They shared with me their experiences with similar cases and let me know that I was in good strong and serious hands with my insurance company and their legal team. Let me tell you, you are, indeed, in “good hands” with that company.
Finally, many many thanks to my parents. They have proved steadfast and supportive despite hearing of this latest and greatest automotive catastrophe. Somehow, they have continued to trust me to drive their cars, a series of short-term loaners that ferried me around when I was away from mass transit. I know that it was mostly due to their many hours of prayers that I was able to call them with an update and hear the words … “Glory Hallelujah!”
Amen.
P.S. Thanks to you, readers, for all your prayers to your various deities of choice.
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