I was returning home from a doctor’s appointment last week—a good one, too—carotid arteries still clear after surgery five years ago! It was hot and humid and there was heavy traffic; I wanted to get home and sit on the deck with a nice glass of lemonade. Ah, but that wasn’t going to happen!
I decided to take the Taconic Parkway as I needed to make a stop in Yorktown. Traveling in the middle lane on Westchester Avenue, heading for North Broadway, the lane to my left was the “left turn only” on to Bloomingdale Road and The Westchester. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a white flash on my left and a split second later I heard a loud “crunch.” Oh *#!*, my car had been hit!
Carefully crossing into the right lane, I pulled over partially into a car dealer’s driveway, managing to get out of traffic; the other car followed. As I exited my car, I could see the damage to the back door, fender and bumper on the driver’s side. The other car had heavy damage in the right front. However, I was very cool and had it all “together” when I met the other driver. She looked to be around my age and seemed bewildered (come to find out, she was four years younger than I. Oh, well, sometimes I feel older than the world).
“I did something stupid,” she said.
“Yeah, I think you did. Are you OK?”
“I’m OK. How about you?"
“I’m OK, too,” I answered.
“What do we do now?” She seemed so uncertain.
“Look, it’s hot; why not sit in your car and keep cool,” I offered. “I will call 911.”
Within minutes of my call, a police cruiser was on the scene. As we were examining the damage, the police officer suggested we stay in our cars, out of traffic—of course, everyone was doing the human thing, slowing down to see what was going on!
He smiled, said we were very organized as we handed him our licenses, registrations and insurance cards.
The officer went back to his patrol car. A little while later, he returned with our documents and gave us directions on how to get copies of the accident report. He reiterated to me what the other driver had said about doing something stupid and that the accident was her fault, that she carelessly moved over into my lane—and there I was in all my flags-a-flying glory!
“Be thankful no one was hurt. Cars can be fixed. At least your cars are drivable.”
As I prepared to get back on the road, I mentioned that my son-in-law is a detective with the NYPD.
He smiled and said: “Please thank him for me for helping us serve and protect.” I was overcome with emotion hearing those meaningful words.
I was very impressed with this police officer. Not only was he professional in manner and appearance, but he was kind and patient—had a great smile, too. He’s a credit to the White Plains Police Department. God bless you and keep you safe, young man.
Ruthann can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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