An apology for near-disaster
Thirty minutes ago I nearly hit a man on a motorcycle on my way to the library in Salisbury.
I was careless in that I did not see the man due to the blind spot in my vehicle. I was not on the phone, I did not have the radio on, and I have never caused an accident in my 30-plus years of driving. I am an endorsed motorcycle rider myself. I know to keep an eye out. As a matter of fact, I was admiring two bikes as opposed to the actual three at the previous intersection. It wasnít until I actually cut the third rider off attempting to change lanes that I realized what I had done. By the grace of God I did not hit the man.
I was so shaken I stupidly tried to apologize at the next light. His dear wife dressed me out, and I had it coming. No amount of sorry would ever do, and I take full responsibility for my actions.
Sir, I want to say to you that your rapid, defensive maneuver saved us both from disaster. Even with the best of intentions people make mistakes. I am so sorry. And yes, I will be more careful.
ó Cassandra Haynes
Spencer