yeah, I still have a long way to grow...

I got home from a Costco run with my aunt and just started to unload my car when I heard a car accident on the road behind me and a couple houses off to my left.

I didn't see the accident, but I saw the car that pulled away--red jeep, adult male driver who appeared hispanic or India-indian, got his plate # but did not see what state it was from. I didn't think it was a Tx plate. I wrote the info down and then I took my dairy into the house and put it away (was that rude & insensitive or practical of me? I dunno)

Then I took my written-down info to the guy. He was pretty shaken, had a bruise and what looked like a puncture on his right forearm, was walking very stiffly. Both airbags had gone off, the front end of was crushed in. He was very grateful for the info, he was on his cel phone to the cops, I guess. Another neighbor had pulled over to help and tried to get the car to move to the side of the road but it wasn't going anywhere.

As I headed back to my house, making sure the guy was Ok and didn't need anything else, I looked back and saw that the bus was stopped behind the car, unsure if he could drive around and between the werecked car and cars parked on the curb. I heard a woman in a truck screaming "move it, asshole!"

I fought back the urge to yell "Get some compassion, you FUCKING BITCH!" back at her...

It was a hard fight, and I still feel like I shoulda yelled that.