Thank you George for being there yesterday with me. I was rattled and when you said “I saw that son of a bitch” I didn’t feel so alone. When you stopped your station-wagon to give me the description of the vehicle that hit me, I wasn’t thinking about the $500 deductible that I would have to pay to get my car fixed. You told me your name and I was immediately comforted. Little did you know… George is my favorite name.

I was in shock and angry that the Tesla that hit me thought we were playing bumper cars, except my car didn’t have a side bumper and we weren’t at Disneyland. I was emotional because I was reminded of my PTSD  that and I am vulnerable whether or not this was a tragic accident. Nobody got hurt, but the blatant disregard of speeding away, after at the very least, ruining somebody’s day is hard to swallow. And George, you gave me exactly what I needed in that moment. You were angry for me and protective of me in a way that was so endearing,especially coming from a stranger.

When it comes down to it, it’s so basic isn’t it? Being reckless has consequences and we have to be held accountable in order to heal those wounds. Granted, the situation would be a lot worse if I didn’t have the money to get my car fixed. I’m privileged in that way. What if that wasn’t the case? What if- not having a car would mean, not being able to drive myself to work? Or what if I got seriously hurt? The driver didn’t care to bother him/herself with any of these scenarios. The driver was on a mission, and the only  person that mattered in that experience is THEM.

I see this mentality being celebrated and validated and it makes me so nervous. I tweeted something that Marco Rubio said in a debate about “America being a country, not a planet” in regards to climate change and responsibility. Yes, I’m taking it out of context but the underlying theme of a lot of this dialogue is “worry about yourself”, “concern yourself with now”, “the future will happen regardless with what we do today.” Yes, it’s easier to speed away and not deal with the wreckage. But here I am, cleaning up your mess! Someday, somehow, someone will have to deal with it.

George is one of the good ones. George keeps people accountable. George knows when and how to do the right thing. It’s that simple.