Now, I’m Angry

First, the good surprise.  Remember when I said that the Christmas cactus that was given to me by Dolores had no buds and would probably not bloom, this year.  But, I was wrong.  After giving me blossoms three times during this year of COVID, it now has three buds – with more to come, I’m hoping.  Of course, if I get to head north on the Wednesday this article is published, I won’t get to see them in full bloom.  Maybe, Daughter #1 will photograph them and send the images to me when they “show their stuff.”

But, here’s the anger.  I was picking up my monthly cache of meds at my pharmacy, talking with Sandy who was getting them ready for me.  To do this, she needed to step down one step and was clearly in pain doing so.  In addition to being a compounding person at my locally owned pharmacy, Sandy owns her own veterinarian clinic, and I thought perhaps one of her patients was the cause of her difficulty.   So I inquired about this “hitch in her get-along.”  She explained that about two and a half weeks ago, she was the victim of being hit by a car.  No, the driver did not stop and assist her.

Sandy has a vision difficulty, and I suspect does not always see well while walking across roads and traffic.  When the vehicle collided with her, I refuse to believe that the driver of that vehicle was not aware that he or she had hit something or someone the size of a human being!  The collision resulted in Sandy spending several days in the hospital with a broken leg.  She also has a brain injury accompanied by confusion.

What kind of people do this to another human being and ignores the consequence that they have created?  And, when this happens to someone I consider a friend, you can see the steam coming out of my ears!  How dare they hurt my friend?  I want to track them down and stuff them into a sock … or something worse.  I want to pick them up by the heels and bounce them up and down on the sidewalk.  And, that’s not all.  I could go on with planned punishment for such people, but I won’t.

I know that we are supposed to love our neighbor.  Forgive those who trespass against us.  Turn the other cheek.  Etc., Etc., Etc.  But, when this happens, I feel as though I can’t do that.  I want them to receive punishment for their deeds.  And, I know that because no license plate was recorded, and there were probably no witnesses, that is not going to happen.  Except I do believe “they will get theirs.”  I’ve lived long enough to have seen similar transgressions visited from one person to another to know that given enough time, sooner or later, the perpetrators do “get theirs.”

I am also upset with myself; that because I’m leaving town on Wednesday, I cannot even offer to help in the coming weeks.  I don’t know how long it will take her to recover complete.  Or, even if a completely full recovery will happen for her.

So, yes, I’m angry about this.  And, I can literally do nothing about the situation.  But, I’ll make an attempt to remember the good things.  Like a fourth blooming this year of Dolores’ gift of the Christmas cactus.

Be safe and be well.

The Cranky Crone

Thoughtful comments are welcome.