Now, if you've read all my blogs you might be thinking, you've done this before. Only you said you weren't actually physically hit by a transport truck, I bet she'll play this little trick again. And I bet now you're waiting for the kicker. Well stop being such a paranoid schizophrenic, my best friend was actually hit by a transport truck. But thankfully, She is okay. Her car, not so much.
We put so much value in our possessions that my friend wasn't all that grateful for her safety, she was stressed about her car, how she's going to get work and such similar things of non importance in the grand scheme of life. Now I love my friend dearly and I am not saying she is bad for doing this. This is a common thing among our generation and the generations before. We are defining our self by our possessions and not by our worth. It isn't our homes or our cars that matter, it's what we chose to do with our life and who we chose to be and how we chose to treat people.
