It's the morning my Caseworker comes to see me, and I'm ready to leave with her for errands. Little did I know this day was to be very eventful. We head out with permission from the hospital, first to my bank and then to my apartment. Most of my prized possessions are going into storage, and I don't like that fact.
"How do you have so much junk?" She asks.
"Well, I've moved around so much in my life, leaving sentimental things behind, so now I don't want to leave anything behind or get rid of anything."
"You should be on that hoarder's show." She says jokingly.
I chuckle and we get going. Cleaning, packing, and stuffing the trunk until there was no room to see out the back of the vehicle. Her vehicle was tall, far off the ground and had a lot of room for storage in the back, but it still wasn't enough to get all of the stuff I had in the apartment moved to storage. By the time we left, we knew we had to make a second trip, but it wouldn't last as long on the second trip as it did the first, because everything was packed and ready to go.
On the way to my storage unit we stop at a red light meeting up with union street nearby to the Red Cross. The lady in front of us had a canadian license plate and had no clue where she was going. The roads were slippery, the wind was at lightning speed and we had plenty of space between our two vehicles. Then the lights turn green and as the Canadian lady starts to drive, we start to drive.
She stops abruptly. I see it all coming, but in the conditions of the road, the weather and the short reaction time, my caseworker cannot stop in time. I brace myself for impact, but it seems I only make it worse. Had my seatbelt not ben on I probably would've gone through the windshield, but now my shoulder and neck hurt.
WHAM!
Now the two of us have collided, her tiny vehicle smushed in the back, so badly that it looks like her trunk is an accordian. I see her laugh in the front of her vehicle. Meanwhile, my caseworker is trying to hide her frantic emotions and thoughts.
I have only to wonder if I had distracted her or the piles of my belongings packed almost to the ceiling moving around scared her at just the right time.
"What are we going to do? I'm going to be blamed for this. That lady shouldn't have stopped when she did."
She makes random funny comments that I can't help but laugh at, though I know the situation is too serious for laughter. Soon we will find out that because she's a Canadian driver and we ran into her, although it was her fault we did, it was now on my caseworker's shoulders. It became her fault in the screwed up justice system we have, and I go back the the hospital with a sprained clavicle and a pulled tendon in my neck.
I realize the justice system and the laws are totally screwed up; that my caseworker is going to be to blame even though the canadian is the one who made the ignorant move. No justice will be served, because the law has been distorted in too many ways to pay tribute to the true victims of society's ignorance.
