As I was making my breakfast this morning, I got a phone call from my daughter. On her way to school, she was involved in a car accident. She apparently rear ended a pickup truck. She is ok. Her car is not. I remember how it felt when I got in my first accident when I was 16, driving my parent's car. It was a large car - as most were back then - and I felt terrible totalling it on my dad. But all he was worried about was whether I was ok. And I was - no injuries.
So this morning, I was on the other side - I was the parent hugging my 19 year old daughter at the crash site and making sure SHE was ok. The car can be fixed - and if not, it can be replaced. She cannot.
It's a hard pill to swallow, lesson to learn, but hopefully everything will be fine.