Instead of blaming others, recognize that it was bashert
ITwas a day of deluge; the winter storm had swept the country, and the rain was pounding so hard you could barely hear yourself think. I was on the way to the office in Yerushalayim and regretting my decision not to work from home because driving was so difficult. The windshield wipers ran as fast as they could and still couldn’t keep up with the sluicing wall of water. Visibility was nil, with a huge fog settling, so you couldn’t see the car in front of you.
I was driving very slowly and breathed a sigh of relief when I finally approached the turn for work. Only a few more minutes and I’d be out of the inclement weather and enjoying warmth.
Crunch.
No.
The bus to the right of me took that moment to swing left to avoid a parked car, and yes, crunched right into the front of my car. My first thought was This is not happening! I’d just dealt with a fender bender two months before, when someone hit my parked car. Now another one? Why was this driver so negligent? Didn’t he know the weather made conditions worse so he had to be even more careful? I so didn’t want to deal with this.
But deal with it I did, on the side of the road, with the rain pounding my sheitel and soaking through my thin coat. I exchanged licenses and insurance information with the driver of the bus. At one point I went to take a picture of the damages and got both feet soaked to the ankles by the roaring torrents of water racing down the curb.
I finally finished with the bus and pulled up to work, drenched, freezing, and beyond frustrated. I had no time and no headspace for fighting with insurance companies, dealing with a body shop, and managing without a car while the requisite repairs were made. Why did that bus driver have to make my life miserable?
It wasn’t until later, once I was home, snuggled into a warm sweatshirt and nursing a cup of coffee, that I was able to think more clearly. Digging deep inside myself, I forced myself to recognize and accept that these circumstances had nothing to do with the negligent driver. It may have looked like an ordinary bus with wheels that go round and round, but Hashem was driving it.
(Originally featured in Family First, Issue 981)