Today I had to go and clean out my car.
I had to walk back up to it's normal looking self, and go around to the passenger side which was all banged up.
I was faced with the reality that it could have been SO. MUCH. WORSE.
The car? Looks like it's going to be a write off. It will be more to fix it than it's worth.
But it's a car. It's replaceable. It's old and though a mighty car filled with memories, it is just a car.
So my (wonderful) SIL drove me (slowly) to the lot where it was being held. She helped me load all of my crap that ends up living in my car (Papers. Books. Clothes. Things I had bought while doing errands earlier that day - The usual when it feels like you half live out of your car) and we put it into boxes and bags and loaded it into her car.
There were a lot of random things in my car. Old reciepts. Sweaters. Unopened diet cokes. The general life and times of a twenty something who loathes cleaning her car.
But every time I took something else out, or looked somewhere in the car..I found pennies.
I stopped counting after twenty.
On the floor of the drivers seat. On the back seat. On the floor. Under the seats. In the trunk.
They were everywhere.
I have no idea where they came from. I had some change in the front of my car..but it was all still there, being it's normal change self.
Everywhere I turned though? There were pennies. Tons of pennies.
After seeing the damage...after days of the same sequence of events playing out in my head on repeat...after realising how much worse it could have been...
Seems I needed the luck.
It may not seem like crashing your car could be construed as lucky in any way, shape or form..
But today? I know just how lucky I am.
The pennies reminding me were just icing on today's cake.