I won't go into "Accident Report" detail, no need. I was waiting to turn left and when the light turned Yellow I had the choice to go or not. I chose not to. The car behind me assumed I was going to go and didn't break in time. He rear-ended me. Then he backed up, pulled around me and rolled down his window. "Nothing's damaged." he claimed. I, aghast that he would ask me to just trust him on that one yelled at him that I wouldn't take his word and got out of the car to check it. All the while wondering why he hit me when the two lanes beside us were clear. Brake and Avoid, buddy! Anyhow, the FIRST thing I checked when I got out of the car was his plate number. I memorized it, then looked back at my car. There was no visual damage.
We had some exchange, the man never got out of his car, and I knelt in mine to grab a pen and paper to note his plate number immediately. I can't get over how important that was to me at the time. But I know now why it was so important. It was the only thing I could think about. Of course, I was a little bit shocked.
As I stood back up and was about to suggest a location for us to pull over to the light turned green. He took off. I tried to watch where he went, follow him and see if he pulled off. But I couldn't find him anywhere after that.
Even though I was not hurt, and the car seemed fine I reported the Hit and Run incident. The car turned out to be OK and I never felt any pain from the accident. But the young man who hit me was issued a ticket for driving without a licence and without insurance. I know that both of those tickets are $550 each, plus $175 if an accident occurs in conjunction with a violation of a listed rule-of-the road. He should be grateful that no damage or injury was done.
I can not begin to tell you how grateful I am to have walked away from that incident unharmed. I can't help but think how blessed I was to have my husband home so that the kids were not in the car with me then. I have a Heavenly Father watching out for me, every step of the way, and I am not ashamed to admit that. Instead I had to share with you my little miracle. Some may call it luck. I call it Divine Intervention.