The last time I was in Hong Kong, I was standing on a streetcorner, waiting for the light to change, to cross the street. It did. As I got to the other side, I noticed that there was a young lady, looking at her phone. BAM, this guy bumps into her very hard and her phone goes smashing to the ground. She picks it up and I could tell (at least) the screen was broken. The guy kept walking not giving the incident a second thought. The young lady stood there staring at her broken phone and watching the guy walk off into the distance. I thought that was pretty fucked up.
 
You know, every now and then, I tell you stories about my life and my life interactions with people that are not all that appealing. At least not appeal to me as someone else is doing some fucked up something to me. But me, I always try to take the high road in these situations. As those of you who have been reading this blog awhile, you certainly understand this to be true.
 
I forget what stories I have actually mentioned. I know one of them was a year or two ago when this lady had obviously rescued a dog from a shelter. For whatever reason that dog hated men. I would see her walking the dog, on a daily basis, and the dog was always growling at men that he passed.
 
Me, one day, I had no choice but to walk past the woman, who was standing on the side of the sidewalk with her German Shepard. As I approached, the dog started really freaking out. But, my thought process was, animals always love me. Then, he broke loose from her grip and jumped at me. Just as I was about to defend myself, he knocked me over this knee level city water structure thing that I didn’t realize was right behind me. I flew onto my back on the ground. The dog didn’t bite me, but just sniffed me. “Get this fucking dog off of me!” I was pissed; obviously. When I got to my feet, I was about to call the cops but then I realized, was it really the dog’s fault? If I did call them, they would probably put him down. And, I love animals. I would not want to be responsible for that. So, I just angrily walked away.
 
I don’t know if I mentioned this one to you??? But, a few weeks ago, I was taking a walk with my lady one afternoon. Passing a supermarket, this way too old to drive man barrels out, not even looking, and runs over my right foot, just as we were passing the driveway to the store. I smash my hand into the rear window of the SUV. “You fucking ran over my foot!” But, he just drove on. That was hit and run. I could have called the cops. But, what good is that going to do? I could have sued him. But… That is just not the person I am.
 
To bring all of this up to today. Well actually, yesterday… A couple of weeks ago, this young African-American guy, who delivers the newspaper, (remember those), to people around my neighbor was driving. I was turning left and he was going straight. He didn’t stop at the stop sign and BANG, our cars hit. It was very minor, but we exchanged information and all of that. Seemed like a nice enough guy. He lived in Compton.
 
Anyway… I reported it to my insurance company. I took my car to the shop. They had it all fixed up, good as new, in about a week. No problem. Not fun. But, not the end of the world.  I thought it was all over.

Then… Yesterday… I get a letter from his insurance company telling me the accident was completely my fault. Are you kidding me! He shot the stop sign!
 
I thought the guy would be honest and man-up. Tell the truth. He seemed like a good dude.
 
I played it all down to my insurance company, and to his, so it would not hurt his standing. I thought I was doing the right thing. Helping him out. I guess that’s what being a nice guy gets you.
 
Because of all of this, I had to go and take a photo of the stop sign that he ran, where the accident occurred. I emailed it to my insurance company and to his insurance company. And now, I suppose, I am going to have to deal with it all over again. Something I just do not want to do!
 
Just stupid!!! A waste of time, emotions, and energy.
 
So, here we are in this world. Is it the right thing to go after anyone/everyone who hurts you, to whatever degree, large or small, no matter what? Or, is it better to be forgiving? I always fight with that question. I mean, a lot of people have fucked me over throughout my life. Even people I have gone out of my way to help. But, like I always say, hurt only equals hurt, and hurt is never good.
 
As stated, I always try to take the high road. …To be forgiving… But, when you do, like this latest life incident, sometimes it is you who gets fucked over in the process.
 
Tell me, what is the answer?