Wishing Well

Coins lay on floor near gas and brake pedals.

    A volcano erupted in my car. A multitude of coins—the ones I use for paying tolls—flew out from a compartment inside the console. Pennies, dimes, quarters, and nickels landed all over the place. They covered seats, mats, and even penetrated below the cushions. My car’s interior resembled a wishing well.
    Another car had struck me from behind. The impact had sent the coins flying. It happened while I was preparing to make a turn.
    Seconds after the crash, I exited my car. My bumper was damaged.
    Consumed with anger, I approached the other vehicle. It was a Ford Fusion. Part of its front end was crumpled. The driver was partially visible behind an air bag. He wasn’t injured.
    We both knew the accident was his fault. He got out of his car.
    “How could you have hit me?” I said.
    “I didn’t see you.”
    The man extended his hand. “I’m sorry.”
    For a moment I looked down at his hand. Was this guy being sincere? My gut told me his gesture was on the level. I shook his hand. Right away, my ill feeling for the man eased.
    An apology has a powerful effect.

Left: Damage to my bumper. Right: Damage to other car.