Oh! I did write about getting bumped in my electric car in The Sparrow gets initiated. That's where that body part comes from for today's HNT post.
I pulled the fender and drove it down to Cary Greenwood, a custom painter just south of the San Mateo Bridge. He's pricing the work very reasonably, and also trying to find a source for the color-flip paint that isn't going to be $250. The whole repair is going to be under $1000.
The lady who hit me has expressed expectation that I accept responsibility for a portion of the repairs. A year ago, I might have agreed. After all, there is no such thing as an accident! I'm really clear that the Universe conspires to put people together who have lessons to learn. So what lesson is available to me, as I look at the car's damaged fender? To make it clear for myself:
What issues come up for me?
Toxicity of resins and auto paints. Care and maintenance of "things." Relationship building with fellow humans. Care for fellow humans. Conversational opportunities of a vehicle with missing parts. Events happening "on accident." Respecting craftsmen. Honoring the flow of money and energy. Worthiness to have nice things.
That last one feels like what this lesson is about. Do I deserve nice things? I can MacGyver better than most. From the deep place that is before, above and beyond understanding, do I know that it's okay for me to have nice things? And to spend the time to keep them nice?
Is it okay for even accidental relationships to support me in battling entropy?