I had never been involved in a car wreck before. I had only seen it on TV and heard a couple of stories from my friends about their personal experiences, but

I never thought it could ever happen to me. My dad had told me several times that no matter how good a driver you are, hope and pray that you’re never in the wrong place at the wrong time. I didn’t really think of what he said until last fall.

It was a rainy Sunday morning in Lagos, Nigeria. It was cold, damp and dark. My dad and I were on our way back home from church when we stopped at a red light. All of a sudden, we heard a loud crashing sound and it sounded a lot like something had hit us, so we got out of the car to see what was wrong. To our shock, there was a man at the back of the car. There was a huge dent on the trunk and the man was lying on the ground next to a motorbike. His hands were bruised and he looked like he had lost consciousness and he was lying face down. I was so scared that

At the hospital, the man told us that he had just left an auto shop where some mechanics had just given his bike a tune up. He said he was on his way home when he noticed that the bike wasn’t running like it should have been so he decided to go right back to the auto shop to make a complaint. It was on his way back that he hit out car. He said that as he approached the traffic signal, he tried to slow down but the bike wouldn’t. He started yelling that his breaks were out because they wouldn’t work. Obviously, someone at the bike shop must have tampered with the brakes and the fact that it was raining heavily didn’t help at all. He said he couldn’t get the bike to slow down because the road was very slippery. He was almost running of the road onto the sidewalk, so he deliberately ran his bike into our car to stop it. I was totally shocked by this story. My dad asked him why he did that because he could have ended up hurting a lot of people or even killed himself but at this point, all he could say was how sorry he was. After a while, we left the hospital and all I could remember was what my dad had told me before. About being at the wrong place at the wrong time and he was just happy

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