further reflection on getting hit by a bus

I didn’t mean to sound so tough or like I thought it wasn’t a big deal. It was a big deal and I am still amazed that I got up and walked away with a single scratch or bruise after being hit by a bus. All praise to Him! I also did call an American friend here who is a nurse and ask her opinion about going to the hospital. I am trying to take care of myself so please don't be worried.

I couldn't sleep much that night. I'm not sure if it was the replaying of the incident over and over again or caffeine induced because I spent the afternoon at the home of a Mongol family drinking my weight in milk tea. Either way, it gave me a lot of time to think about how grateful I was to stand up and walk away.

Of course getting hit by a bus was not a good experience, but there were so many circumstances that made it not a bad experience.

Many of my foreign friends have stories of falling (into manholes, off their bike on the ice, etc) and no one comes to help them. The lady and daughter who were walking across the street with me were truly kind and helpful. They helped me collect my things and even offered to take me to the pharmacy or hospital. I also sort of dreaded the driver coming over because I wasn’t sure if he was going to yell at me or what. He too was so kind and apologetic.

I also knew that when I got home and opened my bag, my computer was going to be broken, but not a single thing was wrong with it either.

I also know, I don't want to EVER get hit by a bus again and I have been extra-extra cautious when crossing the street these days.