By Jordan W. Charness
Mia has three sons. She is now getting on in life and her children are all grown up with kids of their own. Unfortunately, her husband passed away a few years ago, but she is still relatively healthy and lives on her own. Her three sons take very good care of her.
But, sometimes things happen when you least expect them to, and when they are entirely not your fault. A few weeks ago Mia parked her car in her garage in her apartment building, in the usual way, and in her usual spot. She locked the car doors and made sure she did not leave anything visible inside the car that might tempt someone to break in. In short, she did everything she was supposed to do.
The car she was driving was somewhat new for her, in that it used to belong to her son’s company, but he transferred it to her name a couple of weeks ago so she could use it on the odd occasions that she still went driving. Imagine her surprise when she got a call from the police at ten o’clock at night to tell her that she had been involved in an accident with a drunk driver.
She had absolutely no idea what the police officer could have been talking about and was somewhat flustered by the whole conversation. The officer asked if he could come over to discuss it with her. She asked if he could wait an hour or so in order for her son to come and join them. The police officer readily agreed.
Although the car used to belong to her son Jack, she called her youngest son Joe for assistance since he was the one who most often helped her out. Joe immediately made the half-hour drive to his mother’s apartment building where he met her and waited for the police to arrive. It was now 11 p.m.