Dear X,

Sunday Independent (Ireland) - - News -

IT’S al­most 18 years later and you are a per­son who still oc­cu­pies space in my mind — not a lot, but I think of you oc­ca­sion­ally. I won­der how you are and what you are do­ing with your life.

I used to see you in your lit­tle car driv­ing around the area. I won­der if you ever give me a thought?

Who am I? I’m the woman who hap­pened to get in your way the day you de­cided to take your sis­ter’s car out for a drive — even though you were barely tall enough to see over the top of the steer­ing wheel.

I was out for a Sun­day af­ter­noon walk with my hus­band; we dis­cussed whether or not we would go to the lo­cal pub for an early evening drink or con­tinue our walk; in the end we just con­tin­ued our walk past the pub and down a dis­used road which was a short-cut back to our home.

You and your friend de­cided to take your sis­ter’s car out for a drive, in spite of the fact that A. you were un­der age, B. you didn’t know how to drive, and C. you didn’t have the owner’s per­mis­sion.

You drove the car down this dis­used road, lost con­trol and ploughed into me, threw me up in the air and, as I landed on the bon­net of the car, you con­tin­ued for sev­eral me­tres un­til you hit a tree, at which point I was thrown on to the road, un­con­scious.

This was wit­nessed by my poor hus­band who didn’t know if I was alive or dead.

Well, I was alive and I have lived to tell the tale, but at what cost? For the past 18 years I have suf­fered ex­treme pain, dis­com­fort, op­er­a­tions, and reg­u­lar hos­pi­tal vis­its (con­tin­u­ing to this day), of which you are bliss­fully un­aware.

You know what both­ers me most? It is that you never, ever said you were sorry.

I think if you had had the courage to knock on my door and face me and tell me you were sorry, my jour­ney to­wards re­cov­ery would have been so much eas­ier. But you didn’t. And so I won­der how have you, the adult, rec­on­ciled all of this in your mind?

I hope you’re hav­ing a good life but I also hope that you oc­ca­sion­ally give me a thought and per­haps a wee prayer. Best wishes, F

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