It is not my fault

There is this guy. A guy I know rather well. All of his life he has been the wild type....you know, the "bad boy."

I knew this guy all my life. He had been in countless accidents and smashed countless cars. Most had been just with his reckless driving and far exceeding the speed limit. I remember one of those nights. "Don't worry, I am always in control," he would tell me. But, I knew this was not true. If he was always in control, how come he was involved in so many accidents? Well, this night, I had no choice but to ride with him. Wouldn't you know it, he had to show off. Yes, we ended up hitting a tree. Thank God, we were only doing about 25 miles an hour when he tried to make that 90 degree corner. Hey...."that was not my fault"....seemed to be his favorite words.

One time, he never told me what happen to the young child riding in the passenger seat on the lad's way to school. He was doing in excess of 100 miles and hour and broadsided the young boy's car. Representing himself in court, he was able to get himself out of any wrong-doing. Hey, "it was not my fault."

Now that he is a father, of three children, with the oldest being in the military. "Hey dad," the eldest son would say. I need $500. I was riding in a buddy's car. I opened the door and it was accidentally dented. "Dad, it was not my fault." Only two weeks later, father gets another phone call. "Dad, I wrecked my bike." A brand new motorcycle the son had for less than a month. "A guy swerved in front of me....it was not my fault."

I will not say if this story is true or fiction. But, it might be something to ponder on.