Ever since the day I first got my learners permit I have loved driving when ever I had the opportunity. There are only a few exceptions like bad weather, cities, and the occasional road that really shouldn't even be called a road.
Over the years my driving record has been impeccable. I've never been pulled over, I've avoided becoming a snack for the hungry ditches along these winding mountain roads, I've never been in an accident of any kind including hitting an animal.
That changed on Wednesday night on the way home from Christmas pageant practice. A raccoon ran out in front of me and even though I did my best to avoid hitting it, I was not successful. A thud and a bump, and poor Mr. Raccoon was dead, as was my impeccable record.
Continuing on I kept hearing this weird noise. Surely a raccoon couldn't damage the van, but the longer I kept driving the less sure I was about that. Arriving home I looked, and sure enough, the front bumper was busted.
I wasn't very happy about the whole deal and heading into the house the children reminded me of the Pollyanna glad game from the book, Pollyanna. We tried thinking of something to be glad about hitting the raccoon. The only thing we came up with was we were glad it wasn't a skunk.