Follow Learned

Yesterday I wrote about a car accident I had a few years ago. This is the epilogue

The Follow Up

I ended up hearing back from the OPP officer that looked after the situation. It turns out that after careful analysis the Ministry of Transportation determined that the patching job done by the gas station (around the corner from my office) was shoddy.

It was far from industry standard.

What they had done was no better than gluing some rubber onto the hole and hoping for the best.

The point at which they had worked on superheated to an alarming temperature, causing a rupture that had nowhere to explode but outwards. It blew the tire apart so violently that it split into three pieces and left nothing but the rim.

This was the information I needed to show that the accident was not my fault.

I e-mailed the head office of this particular gas station (a franchise operation) and informed them that the shoddy workmanship from one of their technicians almost resulted in me losing my life.

The e-mail I got back had a smug tone, asking for proof.

I stated I had a two-page report from the Ministry of Transportation showing that several stages of the patching process had been skipped. I then asked for a fax number.

I got no reply.

As I was not injured, I couldn’t really sue them. It was not my intention to get money from them anyway. I just wanted them to know that they had put someone’s life at risk due to their negligence. Perhaps the fact that I survived to tell them that they had done bad work would inspire them to take action to protect future customers from harm.

Unfortunately, they didn’t seem interested.

Lessons Learned

I didn’t really take my life for granted before this accident happened. I don’t take it for granted now, either.

I try to make sure I tell my friends how much they mean to me. I still do this today. People that know me understand that my compliments are always the truth according to me.

I learned that taking martial arts can really help you in a crisis. I don’t know which martial art contributed to my ability to loosen up and relax. But this go-with-the-flow mode that I seemed to switch into was definitely not due to reading or watching television.

I also learned that in spite of people having different beliefs (which is their right), a miracle is a miracle.

10 Responses

  1. Miracle….Noun…..
    1. An event that appears inexplicable by the laws of nature and so is held to be supernatural in origin or an act of God.
    2. One that excites admiring awe.
    3. Any amazing or wonderful occurrence.
    My definition of that is…Number 3. The one with the least connection to religious connotation. 😀 Regardless, I agree…it is what it is.

  2. I started of by reading your most recent entry… then found myself, reading the rest… from what I have learned, I have concluded that you are genuine, a romantic, and logical… best of wishes in future… keep up the blogging!

  3. I love how you could have died due to their negligence, and yet you still won’t name “them.”

  4. Although we’ve never met, I couldn’t be happier that you are still here with us! My favorite statement in this post is the last one.


  6. Man! I cannot believe they’d just ignore your letter to them like that. But on the other hand, I’m actually not that surprised. The way companies run, it’s amazing they stay in business. If you really think about it, though, it becomes apparent why this is so: People still give them business, because where else could they go? For the sake of convenience we comprimise so much.

  7. ‘A miracle is a miracle.” Amen.

  8. We are all very grateful for your miracle. 🙂

  9. good to hear that there was some resolve. Canadian tire is my guess! I know yousaid you don’t want money, but there should be soem recompensation for your troubles, no? Any new pics?

  10. Nope. Not Canadian Tire.

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