Plan "B"

Um, where do I start. Sometimes the planets just line up and things happens, and there's nothing you can do about it. But this lack of control doesn't have any affect how I feel about them. This was a weekend like that. Had I done anything differently, it would have been an otherwise fun and uneventful weekend. The more I keep playing it back in my head, the more I keep thinking I should have spent 5 more seconds here or shaved 5 seconds there. I could have avoided everything. It's no use though.
I'd accepted an invitation to a wedding in Monterey, California. This was my 3rd trip to Monterey this year - yikes! I was picked to drive and we had an otherwise uneventful trip all the way down. Since I was behind the wheel, Kim was subject to my collection of mid-80's disco. We were about 1 mile from Lover's Cove, the location of the wedding, when all of the sudden ... well, there's probably something in my insurance policy that prevents me from discussing the accident. Long story short, Kim's sore and bruised and achy and my truck is soon to be a soda can. I am otherwise no worse for wear. There's also a carload of South Koreans in a dented rental who are having a very different vacation than they had planned. I feel horrible about Kim's injuries. Almost to the point that I don't want to call for fear that she'll have bad news for me. I've been calling every day anyway to check up on her.
I feel wierd about what happened and I'm just waiting for the lawyers to make their money at the expense of these poor Koreans and me. I've learned from experience that noone wins except lawyers in cases like this. Be it car accidents, death of a loved one from natural causes, someone looking at you cross-eyed, whatever. Believe me when I say that I'm no friend of a zealous lawyer.
It did get me thinking though. I used to pray that God keep bad things from happening to me. Makes sense, right? But in that frame of mind, how am I supposed to deal with events like this? I was setting myself up for failure and disappointment. Instead, I've decided to pray something else. God, let me learn something from the things that happen in my life. I think I'll grow more if I treat my life as a series of learning experiences. It seems to be the most healthy outlook I can muster right now.
P.S. I didn't bring my camera, so there's no picture of the day - and "yes" I'm kicking myself for it.