What Wonderful Luck!

'What a rotten day,' Bob Pataki thought, walking out into the sunshine. It couldn't possibly get worse. He was hung over from the party the night before, and had no idea where he was, or even how he'd got there. He had a lecture today, he knew that. And he was in a small town, looking for a pay phone to call someone to come get him. 'I've gotta stop drinking,' he thought, as he crossed the road. There was a screech of tyres and he looked up to see a blue car skidding to a stop, but not before it knocked him to the ground and everything went black.

*Miriam sat in her car stunned.

"Oh my god! Miriam you killed someone!" her friend screamed, jumping out of the car. Miriam slowly got out of her car and walked around to where the guy she'd hit was lying on the ground. People were starting to gather around.

"I'm so sorry!" she cried, bending over the man to see if he was still alive.

"Someone call an ambulance!" Miriam heard someone yelling.

She watched as he slowly opened his eyes and looked at her.

*"Whaaa?" he moaned.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I hit you with my car, oh my god, I'm so sorry!" a beautiful blonde with bright blue eyes sobbed. Bob blinked again. She kept going out of focus. Then she was pushed aside and a mans face came into view before Bob blacked out again.

Waking up the next day, bob stared at the ceiling dazed. He looked over to see his mother sitting in a chair by his bedside, eyes red rimmed and puffy. His father stood stony faced looking at him disapprovingly.

"This never would have happened to me. In my day we were gentleman, not crazed rockers thinking of nothing but plonk, sex and drugs. What were you thinking you fool? You think I spend money on your education for you to go running around the country side getting run over by cars?" his father asked.

Bob laughed. Why, he had no idea, but the look on his father's face was classic. So was the tone of his voice.

"No, you just knocked girls up in the back seat of the car, right Pa?" he said, laughing.

Hi father's face turned purple. "Hey, hey, hey, I'm saving your sorry carcass here, boy, you show me some respect!" his father growled.

"When you earn it," Bob replied.

"You'll never be any good. Your gonna be just another loser in the world," his father said, and walked out of the room. Bob looked at his mother.

"I'm sorry, mum," Bob whispered quietly. She just leaned forward and kissed his head.

"Your father loves you," she said. "He just doesn't know how to show it."

They both looked to the door when they heard a knock and saw a young woman standing there with a card, chocolates and soda.

"Um, hi," she said. "I'm Miriam. I, uh, I'm kinda the one who hit you with my car,"

Bob looked at her and something in him warmed. She looked like she was ready to cry. Then he noticed her get nudged in.

"I am so sorry about my daughter," a man said walking in. "I've paid your medical bills. My lawyer will be along in a minute to have you sign a legal document saying you wont sue my daughter," he carried on talking to Bob's mother who stood there not understanding a word he was saying, while Bob just stared at Mirium.

He was in love . . .