Bobbie hit a deer. She was heading back to school and it was dark and rainy. She called me nearly hysterical and again I couldn't understand what she was saying. Even though she was about 40 miles away and it was 10:30 at night, Tim & I went up to see how bad it was and drive her the rest of the way to school. She was still shaken up when we left her. She's really upset about hurting the deer. She doesn't know if she killed it or not. She's more worried about that than she is her car, but she's worried about her car too. Her right front lights are out, right mirror is gone, and the doors are dented so much she can't open the passenger side ones. I kept assuring her Uncle Tim could fix it and to not worry, but then she'd think about the deer and start crying again. She's a vegetarian, so this is a really big deal to her.
A state trooper was there with her by the time we got there. He was very kind to her and tried to get her to call us because we were so far away and have him follow her, but she really wanted to see her mom I'm so grateful to him for staying there with her until we got there.
I don't know when this girl will catch a break, but man she needs one. It's just been one thing after another for her and she's so sensitive. I told her it gets better, but the early adult years are rough. I tried reminding her of the fun she's been having at college and assuring her she'll have more fun soon. When I left her with her roommates, they were cooking (again!) and being very kind and sympathetic to her. I think they'll help her a lot. The one was saying, "you should be pissed at that deer for messing up your car!"