I had the weirdest weekend ...
I met ... the man who knocked FB off his bike back in Dec.
I met him at ... a barmitzvah party in north London.
The party was one which a year ago we wouldn't have been invited to due to a family rift that's been in place since 1983 and only recently healed.
The driver is a very close friend of that side of the family and has been since just before the rift happened.
Our last email exchange dated 21st April:
I don’t know if you’ve been informed, but am sure you would like to know that I have received a cheque from your insurers on (FB)’s behalf.
I understand that this whole procedure has happened much faster than is commonly the case and I have no doubt that is entirely down to you not contesting (FB)’s version of events. We are and always will be grateful to you for facilitating the process. It is clear to me that you are a decent and good-hearted man and I am only sorry that we had to encounter one another under such circumstances.
I wish you and your family well for the future and thank you again for all you have done to minimize the trauma of the accident.
With warmest wishes.
Very good to hear from you and that all has worked out. My insurers did not inform me even though I had asked them to and expressly requested them to act efficiently.
Most importantly (FB) is well.
Please send him my regards and maybe some day our paths will cross but on a happier note.
Stay well and regards.
If this was written in fiction, it would be described as a credibility-stretching coincidence.
Truth. Stranger. Fiction.