A sense of proportion

I was driving home from Swindon this evening, having parked the car there to take the train to Cardiff. Just as I was approaching the village the phone rings and I have a tearful daughter who has just being involved in a car crash back in Swindon. After a couple of minutes of panic I work out she is OK and drive back. It turns out that the other driver was the same age and I arrive there at the same time as his mother. Both of look at the damage (the cars cannot be driven home) and simultaneously say thank god they are all right, to hell with the damage. OK there is shock and fear, but they are alive. All I can now think is thank god the lesson was learnt at 20 mph not 70mph.