There is a difference between people who panic and people who get flustered.
I get flustered and have a tendency to talk too much as I sort it out.
My sister panics.
She was in a car accident yesterday. The call I got from her son said she had probably broken her hand, crushed her chest and they didn't know how badly she was hurt. She was taken by ambulance to the hospital in a nearby city and admitted overnight.
This morning she discovered that other than a few bruises from the seat belt and the air bags she is fine. She was scared. When our children were toddlers her son got his fingers pinched in a huge door. She stood there crying and screaming while I took charge. She is a nurse! She has cultivated being scared, thinking it is feminine until now it is a liability.
That kind of response is going to cost her a fortune. Her friend, who was thrown into the dashboard, simply walked away. The car is totaled.
It was not my sister's fault that the guy who hit them ran a red light going 55 in a 30 mph zone, but she is not a defensive driver. I have been with her many times where my scream to stop was all that saved us. She thinks this lack of defensive driving is a cute womanly response. I find it scary. Also, this is the second time in three weeks that she has done major damage to a car. Last time she hit the posts at a local drive through. Twice!
She has also gotten lost going home twice, but none of this seems to bother her family. They chalk it up to being a ditzy woman. Eventually she will really hurt someone, or herself, and then maybe they will believe me, but it is a shame it has to go that far.
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