Here’s your 300-word story:
I never thought getting hit by a car would be the best thing that ever happened to me.
But life is strange like that.
It happened on a Tuesday. I was rushing across the street, late for yet another soul-crushing shift at the call center. My mind was elsewhere—bills, deadlines, the suffocating feeling that my life was going nowhere. I didn’t even see the car coming.
The impact wasn’t as dramatic as in the movies. No slow motion, no flying through the air. Just a sharp thud, a flash of pain, and suddenly, I was on the pavement, staring at the sky.
The driver, a woman in her twenties, rushed out, frantic. “Oh my God, are you okay?”
Surprisingly, I was. A sprained wrist, a few bruises, nothing serious. But the accident forced me to stop. Really stop. For the first time in years, I had no choice but to rest. No work. No stress. Just… time.
And that’s when everything changed.
While recovering, I picked up an old sketchbook I hadn’t touched since college. I started drawing again. Then painting. Then posting my work online. To my shock, people liked it. Someone even offered to buy a piece. Then another.
By the time my wrist healed, I had made more from my art than in a month at my job. So, I quit.
I still think about that day, about how a random accident saved me from a life I hated. If I hadn’t been hit, I’d still be stuck in that dead-end job, still running in place.
Funny how life works. Sometimes, the worst moments are just disguised beginnings.
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