It was 4 in the afternoon and I had go for a Football match. Then I was in high school just in my teens and football meant everything in this world. In my new bicycle distance meant nothing. Actually to me it meant independence and thrill of speed. Road that I used to take had very less traffic and I was at my fastest. In one of the bends I saw a man coming at leisurely speed from the opposite end and somehow I knew that I am going to crash into him. I just lost my balance went straight towards him at my menacing speed. Seeing me veer towards him that man stopped in his tracks and alighted from his cycle. Before he could take any evasive action I went and crashed into him. He fell flat with the cycle on him and me with my cycle on top of that. Somehow he extracted himself and then he helped me get up. I was quivering with fear seeing him hurt, though nothing serious.He smiled and then said “Thank You.” Bewildered I looked at him, he was grimacing in pain but again said,” Thank You and Thank God you were riding just a bicycle. Had you been driving a car then…….”
Well I have used similar statements later on when I was hit by Motorbike thanking for riding a motorbike and not driving a Truck.Interestingly these incidents or rather these undeserved backhand compliments do help the wrong doer correct himself or herself better then full fledged fights that happen after every mistake that is reprimanded in public.