I have trouble explaining this in English, but I was exactly where I was supposed to be: on the right side of a crossover, as close to the side as possible, exactly where you should be as pretty much any Dutch person can tell you. I was in plain sight, the man was waiting until he could cross, he accelerated, made a tight turn...
The man was very cooperative, so I see no reason to get police or legal stuff involved. I mean, those are for disagreements, right? There was no disagreement. He just messed up. I had no interest in seeing his license gone or whatever, he was a fine driver with a bad day. We parted as friends. I don't hold any grudges as a rule.
As for me being not very risk-averse, first of all, I never jumped from one building to another, and second, well, that's a whole new story.
On that note: listen closely, it's story time...
I have always been very calculative, all the time. However, there's no point doing calculations if you don't know what you want to reach. I decided at quite a young age that I, above all, wanted to help. Help people in need, more specifically. Save people, ideally. So yeah, I suppose I wanted to be a hero, but definitely not for the fame or name. Being a hero would just be a positive side effect of the goal: helping, saving.
Now, knowing that, back to my calculative mind. First of all, I tried to remain calm in pretty much all situations. To increase my chances of helping/saving people, I realised I could use some helpful skills. I also reckoned that learning those skills is the most efficient way to spend your average lunch break.
There was a lot of bullying on my first school, so I ended up protecting the ones who got bullied, usually meaning they wanted to fight with me next. I used 2 skills for that situation: I learned to fight, in case I couldn't run or they would ignore me and keep bullying their first target, and I learned to escape, because I think fighting should be a last resort. Also, if you're outnumbered, you don't want to face a lot of people at once.
Fighting is irrelevant for my point, so on to escaping. Escaping is the skill I used/trained most in various ways. I became very fast, agile, and I learned to climb all kinds of things in order to escape. If you think that last one is a pointless skill, let me tell you that I used it to actually escape in some bad situations.
Now back to my calculating mind again: with me trying to help against bullies so often, escaping really became a primary skill, and every so often, I needed to climb to escape. And if you are going to do something sooner or later anyway, it's best to learn it at ease instead of when you're with your back against the wall. That's why I practiced climbing buildings and trees. As I said before though, only when I was sure I didn't bother anyone with it.
So, at some point, I was experienced in all those skills, and I left that school. I kept training just in case, because my goal never changed, up to this day. I did so in a safe manner though. I didn't take any risks, I first eliminated all risks before doing something. Honestly, the riskiest thing I did back then was probably running, because I might trip. The climbing thing wasn't like that because I had everything completely thought out before I started, with backup plans and everything.
Then, the car. I have since wanted to try it again some day, but by the time I sort of recovered, all the places where I don't scare the crap out of people when getting on the roof were gone. There used to be abandoned buildings, but they all got removed... Tree in our garden got removed...
I think I might be able to do it again if I tried, and I want to try again, and I have done tougher things, but for now I'm just a guy who isn't the fastest, strongest, most agile or best climber, even though he fought the hardest for it.
I'm the guy who dedicated so much to be able to save people in a way few others could, but is now just another guy, thanks to his dedication. A guy with the heart in the right place, with his soul intact, still eager to help, but still...
Don't get me wrong. If someone had to get hit by a car that day, I don't mind it was me. I think that if it was your average guy, he wouldn't be able to walk the way I do now, although that might be wishful thinking. With my calculating mind, I always had a plan for all kinds of situation. I knew what to do the moment I realised where the car was going, and I think it could have ended much worse if that were not the case.
I recently realised I really lost something that day. I lost part of my rather unique lifestyle, if I may say so. Yes, I cried the second I realised it, but I'm happy I realised it. It means I can start getting it back. After all, I've been through worse.
I suppose I also got something in return: almost every day, I try to stand up, and almost every day, I'm happy because I'm standing again. Because I'm walking again. Because I'm ready to help again, should I be needed. It drives me.
I hope you learned something today, krellin. A good day to you, my friend. And not just today.