My kids made my cry (and by kids I mean students).
And then I got hit by a car.
Seriously. Like me. My body.
I'm fine. I just got bumped (the guy was backing up and didn't see me. And I was watching traffic and didn't realize he was backing up. I got bumped. Fell down. I only have bruises and scrapes.
The guy didn't even stop. He saw, looked irritated that I was in his way, and drove off.
Now it's all good.
I hate these days.