Picture a sunny summer day in New England. This was how my day started as I left home for my job at the camera store. Got in my MG, it started, and off I went. Parked it under the nice big ole' tree for a little shade, the only tree that bordered the parking lot at work. Comes 5:25pm, time to get ready to close up..suddenly the sky gets very dark. The darkness envelopes the parking lot until literally we couldn't see past the large windows of the shop. Then the wind picked up..strong winds..then the hail came. This was a freak summer hailstorm, a rare event. Then came the sound I can still remember vividly, 30+ years on. It was the sound of something cracking, a very loud crack. But we still couldn't see outside. A co-worker and friend at the time, (same woman who slammed my MG with my parent's car), jokingly said: "Wouldn't it be funny if that was the tree falling on your car...?" I laughed..until the storm cleared a short while later. We went outside, and there, laying across my car diagonally from the right front headlight to the left rear taillight, was my shade tree, the only tree in the parking lot. I glared at my friend..the joke was no longer humorous. My car was pretty much crushed, and so was I.
The good news: I had been trying to sell the car for months without a bite. My insurance ended up paying $1000 MORE than I had been asking for! I gave the money to my parents for them to buy a new car, (brand new Chevy Impalas were about $5000 in those days), and I got their old '70 Chevy, which still ran great. Also, had I left my job about five minutes earlier, or had the storm started five minutes later, I could have been sitting in the car when the tree fell on it. Several other cars were destroyed in town by that storm, but I don't think anyone was hurt. The destruction of the MG, though sad..ended up to be a blessing.