Nothing can justify that you were a reckless driver that night, that you cost me my scooter, my two front teeth, and my memories of that day, that I lost weeks of my life dealing with injuries and emotional fallout. But at least you stayed. It could have been a hit-and-run; you could have left me to deal with the medical bills and insurance companies without ever having a clue of who did this to me. At least you called the police, gave your statement, accepted the ticket. That in and of itself is enough for me to forgive you.