Hosanna

So about a week ago, I was in a car accident. The first one of my entire life and hopefully the last (not likely).
Anyways, the story goes that I was going to get some boba at Go Go Juice and about a block away from my destination, the traffic backed up pretty far from the next signal. The light then turned green and traffic began to flow, so naturally, I flowed with it. As I flowed, an oversized man at the wheel of an oversized truck (F150) decided to pull out of a driveway and cross all the lanes of traffic on PCH so that he could turn left (he told the insurance companies he was turning right--which raises another point that I will get to later) across a double yellow center divider.
Okay...First off, who in their right mind tries to cross six lanes of traffic on PCH ever!? But all hostility aside, let's get back the the story.
So instead of going all the way across the very busy street, he inevitably plows into my passenger side door so that it won't open anymore. Having heard the lovely sound of murdered metal and the jolt of a 2-ton truck ramming my side, I pull over. So does he. As we're talking and exchanging license and insurance information, he mentions that the reason he was pulling out of that driveway, the Enterprise Rent-A-Car driveway, was because he had gotten in an accident two days prior to this incident. Hm...
Later on when I got home with my car's side-skirt barely hanging on like my sister's loose bicuspid, I tapped into my secret physics abilities and discovered that the guy had at least 1.34 seconds to hit the brake. But whatever...
But after our nice little blameless conversation, I got back into the car to finish my journey to the infamous chill out lounge. Before he hit me, I was listening to a Hillsong CD so when I turned the car back on, the music started again. The song that came on was "Hosanna" which means "prase to the Lord". And that's about the moment I realized what that really means.
It's not really something that can be explained in the limited vocabularies we hold. I'd even be willing to bet that there is not one word let alone one billion words in any language on Earth that could ever fully describe what it means to praise the Lord. To honestly praise the Lord is amazing.
"Hosanna! Hosanna!" That is all I could say for at least 10 minutes.

But the plot thickens.
I guess to avoid paying a truck-load of money for his two "accidents" he told the insurance companies that he was pulling out to turn right (the same direction I was going) but my question is this: why would you turn right into the left-most lane--especially in heavy traffic?
He also said that I was merging (lie), which I suppose would fit with his fairy tale.
I don't know what I can do about this other than entrust it all to God. He'll make everything right. I have faith in that.
I thought and felt like I should be mad or sad or something, but I didn't feel like that at all; probably because I know God is truly good.

He really is.