"You're the girl whose dog saved your life, aren't you?"
It's sometimes strange how people from different parts of your life remember you, the things they associate with you.
Last night, attending a reunion for junior high school, one of the girls present met me with the question quoted above.
She added, a twinkle of tears in her eyes: "The girl whose dog sat down in the middle of the road, stopped that car and dragged the driver over to where the hit-and-run driver had left you to die? It was such an amazing story!".
To which I could only answer: "Yes, that's me".
There was a twinkle of tears in my eyes too at that point. It sure was, and is, an amazing story, but one I rarely touch on these days.
Because that was me 17 years ago.
Today I'm more used to being that columnist or blogger, the media journalist or technology commentator, even the girl who writes for VG.
But yes, I'm that girl whose dog saved her life too.
As I've blogged more about here, he's the one whose amazing actions have made all of these years after the accident possible.
Had this happened today, my dog would probably have had a Facebook-fanpage set for him. As it was, I did set up a blog for him when he died in 2006 but it was quickly forgotten in the stream of deadlines and workday-demands. Not sure if I even remember the password now.
But it struck me the other day, when I saw a friend add the journalist who covered my accident and its aftermath most intimately as a Facebook friend, that had I the inkling to do so I could probably add most of the key actors of that drama as Facebook-friends.
Because most everyone, be they people you remember with fondness or fury, are on Facebook these days.
As it was, this accident happened towards the end of 1993, long before internet and social media had become the part of our society's infrastructure it has today.
But luckily, the guy whose car my dog stopped (we've met once on a TV-show where my dog was the guest of honour) did have a mobile phone to call 911 with... even that was all too rare in those days if my memory serves me correctly...