My colleague is maneuvering through heavy traffic. It is start and stop, stop and go. We are stopped when we are rammed from behind. I snap my head around to see what monster of a vehicle has hit us. It’s a small tuk-tuk. My colleague does not get out of the car, doesn’t show any anger, doesn’t show any acknowledgment of the crash. I look over at him. He shrugs and says, “Sometimes that happens.” This is my new motto.