Mbra12, you did the right thing. I only wish the same thing had been done for me.
Background to my story: In England I was coming out of a church driveway, in my (old style, 1980's) mini. The exit was on a blind rise and with cars parked on the road, it limited visibility. But I proceeded very slowly, keeping an eye out for traffic.
Next thing a sleek BMW passed by and screeched to a halt. A man got out of it swearing, cursing, his lady friend sitting pretty in their car. He also threatened to kill me! He wanted me to get out of my car to take a look at a scratch that I had made with my car.
I was s*%t scared and refused to get out of the car and had even rolled window up (I am a very petite woman, under 5ft high). I saw the scratch, acknowledged it and we exchanged details so that his car could be fixed.
Nobody seemed to be about to assist me, nobody from the church seemed to be around. I was left shaking and traumatised by the man's fury.
Later, on reflection, the scratch was in the wrong direction - it had been previously damaged, but I couldn't say anything.
The man turned up at our house the following week, when I was at church at my then husband was resting from a night shift, asking money for his repair - with a receipt for the repair work.
I was scared of people, more so of strangers. I couldn't answer the telephone for quite a while, hated going out on my own. I got to work - work and my house was the only place that I felt safe. I became a recluse at church, and started having panic attacks. Nobody seemed to care what I had gone through even though I had explained. It was always "but you have to go to church". I eventually left that organisation. My then husband was supportive of me but not when it came to leaving the church organisation.
I've not become a hardened person. I still suffer from panic attacks and hate being on my own; hate hearing people getting angry.
Maybe I'm too soft and too sensitive but that is me.