It was dark ...I swear

It was dark and rainy enough to make driving difficult, as if being lost weren't difficult enough. I see the pass a corner pizza place and realize I passed the road I need to get out of this part of the bronx. I see a fenced-in parking lot and behind this bus I see the driveway where I can pull a U-ey. I hit the brakes. I Analyze the oncoming traffic. I Decide to gun it into the driveway. Cock the wheel, tap the gas, hit a pedestrian in the middle of the street, roll over his foot with my tire.
I ask if he is allright, he says my wheel is still on his foot. This was comforting because he was both conscious, and I don't think he wants to kill me. It was bad though, he was a valet for this parking lotso if he's clutching his right foot, he is definitely out of work for a while. It felt better when he stood up and started limping over to the fence. He said he could move his toes (which probably means no broken bones) and he wasn't complaining about anything else.
So 15 minutes pass an ambulance comes and they look at his foot. The paramedic doesn't seem to worried and the valet was pretty much able to walk to. I gave my number to the valet guy, James, and then get directions from the paramedic.
I felt like shit. This guy was out valeting like it was his job, which it probably was. Like a huge piece of income I imagine. I felt real insensitive by not being able to help him either. If I was rich I would have broken him off a couple bills to help him out. But I only have a couple bills and those were a cash advance on my credit card as it is. There was nothing I could but stay there and wait to see if the police would get involved (they didn't). Despite my lack of money, and any other mitigating factors, I still felt very guilty for hitting this guy.
He called me and told me he is going to be fine and isn't going to press charges, and he figures he would only be out a day or two of work