|The Choices We Make.
||[Oct. 28th, 2004|08:50 pm]
Everyone has the power to do good or ill.
I almost hit someone today on a left turn . . . I was blinded by the setting sun, but it wouldn't have been a sufficient excuse if I had been quicker on the left . . . I would have pounded the guy. Instead, I thanked in quiet prayers my fortune to just miss clipping him, and I moved on down the road.
Then, someone pulled into a driveway just as I was about to leave a small village . . . I'd parked on a side street, and this luxury sedan pulls into the driveway, but not all the way, sticking me in-between a parked car in front of mine . . . and his quarter front panel.
I honked my horn, merely staring at him, then staring at his car. He glared back . . . in a moment of less-than-human trait, the suit-man, he continued to glare at me. Then, he started up the front of the walkway to the house.
So, I jerked my car back a bit, grinding against the curb, just to demonstrate that the only way out is through his q-panel with my shitty Chevy car. The temptation to back into his luxury sedan became quite pleasing to the thought. He took his time, returning with his date, and they got in the car and pulled out . . . to leave with no further escalation.
I didn't want to hit that guy, and I'm glad I missed him, on both counts, the blinded-by-sun street-crosser, and the aloof gentle-suit-man. To me, they were the same person, the one I do not wish to wrong.