Road Rage!

  Wow, I almost didn't get to my ARK (Act of Random Kindness) today . . . I was coming home from a doctor's appointment in an area of town I really wasn't familiar with and I realized at the last minute that I was in the far right lane and needed to be in the far left to make my exit.  I turned on my signal and tried to ease over, but the guy to my left sped up and would not let me in!  I kept trying but he stayed right in my way.  He pulled up beside me as I was approaching the last chance for my exit and I threw my hand up in a gesture as if to say, "hey buddy, what gives? Let me in."  This crazy guy became enraged and stayed right beside me for at least half a mile, making obscene gestures and I could see the rage in his face and in his actions.  If I sped up, he sped up--If I slowed to let him by, he slowed.  It actually got a little scary but eventually he screeched off (of course, too late to make my exit).  I was really frustrated and a little bewildered. I kept wondering what in the world would cause a person to get so angry?  All I wanted to do was get over and he easily could have slowed to let me in.  What is happening to our world when we can't take a moment and be courteous to another person?

I just couldn't believe someone was so mean for no apparent reason.  At that moment, I felt like the character of Evelyn Couch in "Fried Green Tomatoes" when a couple of young girls whipped into her parking spot and told her off for no reason.  She wondered why someone would be so mean.  Then, pushed to her limit, she turned into "Towanda" and proceeded to smash into the girls' car!  Well, I didn't turn into "Towanda," but I sure wanted to.

Still shaking and scratching my head, I decided to turn my anger into something constructive. The rest of the day, I tried to be a more considerate driver.  I let people get over when they needed to. I allowed people to merge and turn in front of me.  Ordinarily, I am oblivious of others when I drive, but I took the time to look around and reach out to others from behind the wheel of my vehicle.  It felt good.  It also didn't cost me any time and I had a stress-free drive.  I'd also like to think that the people I was considerate to appreciated it and maybe made them less-stressed too! (One can dream, can't they?)

     And as for the guy with "Road Rage" (and you know who you are, Mr. Silver Subaru on Rt. 417), I hope your day gets better and I will pray for you!

If you judge people, you have no time to love them.
— Mother Theresa