So I’m speeding down our neighborhood’s main arterial road to pick up my son from school on time. Not recommended, I agree. But, I know those roads, I know the traffic at that time, I am a terribly safe & cautious driver, I wasn’t driving under the influence… Whatever! Judge me for all I care 🙂
Anyway, moving on.
I see a lady, a couple of blocks down, who wants to cross, but she really isn’t. Not that I slowed down or stopped to give her the option to do so. My bad, I know. I whizz past her, only to find that she’s giving me the finger! Rude, I know. But from her POV, I was the jerk. I agree.
I was annoyed, but I did make a note to myself. Going forward, if I find a speeding lady (and yes, it is mostly ladies, who speed on residential arterials), most likely, she is a stretched mama like me. Which means, if I’m the lady trying to cross the street, I need to give her the benefit of doubt, instead of getting all ‘look at these car jerks’.
I often find myself revisiting life’s little lessons, such as this one, when I’m at the receiving end. And, interestingly, I have been in this rather privileged position often, since the kids came along. Next time around, I’ll be more empathetic, rather than judge.
On a lighter note, would I be as ‘forgiving’ or ‘understanding’ should a guy be speeding by? Good question! He very well could be a ‘stretched dad’ (or not, depending on whether he’s sporting an Armani suit, listening to blaring hip-hop in his posh convertible…. You get the drift!) 🙂