It Gives Me Pause ....
The impact rendered her airborne because he was so much
bigger than she was. He had plenty of
time, but didn’t seem to even attempt to touch his brakes….His sheer size and
power rendered him king for the moment, deciding who lives and who dies. He was after all, a brawny dump truck. He up-shifted in the 40 mph residential zone
and his stack belched an uncaring black exhaust of smoke upward to the heavens
as he left the scene.
It was me, driving behind him that saw the full panorama of
what happened. I was four car-lengths
behind him. Only one of us was slowing
as we neared a school zone which would require 20 mph. Still, the oncoming cars had stopped
completely. As I said, he never touched
his brakes, not even for a second. It made
me sick to my stomach and I wanted to pull over to the side of the road and
weep for her – she rolled onto a lawn and began her confusing process of
dying. She had not traveled alone, but
certainly she was alone in her passing onward to wherever her spirit tended.
The other vehicles and I saw the whole herd of perhaps four
or five deer on the south side of the residential street as they leapt into
traffic to cross north-bound. The first
few made it to the grass and fled into the woods – their momentary gamble of
crossing had shook their calm demeanor even before It, that terrible thing,
happened. The very last one, a young
doe, tried to pour on the speed as her hoofs scrambled for traction on the
pavement. The truck had plenty of time
to stop, or even to pause to make her way safe.
He did not.
I have a few compound words that have crossed my brain in
his regard. I was tempted to tailgate
him and give him a hand signal a little more singular than a five-fingered
wave. But if he didn’t respect her life
to pause for a second, why would I think he would respect mine? It disturbed me that we were so close to a
school zone – what if that had been a group of kids bolting across the road?!
So this whole incident begs the classic question I ask
usually once a week: What the HELL is
the matter with people?!
Two months ago, I was driving to work and was quite
disturbed by a sequence of events that unfolded. I merged onto the freeway via the ramp. I had plenty of time to move one more lane
over into the flow of traffic which was spaced out quite generously. However, the guy that was far back in that
middle lane in his kick-arse jeep decided I was too slow for his liking. (And by the way, I am not a slow, pokey
driver by any stretch of the imagination.)
He rode right up my backside and then passed me on the RIGHT (illegal)
and cut in front of me (illegal), and then touched his brakes (just plain
stupid).
Now I ask you: how
would he feel if I reacted, slammed on my brakes, was rear ended, and then
subsequently hit by a few cars in the flow of traffic and killed? Because, in fact, that was certainly one of
the options that could have played-out.
For whatever reason, way behind me, he took something personal and
decided to deliver a message by his bad behavior. Any law enforcement officer who witnessed
that behavior would have ticketed him for “road rage.” I did not realize it at the time, but I could
have taken his license plate and called it in.
I’m sure that even though he turned onto the westbound ramp to the other
freeway, they could have picked him up pretty quickly. Next time I will do exactly that. But I hope there is never a next time because
it was kind of scary. Scratch that “kind
of.” It was just plain scary.
Let me take this opportunity to remind everyone that
vehicles are machines and as such they are dangerous. With this knowledge comes
responsibility. Slow down. Turn off the cell phone. Don’t text because you won’t be ROTFL if you
hurt someone or some animal and damage your vehicle to boot. Think about LIFE when you are driving – and
how so much depends on YOU and your care for what is going on around you. Be present in the moment. Don’t drive drunk, high, thoughtless, angry
or stupid. I imagine, for some people
that means they have to turn in their car keys.
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