Hit and Run
Last Tuesday I watched a car lose control on the freeway, hit the side barriers twice, and careen to within 1 foot of my car at 65mph. In a calm panic, I held my foot firmly against the brake pedal and my hands angled the steering wheel just enough to get out of the car's path. Needless to say, it scared the crap out of me.
Apparently the main culprit was a white car that was trying to change lanes without looking, causing the other car to swerve out of the way and lose control of the vehicle. The white car had apparently sped off, possibly unaware of the damage it had just caused. By the time the spinning car had come to a stop, I was already pulled off the side of the road calling 911 to report the accident.
"Is anyone injured?"
I hadn't even had the time to think about who was in the vehicle. I looked back in time to see a young woman, not more than a year older than myself, get out of the car, apparently unharmed. She was extremely fortunate.
As I sat there, allowing her to use my cell phone, I quietly thanked God for my own safety and hoped that better fortune would await the young, nameless woman.
When I finally was able to drive off, after the police officer had come, I slowly processed what had just happened.
By no fault of her own, the young woman had become victim to another person's irresponsible actions.
Sometimes, I feel just like that car.
I allow myself to become the one car, spinning around on the freeway, only because another person could not handle their own vehicle. I'm slamming myself into walls, meanwhile, the real culprit continues at top speed down the road. Who knows if they are even aware of the damage.
What if I could switch over. Why do I have to be the car spinning in circles on the freeway? I would much rather watch the accident from a distance, adjust accordingly to avoid any collision. I wish I could act the way I did, slowing down, changing lanes, adjusting my life to avoid the one car collisions of others.