The wicked gremlins of this busy world conspired to make my life as frustrating and irritating as my daily routine could muster. Setting off in my trusted vehicle, I ventured into the highway full of dangerously minded drivers, intent on making life as fast as its' short. My personal mission to arrive at my employ fresh and enthusiastic, ready for a day of satisfaction and hopefully achievement.
Motoring safely along, acutely aware of my fellow fools of the road. With the proverbial nut attached to their steering wheels, I anticipate that some drivers will lack any awareness of my safety, suffice to say even their own. The echoing sound of revved up engines as the sped past on various lanes at accelerated speeds, needed my utmost attention. Why are all the crazy people out at my time of use, on my stretch of road, going in my direction, why me? Did they telepathically know I was here, did they all plan this short sharp burst of insanity just to intimidate me. I began to think the highway gods had decided to test me, whatever idiot had a car had also decided to take their journey at the same time as my daily sojourn,
Beep Beep as they become the weaver birds of the road, Beep, Beep as they outpace each other, Why are all the speed police absent? Do the drivers know the traffic patrols are missing in action? There is enough chaos around me as would fund the police service for a year, if caught. I am a tolerant man, slow to raise ire, however severely tested on this day. I focus on my motoring skills trying to outlast nature's trial of skill and patience.
When I enter the outer limits of town I encounter my next inkling of conspiracy. I approach each urban traffic light when they all decide that I should stop and give way. One after another they ask me to stop and wait while every other driver is given priority treatment in my perceived thinking. Already frayed by a conduct of irresponsibility from my rival road users I am now submitting to anger and irritation, sadly no longer in control of my quiet, tolerant persona.
At the eighth consecutive traffic light stop I begrudgingly concede the crossing to a young teenage Down Syndrome girl. She stops momentarily as she crosses. She then turns to look at me with an infectious, innocent smile emanating from her soul. Following this she waved at me, greeting me like a long lost friend. Suddenly on the radio I hear a long forgotten melody that always warms my heart and suddenly the world is not such a bad place after all. I believe she knew I needed a smile and a wave. So she gifted it to me with exquisite timing and compassion. Bless her smile
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