If you’re anything like me, you’re always in a hurry. Never enough time to get everything done. I’m often impatient and stressed and I’m worse when I’m in traffic, always tapping my hand on the wheel, anxious to get moving and get home. If I find myself behind some slow poke, meandering along the country roads in front of me, like he has all day to get where he’s going, my stress mounts until I feel like I’ll explode. I have a hard time keeping my hand off the horn.
Some think I should “slow down, take time to smell the roses. Appreciate what’s around you.” I don’t have time. Life moves fast. Unless you move along with it, you get left behind. If I’d slowed down on my way home last night, I would have missed an opportunity. A truck fire, cabin ablaze, obstructed the opposite side of the road. No one in the vehicle, but it might have exploded. On my side of the road, I kept my foot on the gas. Nothing I could do, and I’ve seen enough of these mishaps to know what comes next. Others slowed to gawk, to “smell the roses”, or this case, the smoke and exhaust fumes. I kept my foot on the gas and wove around them (safely, I’ll add). I passed through the junction, just in time. Right after I crossed it, a patrol car pulled out, parked right in the middle, and blocked any further vehicle on my side of the road from proceeding. Who knows how long they had to wait to get home? They certainly had time to appreciate their surroundings.
I’m not saying you should roll over people in your haste, but there are times when it doesn’t pay to slow down and you just have to step on the gas.