... if God isn't just barfing with the stupid things I do. I had this experience tonight that seemed awfully allegorical to my experiences nearly immediately prior. I'll share only the former. I was driving home from Sacramento & ran into a wee bit of rain on the interstate. I saw a car that was behaving rather erratically, no doubt the result of erradic guidance on the part of its driver. I pulled back a teensy distance to ensure safety, and not a mile later saw that very same car drift across lanes, overcorrect, hit enough water to lose control & spin into the car parallel to it. They both careened out of control, across the two lanes of traffic & coasted downhill towards me while spinning into the guard rails. I'm watching this happen & trying to stop slowly enough so as not to lose control of my own vehicle, nor to create a point of collision for the car behind me - and yet halt quickly enough to not smash into the already distressed vehicles. I manage to do so successfully, smack on my hazards & pull to the side to help. By this time I saw another car stop & race to the drivers & so I thought it best to call in professional help before attending to the possible wounds. I stepped out of the car in order to assess the situation better & was put in contact with the world's DUMBEST dispatcher. The wind nearly drowned her out & I was relieved when the call dropped due to inclement weather. I was not so relieved to be out in the frigid rain and otherwise unpleasant elements. I made my way over to the drivers & ensured their well-being before being on my way. For all the drama, they were both physically unscathed. I returned to my car and cautiously made my way home.
During that last leg of the trip I found myself marvelling at the impotent prescience I seem to possess. Indubitably I was aware of the pending disaster this moron driver posed. Furthermore, I was certain that I do not inherently contain the skills necessary to address all incidentals. For all that, I still couldn't bring myself to not partake of the flow of events. Even though this situation ended relatively well - I was still ill-equipped to be a player in "the game." And I wonder if God was just shaking His head, knowing full well that I drove full-speed ahead into a chain of happenings that I'd be horribly unable to cope with. I suppose I just think it's sad that I make as many mistakes as I do and that they're the same kind of mistakes - over estimating my abilities and engaging in arenas in which I'm hopelessly inept.
Wow, my first serious blog ever. Tawny, enjoy :)
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