(Our guest blogger this week is Liz Fisch.)
I was on the highway the other day with my son beside me in the car. As our exit approached, I pulled over into the right lane, and within a few seconds, noticed a car right behind me, as close as it could be without hitting me. Something on the order of “what is this idiot up to – how dangerous” came out of my mouth (ok, perhaps the words were slightly different). My first reaction, though I’m not particularly proud to admit it, was to judge the other driver – and find him at fault. I was following the rules of the road, and I had precious cargo (my son!) in the car – what was this guy’s problem anyway?
As I proceeded down the exit ramp, the other car practically touching me, my son turned around and looked into the car. He said – “Wonder if they’re rushing to the hospital?”
In that instant, my entire perception of the event changed. I moved to the side to let the car pass me, and watched as it approached the top of the ramp, paused briefly, and proceeded to go through the red light, turning in the direction of the hospital a block away.
Wouldn’t I have done the same thing if my child or spouse or friend had to be rushed to the hospital? Of course I would have. Wouldn’t you?
My wise 16-year-old taught me a great lesson – and gave me another entry for my judgment journal.