My daughter and I leave the house every week day at the same time. (If you know me you know this is true). We have our mornings coordinated – the radio comes on (WBFJ with Tonia and Vern… and Wally) – and we go through our routine. We left his morning on time and that is when it began to happen.
- The second road we turn down to get out of our neighborhood was blocked by “tree people”, though we could not see where the tree was they were dealing with, there was a lot of equipment and “tree people” working on something. So we were forced to take a detour route to exit our neighborhood.
- A white car with a white lady in it found herself in the same predicament (see #1) so she decided the best way to turn around was a 3 point turn right in front of us (she may have been 30feet away when she turned into our lane). Because I was not driving fast we did not hit her.
- The white car with the white lady in it decided to go 10 miles per hour in our neighborhood (the speed limit is 25). I think she was texting on her phone. This delayed our trip even further.
- I turned down a road in our neighborhood in an attempt to get in front of the white lady in the white car. We were now 5 minutes behind schedule.
- As we were about to turn on the main road and exit our neighborhood, the white lady in the white car drove by us. She looked at us and smiled (actually the look on her face was odd but I think that was her smile… maybe?). It seems she found her gas pedal.
- When we turned on the main road we caught up with the white lady in the white car. It seems once she saw us it reminded her to test her breaks. I wanted to tell her they were working but she turned down the road we normally take and I decided not to follow and took an ALT route.
- The next 5 minutes was great until we got off the highway. At the top of the exit in front of us and turning right was a school bus. It’s been my experience that school buses in our area run stop signs but they do not turn right on red. I’m good with that, (the not turning on red thing) the kids need to be safe.
- There were 4 cars in-between us and the school bus. The vehicle in front of us was a truck. A Dodge Truck. When the light turned green the school bus and 3 of the vehicles in front of us made the light but the Dodge Truck (Ram) just couldn’t seem to get moving fast enough to make it through the light while it was green. Maybe the truck didn’t have the power to go up that steep of a grade.
- It seems that Dodge Trucks ALSO do not turn right on red. (there wasn’t a “do not turn right on red” sign at that intersection BTW)
- The light turned green and by this time we are way behind our schedule. I am not sure where all the traffic came from but we moved down the road at about 25 miles and hour (the speed limit in our neighborhood… see#2).
- We finally made it to the high school but the car line moved very slow. When we rounded the corner where we drop off our children I then understood why we were being delayed. For the first time ever there was a man that was functioning as a crossing guard for the students who drive to school. This is a good thing (really). He made sure the students were safe as they crossed from their parking lot through the car line to the sidewalk on the other side. Good News – My daughter made it to school on time.
- The return trip home for me went as normal until I met a trash truck on my route home. As you can guess, there was no way to pass the truck safely. There were about a dozen of us stuck in the same predicament and more were joining our little “trash truck club” by the minute. I finally was able to pass the trash truck.
- 30 Seconds after that I found myself behind a “Mayflower Movers” tractor trailer truck, with a little white bread truck behind it (that had been converted into a moving truck). I am still not sure where they came from, they were not members of our “trash truck club” (see #11). These vehicles were not in any hurry to get anywhere. Probably because they were trying to follow their GPS to get to their location and the tractor trailer truck was really too big for the road we were on. I was behind them all the way to my neighborhood.
- Upon entering my neighborhood the “Tree People” still hadn’t found the tree they were suppose to cut (see #1) so I had to take the detour and finally I made it back home, in barely less than an hour.
So what is the take home from all of this?
Either God wants me to slow down or learn patience.
Either way both occurred.
Nothing happens by happenstance.