As I was driving home from yoga class today, I noticed a line of cars waiting to merge from the entrance ramp onto the freeway. That’s odd – usually there are no lines on the weekend… As I got closer, I saw that a car had spun around on the ramp, and was now facing the opposite direction from what it should be. Uh oh…. That’s a terrible position to be in. I have done that once – I hit a patch of ice on the freeway, and lost control of my car. Fortunately a metal road median stopped me; unfortunately when my car came to rest it was facing north-bound when it should have been pointing south-bound. I still have instant recall of how my body felt in those moments – how frantically and furiously my heart was beating, how short and choppy my breathing was, how violently my hands and legs were shaking… God, it was terrible. Today my heart went out to the driver on the entrance ramp; I’ve been there, sister.
As I approached the freeway ramp even closer, I saw that a few cars had parked along the shoulder of the entrance path…and that a few people had gotten out of their vehicles…and that several men were working to physically turn the car around for the distressed driver.
In our “out-for-myself” society, with our strong tempers and short fuses, on this truly bitter cold day, I was simultaneously shocked and delighted to see people stop, help, and care for a fellow traveler.
Compassion was alive and well on the freeway today.