It is summertime and there are children everywhere
Riding their bikes and scooters in the street
Spraying each other with water from the hose
Laughing as they run throughout the neighborhood; enjoying these free days
Seeing them reminds me to slow down, remembering my own childhood,
and the fact that children are
and that it is my responsibility, as the adult, to yield to them
Today as I sat waiting for a red light to turn green, I noticed a young man walking alone
I said a quick silent prayer for him
and another for the young man's family
and then another
for the young man that I am currently raising
I felt tears forming...
And as I merged onto the freeway, another car almost collided with mine,
and my anger and frustration intensified
Maybe the driver in the white car just didn't see you (or)
Maybe he's distracted because he is heading to the hospital to visit a dying family member (or)
Maybe he is late for a job that he really cannot afford to lose (or)
Maybe he is just an idiot going nowhere
It didn't matter, I decided to yield
People do things for different reasons, and I cannot control
I can only learn to control my own because it only takes one bad decision to ruin a life
I need gratitude and grace everyday... so I must also give it
And when I see a person who appears to be out of control,
I cannot let my anger and frustration intensify to the point where I become like them.
Instead I am learning to yield because I realize that my yielding does not mean yes.
It means holding back, restraining for a moment so that unnecessary damage is not caused.
Because I now know that...
There are times to yield, and there are times to yell
and it is our responsibility to learn the difference
After all, aren't we all still just student drivers?