Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Thursday, September 3, 2015

I could have killed someone. Thankfully, I didn't

While coming back from Handsome's school the other day, we were driving down a 5 lane road, that, in most instances, is steady traffic.  The speed limit is 45, and average speed is 50.  People swerve in and out of the 5 lanes to get the best position, or to get in the right lane to make turns or u-turns,  I drive this road every day to work.  In the 3 miles it takes to get there, I always witness people texting, driving way over the speed limit, following too close, and idiots trying to cross the road in the middle, rather than walk to the cross walk,  It's 5 lanes in each direction.  I've seen pedestrians hit for making this stupid choice.  I am always watching out for anything.  Especially when I have precious cargo,
So, we are heading home.  We are in the second lane from the right, and I notice a man on a scooter coming out of a shopping center on the right.  I start to slow, not knowing which lane he is going to turn into.  My Dad  always taught me to be an defensive driver and be mindful of all possible situations.  Thanks, Dad.  He makes it to the first lane and gets his duffle bag caught under his wheels.  He tries to drive over it and at this point I am almost at a stop.  The scooter takes off over the bag, dragging the man with it.  They spin out and stop on the ground less than 5 feet from the front of my car, which is now completely stopped.  I am lucky no one was directly behind me to ram into me.  So is the guy on the scooter.  As we sit there watching, the kids and I, the man picks up the bike and, in frustration, slams his helmet to the ground, which then travels to the next lane,  It sits there for about 30 seconds before another car comes, runs it over, and drags it a hundred yards down the street.  The man is just standing in front of us, cussing out the car and throwing this tantrum. I could have gone around him, but I didn't.
I took the opportunity to tell my kids how differently this could have turned out.  I never text while driving and rarely even talk on my phone while in the car,  I could have been preoccupied if the kids had been bickering, or acting up in the way kids do.  So many things could have gone wrong.  I could not have been paying attention when he first came out, I could have assumed that I had the right to my lane and never slowed to begin with.
 I stayed where I was.  I stayed because I was afraid for this man if I moved.  Afraid another distracted driver would not be aware of him in the middle of the road.  He never even acknowledged we were there, 5 feet away from him, for more than 5 minutes.

Please be aware of other drivers.  Put your phone down.  It's really not that important.  Please be a defensive driver and focus all your attention on what's going on around you.  Please get there safe!

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