If you regularly read my blog you know that my commute to
work takes me about an hour. I’m going
to tell you about this morning’s drive.
Fruitville Road is very long and covers quite a bit of
distance. It starts at the west end of
Sarasota where it is a whisper away from the Gulf and runs straight
through to the east end where it almost
comes into contact with a different county but doesn’t quite get there. Each end dead ends into a major road. Driving West to East, once you cross under
I-75 the landscape changes from city to country and the scenery is
beautiful. Wide open fields, cows,
donkeys, horses, and goats are all a part of the roadside show. I fantasize that I live somewhere along the
way in a big house set back from the road and my only job for the day is to
take care of it and my animals.
This morning was like any other. I gave Poppy his treat to distract him from
me leaving the house; I locked the door, got in my car, and made my way to Fruitville
Road. About 10 minutes later, still on
Fruitville in the city of Sarasota, I noticed a school bus in the far right
hand lane with its yellow lights flashing.
“That’s odd,” I thought. In the
almost three years I have been making this commute and all of the different
times in the morning I have done it, this has never happened. The bus’ lights change from yellow to red and
the “STOP” sign swings out from the bus’ side.
I can now see a little boy running down the sidewalk to the stopped bus. The little guy was late and the driver was
outside of the normal routine to pick him up.
Question resolved.
The bus then cut across all three lanes to the far left turn
lane and the incident was forgotten until about a half an hour later.
Once Fruitville Road is no longer a part of the city proper,
it goes from straight to winding and changes from six to two lanes. I had my windows open because after the long
and very hot summer it was finally cool enough to do so. The breeze whipped my hair around as it blew
through the car. I was loving it until I
drove around one of the bends and saw a car in my lane coming towards me. It was passing in a clearly marked no passing
section of road. “Holy fuck,” I said out
loud as I gently applied the brakes and started to point the car towards the
shoulder. I looked in my rearview mirror
to check on the actions of the driver behind me because I didn’t feel like
getting rear-ended, either. I could see he or she was slowing down,
too. Looking ahead again, I figured that
the oncoming car’s driver must have stomped on the gas as it moved like hell passing
the vehicle in front and then flew back into its lane.
Now I was talking to myself.
“Well. That was exciting!” I pulled back into my lane and sped back up
to the 55 mph speed limit. Mind you, as
hair raising as it was, it took seconds to take place. Once again I checked to see what the car
behind me was doing. Apparently they were more effected than I at the prospect
of a head-on collision because it took them much longer to move from the
shoulder of the road back into our lane.
Even when they accomplished that, they were driving much slower.
Now I ask you - what if that little boy wasn’t late for the
bus? What if the school bus driver
thought too bad so sad and decided to teach the boy a lesson about being on
time and not make an extra stop to pick him up?
That probably ate up the same amount of time it took for the crazy
driver to successfully complete the illegal pass without taking someone’s life.
Once again I and those around me were saved from something
that could have ended up badly. I bow
my head and thank the Universe. Timing is everything or is it Karma at work? Some would say it was a wonderful gift of
coincidence. Others would give God the
credit.
To quote the song written by Pete Seeger and sung by The
Byrds "Turn! Turn! Turn! (to Everything There Is a Season)" which is based upon a passage from
the Book of Ecclesiastes:
To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
I think it simply was not time for it to happen.
