Friday, May 11, 2012

Doing things to help others

I usually have a hard time understanding why drivers are so rude. I understand wanting to get off the road because of the possibility of an accident caused by a stupid driver, but we all want to get home safely. The rules of the road seem to be gone, the passing lane now includes driving extra slow while in most states it is illegal to pass on the right. I actively move over after I have passed slower drivers so others will see it is okay to move back over. It is rarely reciprocated. I think most drivers are too angry to care right now.

Today, several good things happened to me. I even looked into my past to make sure I wasn't Not looking for those good deeds, but I remember how I am...I look at my expectations, remember to drop any of them that I recognize because it isn't fair to expect anyone to live up to my personal expectations, and I move on without anger. I am easy to please, I always have been though I did most of this kind of thinking in my head and on my own so I appeared depressed or as if I was never happy when that is far from the truth, I appreciate everything. Even little things. I would rather blow up good deeds big or small than the bad ones.

One driver waited for me to get over before he moved over. It was a truck, maybe 6 to 8 wheels making it maybe half the size of an 18 wheeler. I do that all the time, let off the gas so someone else can move over. Thank you for letting me over. There were a lot of slow moving trucks creating unnecessary traffic. We were all trying to get somewhere and we were being held back by other slow drivers wanting to move only slightly faster than the slow trucks.

After I merged from that highway onto the 2nd highway taking me home, traffic was oddly light for a friday. Friday afternoons are usually busy. This time there were a couple slow drivers in the passing/leftmost lane/#1 lane, but the lane next to it (the #2 lane) was clear. I had an easy drive home for the first time in a very long time. Thank you.

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