Two Mustang driving douches followed me on my way home from school so close their headlights were not visible in my rearview mirror. One must have been about a foot from my bumper going 60. If I had even tapped my brakes I would have been toast. Two things came to mind. First, what I learned last night at a seminar I went to, which I'll talk about in my next post when I get more time. The speaker said that instead of getting frustrated with people being unfriendly on the road, wish them well in your mind as they drive recklessly about that they make it home safely. This is way easier said than done, esp when they are putting your life in danger. But then I remembered what my husband said, that I should stay calm and just keep going the speed I'm going and if they don't like it, too bad. So I did that in both instances, and when both got the opportunity, they raced around me and sped off going about 80. Good for them, they know how to use the gas pedal. So my blood pressure remained intact and I figured if someone wanted to get me killed on the road at least I knew my last thoughts were of peace and goodwill to others.
Except for the part about them being douches.
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