An old guy cut in front of me coming out of his driveway this morning. Never looked, never saw me. I yelled "you gotta stop". He drove off. While I was never really in jeopardy (I saw him coming) I've often wondered why people that darn near run somebody over just keep going and never stop.
I thought nothing of it until I saw him again 2-3 miles later. He turned around and went looking for me in the neighborhood. Due to my Duck experience a few weekends ago I'm a bit leery now of anybody that pulls up next to me with sheet metal. He stopped and rolled down his window. He sincerely apologized, several times, for almost hitting me. I finally stopped spinning around him (I don't unclip for most people) and thanked him for apologizing and coming to find me. We shook hands and he was on his way.
I'm still convinced that it's not often the things that happen to you in this life time. It's your response to what happens that makes the difference. This guy responded. At first I felt a little remorseful for being a bit rough on him initially. Upon reflection I shaked that off. My life is important to me and I'll speak out to anyone that puts it harms way needlessly. This guy responded well. Something to remember next time I screw up.
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