Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Snarls and traffic snarls

Last Friday I got delayed a bit at work and left a little late, then when I was trying to get on the highway the service road and entrance ramp were closed down because of a really bad accident. My husband was already home so I called him just to have someone to whine and complain to. What a hassle!! All this heavy rush hour traffic getting re-routed, and having to deal with that along with not being too sure about where some of the flyover cloverleafs would take me. I saw the little wrecked car. It looked pretty bad. I got home maybe 15 minutes later than usual, not too bad.

Then on Monday my husband tells me that the person in the accident turned out to be a man who worked in the same office with him. They have filled up their cube-world with employees, so they schedule their Friday afternoon meeting at a hotel on the other side of the highway... so he was leaving that meeting when it happened. He was killed.

I felt bad about having thought of the accident as an annoyance, as though it was something that had happened just to inconvenience me and all those other people who didn't want to spend extra time getting somewhere. I am sorry that I looked at it that way. It's never alright to do that.

2 comments:

meemsnyc said...

wow, that is such an incredible story.

Jeen Lilly said...

No it's never all right to process just the information that will get you through your daily routine and dismiss everything else that is happening to everyone else as an annoyance -- but it is what we all do, at some point.

It would be impossible and unbearable to be aware of all the pain and suffering in the world, for even a nanosecond of it.

Joy is different. Joy bounces up and out, spreads in a ripple pattern from the center.

Sorrow is the stone that sinks to the bottom of the pool and lurks there waiting to suck your attention to it.

It's a matter of balance. Without the one, the other is meaningless.
Without the depths of sorrow -- the ripples and light play wouldn't exist.

ummmm it's past my bedtime, isn't it?