What does it mean? Hit the gas & pray? That’s what one man assumed today. Guess his god wasn’t listening. Thankfully, my God was.
I was taking Boo to his dad. They were heading to my ex-step-son’s graduation. And it was a lovely (but humid) June afternoon. And at a busy intersection in north Plano, one man in a Nissan sedan decided he “didn’t get the concept” of a flashing yellow arrow. I saw him approaching the intersection at full speed, as the truck directly in front of me had a green light, and I just screamed, “JESUS CHRIST, NO!” Followed by the trucks bumper & rear tires being jarred into the air, then resting silently on the pavement.
Nobody honked. Stunned. As other cars kept buzzing by unphased & unstopping.
I gotta give props to my Jaguar XF Portfolio. I went from 50 mph to zero in 4 feet. Holy shit!, right? Uhh. Can you say, loyal Jag owner FOR LIFE?
The intercection is a major one, so I pulled over into the gas station, & called 911. I was the only witness who bothered to call & stay on the line till help came. I had Boo & Diva with me, so I couldn’t jump out & render aid, but I did the only thing I could. Remember, it’s June, in Texas, & 95° outside, without heat index, so leaving them in a car is NOT an option, nor is dragging out the stroller & walking up to strangers in shock with 2 small children. So . . . After I see the lights coming, we head off, shaken, but unscathed. Thanks to the Big JC & my phenomenal Jag.
I was just pulling in the driveway when my phone rang. It was an officer calling me back to get my statement. I explained why I couldn’t render aid, & he let me know there were no injuries, thankfully. I told him we had a green light. A few cars had gone through the light & I saw the Nissan heading for the turn & was bracing for impact, but miraculously, we avoided the crash. He told me the driver admitted to seeing a flashing yellow arrow, but didn’t understand it meant he didn’t have right of way.
My heart goes out to the man and boy in the truck, though. It appeared they were father & son. The younger-looking, teen was crying & visibly upset & the older man was embrasing him, like only a parent can. As we passed, we saw the T-boned Nissan’s air curtains, but none in the truck. Again, I was so relieved no injuries.
So, my point? Slow down. Not just so you have enough time to process the truck that’s about to T-bone your ass, but to understand that flashing yellow arrow in life: Caution; proceed with caution.
Life can not only change in an instant, but goes by way too fucking fast. My son is now in 3rd grade, & I’m sitting here at an obviously green light (metaphorically), wondering what happened to the last 5 years. He’s not 3, any more. Not by a looong stretch.
Just slow down when you can. And try to pay attention to what – and find a way to filter out the bullshit that keeps us all from seeing really matters – the big, happy picture.
Peace to all my ADHD & OCD bitches. And my sincere congrats to the class of 2014!