Humbled

A truck pulled out in front of the children and me yesterday.

Can you believe it?! What was that truck thinking?

If you’ve driven with me, you will not be surprised to learn I honked my horn at the driver to help him learn to drive better. I have largely curtailed any cursing that I may have once incorporated into my driving regimen, thanks to the children, and I’m proud of that.

I said to the children, “Why would that truck drive like that?”

They decided to answer:

“Maybe he has somewhere important to be.”
“Maybe he’s late for work.”
“Maybe he’s late for work, and his boss is mean, and he can lose his job if he’s late.”
“Maybe he’s poor, and if he loses his job, it will be bad for his family.”

Are their reasons probable? Possibly not, but it is better to think of ideas like the children suggested rather than assume the driver is a big jerk who intentionally messed with me.

Infinitely better for my heart and soul.

Their heartfelt wisdom humbles and inspires me.

Darn it.