WHEN I BEGAN my career(s) in and around the Atlanta airport
My commute could be annoying, and, at times hazardous.
But within the last year or two, the increase in the
Numbers-of-cars-on-the-road-at-the-same-time has exploded!
Notice how I jammed all those words together?
(I placed them in close proximity at high speed).
How useless to get angry at commission members who were paid to PLAN and mitigate.
They failed. But “FAIL” does not give justice to what they haven’t done.
And now we have too many [people in] cars per our road capacity.
We’re not the city too busy to hate anymore. There’s plenty of road rage, 24/7!
We’ve become the city too busy to care.
Yesterday afternoon, I walked out of work and realized
I’d forgotten my laptop, so I got back on the elevator to the fifth floor.
‘Something’ told me to check how much time I’d lost going back in.
It took less time than I imagined—about five minutes. Still
Grumpy for the delay, I pointed the nose of my truck up I-85 toward home.
The traffic seemed even heavier than it usually does on Fridays after noon.
So, I turned on the radio.
A reporter in a news helicopter warned that traffic was at full stop;
Too late for me as I was unable to exit.
He said, “About five minutes ago there was a fiery crash on I-85.”
He continued, “The vehicle and the road are engulfed in flames.”
And, “Debris is across most lanes.”
I sat for 45 minutes on that interstate,
Surrounded by what seemed like 5 million of my closest friends.
I rolled down my window; I could smell the rage.
But I sat just long enough to let the message thoroughly sink in.
Five minutes. In that particular lane. Could well have been me.
Although, it's hard to prove something that didn't happen.
Today I’m looking for a telecommuting job, as I write for a living.
There is something of far greater importance calling out to me.
It’s way larger than the traffic situation in Atlanta, Georgia.
As I read the Bible early today, my eyes fell on this verse:
“The good man does not escape all troubles— He has them too. But the Lord helps him in each and every one. God even protects him from accidents.” (Ps 34:19 LB)
Apparently, God even protects people like me from accidents.
© Copyright 2020, Gary Landerfelt, MyPericope.com
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