A new image just came into my mind—at 84, it’s not too often
that happens. Lots of time my mind is running reruns, retreads on new images
from times past. Not sure if this idea has wheels or if it will crash and burn,
but for better or worse, here ‘tis.
I’m in a car with the motor running, a driverless car, and
I’m in the right front seat and figure, why not? I start to slide over to the
left, but the seatbelt restrains me. Frustrating, but I can reach the wheel so
I reach across and put it in gear and off we/I go!
Seems like other traffic is driving too close for comfort,
but I can handle it. I reach up to twist the rear view mirror to a better
angle. Seems like I’m too close to the shoulder so ease left, resulting in a
blast from an 18-wheeler’s air horn as that driver frantically eased left,
causing a car on his left to stand on his brakes with a terrible screech. I
guess my viewpoint is skewed, since I’m not really in the driver’s seat.
Entering the drive-thru lane (and it was a little tricky), I reach for my deposit and
pull forward, and instantly I’m embarrassed and the teller looks a little
confused as I wave apologetically and drive through, park to go inside the
bank.
Slowly walking back to my car, I mentally review my
performance.
The car was my life. I was not the designated driver
and for many good reasons. My view ahead was imperfect and I was not sure of
the route I’d be taking. My name was not on the insurance policy. And I
had completely forgotten, my name was not on the title. The title bore the name:
Almighty /Creator and God, my Holy Father.
I need to keep that in mind and keep my hands off the
steering wheel.
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