An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

Sunday, May 6, 2018

Speak to Me Sunday, vol. 10 (room for improvement)

{I don't look good here. Not at all. But there is room for improvement. Lots and lots of room for improvement ...}

The other day I had some errands to run so I made a list to maximize my time. Stops A and B on the way to school for carpool line, and then a quick stop C on the way home. Quick, efficient, and timely -- I could do this.

Stop A went off without a hitch, but Stop B was messing things up. Red lights, a closed lane, an accident. And if that wasn't enough, I was stuck behind an extremely slow driver who seemed to be heading in the same direction. Great, just great.

He drove 30 mph and kept tapping his brakes.

When he made a slow right turn exactly where I needed to turn, I groaned.

I was still stuck! Come on!

He went even slower as he tried to find what he was looking for, but finally he signaled and pulled into a parking space in front of the same store that was my Stop B.

In exasperation -- and to make a point -- I zoomed into the spot next to him, parked, and marched quickly into the store.

I was in there ten minutes, and when I came out the driver was just locking his car door.

I thought about this. I had parked, made my purchase, and was back in my car while the driver was just getting out of his. Sheesh. Talk about slow.

And just then I saw why, and it felt as if I had been sucker-punched.

The man had two artificial legs.

I watched him open the trunk of the car and pull out a walker. Slowly, laboriously, painfully he shuffled into that store.

Shame, humility, remorse. I can't even narrow down what I felt to just one word. Needless to say, I never made it to Stop C. It just didn't seem important anymore.

In thinking back on that day I still have those feelings, but I am also overwhelmed with gratitude for a loving Father who wanted to teach me something in a way which was clear and succinct. No parables. No proverbs. No room for misinterpretation.

Just a lesson that was gritty and very, very real. One I needed to hear.


Miss Stewart and Students said...

I remember driving to school to do my sub plans the day after my father had died. When I got to the tollbooth, I threw my coins out the window and into dirty snow.

I laughed, but then I thought, "You are out of it, remember this when you're driving behind someone who seems to be spacing out a the wheel."

That was 11 years ago, and I try, Lord, I do try.

Lisa said...

Oh, wow. Very powerful, Bia. My Mom taught us this. Always assume the best of others.

tiziana said...

Sì, veramente certe esperienze reali ti fanno pensare e capire tante cose. Si deve fare tutto in fretta e di corsa e non ci rendiamo conto che ci sono persone che hanno bisogno della nostra pazienza e del nostro rispetto.
Grazie per avermelo ricordato.

Gigi said...

I will remember this post every time I get frustrated in any situation. I try to put myself in someone else's shoes - but I don't do it nearly often enough.