A couple of weeks ago I was crossing the street. I wasn’t at the light, which is over a block away and forces me to walk in a direction away from my home to the front of my development. I live in the back of it. If I cross in the middle I can get home in half the time. Anyway I was waiting for the light traffic to clear. This is not a busy street it is only two lanes and you could lie down in the middle of the day without fear of being run over. Even the geese cross in the middle.
I stepped into the street, there were no cars coming in the south lane I was in. I stood there to let two approaching cars go pass in the lane going north. I was about 2ft from the dividing line. A woman, driving a van stopped. I waved her on seeing the car behind her coming up fast. I waved at her again to go on. She didn’t. The driver behind her slammed on the breaks almost hitting her van. The woman in the van still did not move but motioned me to go across the street. Her face was without expression, unaffected by the near miss behind her. I ran across the street wondering why she didn’t move.
I looked back at the woman driving the car in back of the van. She had a cell phone to her ear, but she took the time to shout at me. Her voiced was ugly in anger.
GET OUT OF THE STREET! THAT IS JAYWALKING!
I instantly felt guilty, but not guilty enough to be genuine.
GOD BLESS YOU! I hollered sarcastically to her back bumper. In no way thinking of anything remotely related to a blessing.
Of course God is wonderful and I have been forgiven but I felt so bad that for days after I walked the long way home. I felt guilty because of how I responded. Also because she was right I was jaywalking. As much as I wanted it to matter that she was on a cell phone and maybe not paying attention. It didn’t. I shouldn’t have been there. I went from an ordinary day to shouting at a stranger. What was wrong with me? I wonder if you ever had this kind of moment. Get if off your chest, I promise. I won’t judge you.
It's nice to be nice---Bishop Alfred A. Owens, Jr.
No act of kindness, no matter how small is ever wasted.---Aesop