Once the root’s tentacles grab a hold of your rich dirt, few weed killers ever take control.
But I admit I’ve been letting stress at work and home get the best of me this week.
So walking to the bus stop tonight, I was thinking how it would be a great evening for a long yoga class or a short run.
That is until I was overpowered by a 4300 pound SUV.
With me, the 130 pound ped in it’s way.
The female driver was leaving her parking garage too fast, and was oblivious to the fact that I was crossing the sidewalk.
Directly in front of her.
But I did come through unscathed.
I was on my usual high alert status since I’ve had plenty of near misses as a pedestrian in the business district of the city.
Now, I could have felt anger towards the woman who nearly hit me.
And probably would have in the past.
But I remembered how I used to rush out of the same ramp in snowy rush hour traffic to pick up my husband by a rigid 5pm deadline, back when he was in an adult care program.
Could this woman be hurrying to pick up a family member as well?
Maybe a son from soccer.
Or a daughter at dance.
Perhaps she was off to visit an ailing parent in the hospital.
Or even her own spouse.
So I decided to just give her a pass.
But I did rap gently on her hood and whispered the word ‘breathe’
I believe the driver got the message.
This evening I was able to find my own spot for peace and growth for a while.
I hope the woman escaped her own choking weeds of stress, and did the same.