I just had a very scary walk this afternoon. I definitely needed to take a walk (my knees are reminding me of how much weight I’ve gained), and I DO find it rather meditative.
But today, I decided to try a little different route then my normal one, almost a backwards version of my normal – but something compelled me to go ahead and walk alongside Juanita Drive. This is a major intersection in our neighborhood and taking this walk at 3:00pm is even more dangerous! So, I’m not sure what compelled me that direction. In fact, I should tell you that I will usually pick up a long stick before I get out on Juanita, because it’s like my little ‘protection/divider’ for the cars. There is enough edge for bikers to use it as well as (walkers) but with so many people constantly texting while driving, it’s surprising that we haven’t heard of more bikers even being hit.
Now, to share with you why I’m posting this. As I walked toward one of the soccer parks there are several curves in the road where you definitely have to be aware of the cars. I always walk against traffic because of this and as I was getting close enough to cross the street, I saw what I thought was a person laying near the park entrance on the ground. And yes, it was this thin little old man who was struggling to pick up what (I saw) was his groceries as another car zoomed past him (too close). I quickly ran over to him to help him. I asked him if he had been hit or just fallen? I then walked him to the opposite side of the median (luckily there was one) and then quickly picked up his groceries for him. There was one can IN the road and although nobody hit it, I was very surprised that nobody had stopped to help him. I almost also picked up the can and hurled it at the next truck that zoomed past the white line (toward us) – idiot drivers.
Jose (whom I know asked his name) told me that he had fallen though because a car did scare him (apparently past the white line) and so he fell trying to move. I then asked if he wanted me to call the police or ambulance and see how he was doing? He told me (in his very broken English), “No, No – I fine”. I still wanted to, but he did just seem startled. I then told him that I would walk with him and carry the groceries and also asked where he lived? Our conversation was difficult, Jose told me he was from Iran and knew “little English”. But he did reach out to hug me and told me several times, “thank you”…
With the little information I had, I knew that he apparently lived back the same direction I did and so I suggested that we try and walk through part of the park to avoid Juanita Drive. He was happy to do that but constantly pulled at the groceries from my arms. Funny, because he also said, “woman no carry these, in my country”… (which I guess whatever part of Iran he is from, it certainly didn’t sound like what I’ve heard from the media? Very sweet, but I was not going to give the groceries back. hee hee I laughed and said, “in my country, I like to help my elders” (not that I think he understood, but he was still smiling at me).
My walk took longer than normal, since I had to slow my pace, but with happy heart and constant reassurance and smiles, I was glad that I happened to be ‘compelled’ that direction.
I got Jose home safely, he wanted me to come in, but I saw a woman in the window and she did not look very happy – so I waited until he got inside and he waved back from the window.
Moral – PLEASE stop texting while driving. I KNOW I’ve done it (more in my past while I worked for Mr. Demanding (CEO), but now I’m happy that I don’t have to) – and besides I remembered even back then – nothing is that DAMN important that you can’t CALL ME if you need me! Remember, it’s a PHONE! Even when Mr. Demanding would ask why I didn’t respond – my CURT response – “I WAS DRIVING and if you needed me THAT badly – you could have called…” (needless to say, he never liked that comment) – his current Assistant knows that only too well! HA
Thanks for letting me rant,