One morning I happened to be driving in the right hand lane when one of those huge earth hauling trucks was attempting a right turn from the center lane. His huge tire did a number on my right front fender before he was able to stop. I won’t go into all the details except to say neither of us was cited by the policeman who took the report. To be honest about it I probably should have been aware of what he was trying to do and shouldn’t have pulled into that right lane. In other words, I was probably at fault because of inattention (don’t tell my insurance agent I said that!) Yielding to popular stereotypes I pictured this burly truck driver chewing me out and saying “I cant turn this thing on a dime, you know!” Well, he was burly, and he was also confident that he wasn’t at fault, but he didn’t chew me out. Instead, before he left the scene he said “I’m sorry about your truck.” That took all the wind out of my sails. I hadn’t expected any gentleness or compassion from a driver of one of those monster rigs. The entire scene was changed by his gentle attitude.
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Bud Downs
Senior Pastor of Cactus Christian Fellowship Archives
May 2018
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