I Want to Start a Movement: Social Responsibility Takes Many Forms
I had one of those scary moments in my life yesterday. It wasn’t my first. It was in the car. My past scary moments were usually around the weavers. You have seen them. These are the drivers who aggressively change lanes. You get this feeling that any second an accident will occur right before your eyes. I saw one once. Once was more than enough.
So here is the story. I was on 476 during the early rush hours. In those periods, the Blue Route mostly moves fast- much faster than the speed limit. In fact, I am amazed at the electronic sign which tells you how long it will take to get to a specific spot. In those hours it says we are doing 65 miles per hour in a 55 mph zone. Heightened alert is essential.
I see a car tailgating me. So I decide to get out of the lane and go left. Maybe I can get away from them, and the sooner I can, the safer I will feel. As I go to pass, the car drifted into my lane! Yikes! She then drifts back. And I could see her face, and her hands. She was texting. Who texts at 65 miles an hour!?
Please do not text and drive! It only takes a second to drift into the other lane. It only takes a split second to hit someone. It would have been a horrendous accident with multiple casualties.
I was probably more alert because just the day before, I was sitting at a light in second place. My car was next to another car stopped in the left lane. We were all minding the light. When a third car came up, hitting the car next to me. Smoke flew, parts flew and that car virtually bounced of the car it hit. There appeared to be no damage to the car that was hit, but the car which rear ended them was in pieces!
Social responsibility is essential. When you get behind the wheel, safety needs be your top priority.
Turn off the phone. Put it way out of reach. If you need to make a call, pull over.
If nothing else, the ecomonic consequences should be a fair enough reminder. That car had thousands of dollars in repairs. I don’t think anyone was hurt but the stress on everyone, even me, counts for something.