Is it Just Me?

Is It Just Me? Wednesday, November 9

This morning I was getting ready for work. Eyes half open and ears half closed, that was until they got to the traffic report.

I live in Atlanta, and if you've been here, you know that our traffic is bannas, just bannas! I have an hour-long commute to work. That's two hours each day spent in my car. So when Jim B., the local traffic reporter came on, my ears perked up.

Where are the accidents today? Notice accidents are plural, they're always at least two accidents during the morning commute.

He immediately ran down the "big three" interstate. There was a back-up on the one I took to work. No problem, I told myself, I can take an alternate route. But in the same breath, he announced a fatality on one of the surface streets. This was a direct route to my job. Immediate visions of sitting in traffic came to mind.

Oh shit! I thought as I mentally tried to navigate an alternate route. And I cursed myself for not knowing the neighborhood better.

I sighed, ate my breakfast, trotted out to my car and braced myself for the hour-long commute.

It wasn't until I was almost to my job that I realized that I didn't give one thought to the accident. An hour before, while I was just getting up, a female jogger was running along Briarcliff Road. It was her regular route, according to the news reports, she was an avid runner.

She was run down by a vehicle, she was killed.

Is it just me? Have we all become so immune to life's tragedies that when we hear about an incident like this, we shrug it off and trudge on. Or maybe we have to as a defense mechanism, otherwise we'd became crazy with grief.

Is it just me? Or maybe we should all take a moment to pray for lost lives. And for us all to strive to find our purpose for being here.

posted by Desiree @ 8:35 PM