I sometimes think the Good Lord is looking after me despite my tepid faith.
This happens most often when I’m driving. Like most every driver, I don’t always pay attention to the road. I will turn my gaze away for most any reason – to look at a house under construction, the quality of tobacco in a field, used cars on a lot, the latest inexplicable jump in gas prices at the convenience store.
Sometimes when I do this, I fail to notice the car slowing in front of me; that’s dangerous. But invariably, I look up in time to slow myself, though it’s occasionally a close call. This distraction followed by recovery doesn’t happen every day, every week or even every month. But it happens often enough that I wonder whether I’m that lucky or whether a higher power is turning my gaze back to the road.
I have days too when a little bit of luck, or divine intervention, helps me avoid a traffic ticket. Just this past week, I was making my way from Swift Creek Road to Cleveland Road when I forgot to take the Short Journey Road shortcut. When I finally turned right onto to Cleveland Road, from the stoplight on Swift Creek, I found myself behind a school bus.
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School buses move slowly, so I was forced to do the same, which proved fortuitous when I reached that stretch of Cleveland Road in front of the old Cleveland School. Normally, I would have been driving 55 in that 45-mph zone, so the school bus likely spared me a ticket; a state trooper was sitting in the driveway at Oakland Presbyterian Church.
Was it good luck that I forgot to take the Short Journey Road shortcut, which would have put me in front of the school bus? Or was the Good Lord trying to save me all the costs associated with a traffic ticket? Sometimes I wonder.
By the way, if the Good Lord is looking after me, he is most certainly looking after other distracted drivers, including the woman who pulled out in front of me on the way to work Tuesday morning. I was westbound on U.S. 70 Business; she was sitting at the stop sign on North Tech Drive when she pulled out to cross the westbound lanes en route to the eastbound ones. I stomped on my brakes, narrowly avoiding her; she appeared oblivious.
I am almost certain she goes to church on Sundays.