Slightly Remarkable

And what would compel me to say such things? Why should I write down my thoughts on this subject? Perhaps I was simply moved by their benevolence, or perhaps I subconciously fell in love with this person exclusively due to the compassion they’d shown me… It’s unclear, even to me, but nevertheless I am writing. I must write.

So the story, the story I am to tell you — it is brief, but surreal. The lonely, unexciting road on which I commute to and from work on an almost daily basis serves as the meeting place for many people. These people often are masked by the speed of their meeting, the objects which obscure their view, or their lack of attention for one another, but despite the fact that the may never see each others’ faces, their meeting can be certain. Some travel fast, some slow, some at speed limit. Personally, I travel the speed limit — 60mph — but am often coerced into abiding by a much lower speed limit — not one set by the law, but one set by the drivers ahead of me.

One specific night, around midnight, I was traveling home from my lengthy and strenuous day at work. The two stop lights that are present prior to introduction of this lonely road I have been telling you about were, to my fortune, green at the time I encountered them. Instantly encouraged by the divine enthalpy of the situation, I readily accelerated to the speed limit set by our government. Due to the fact that I must take a right turn off this road, I remained in the right-hand lane, anticipating that one of the turns ahead would be mine. I quickly ascended upon a black Chevrolet — of the SUV variety — that was traveling at about 50mph. As I came upon it, I intended to overcome it by moving to the left lane and then to the right again. However, the moment I raised my arm to indicate to the masked driver in front of me that I planned to surpass him, I was interrupted by this kind individual who signaled that he, instead, would move to the opposite lane to allow my safe passage. Surprised and delighted, I smiled widely, and as I passed him, he signaled again that he would be returning to his lane.

Such kindness has a dramatic effect on one’s composure, as it did on mine. I can only hope that someday this individual will meet me, and I can either thank or, even better, reward him for his benevolence. Thank you, masked driver, for lifting my heart to the sky with your kindness.