My car door opened too quickly the other day
And accidentally hit the side
of the truck beside me.
Thankfully, it was a white
work truck that already had a wrecked front
Because it left a little
ding.
A man was in the truck
and
He unhappily looked at me and
made an exasperated gesture.
The man had just come out of
the gun store
With a new gun.
I felt uneasy as I walked
away and
Hoped the man wouldn’t be
waiting for me when I returned.
He was still there when I
walked back to my car.
I didn’t make eye
contact.
I cautiously pulled
away,
Afraid he might follow
me.
As I drove down the
road,
I looked in my rear view
mirror.
Two cars back,
There he was.
Fearing road rage or being
attacked when I got out of the my car,
I pondered my options.
Thankfully I was going to be
driving awhile.
And i was going to be
arriving near a fire station.
About five minutes into the
drive, though,
The man slowed down and
suspiciously turned around.
I felt relieved.
But I also felt sad that I
had to consider plans for what to do with a man’s misplaced anger.
I don’t want to live in fear,
But I’d be lying if I said I
didn’t carry the fear of guns and violence qnd rage and untreated mental
illness and school shootings in my bones.
We have a lot of work to do,
friends.
We shouldn’t have to be
afraid of accidentally dinging someone’s car door.
We shouldn’t have to be
afraid at all.
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