The other day, I was walking to lunch with Mackenzie and witnessed something that really got to me. A mom was pushing a stroller a little bit ahead of us. The light was about to turn green, so we were all stopped on the corner to wait for the walk signal. By “we,” I mean Mackenzie and myself plus an elderly couple. The mom and the stroller were lurching into the street trying to “make it” before the light turned green and the cars decided to, I don’t know, continue with the normal traffic pattern.
The only reason why she didn’t get hit was because a truck ran a red light so the first car didn’t release the brake.
I swear I witnessed the whole incident in slow motion.
My heart dropped as I expected the car to go right as she was crossing its path. I instinctively called out, “Omg is she serious?!” (In my defense, I didn’t realize I said it out loud I was so freaked out!) The mom snapped her head back (she’s really in the middle of the road here, the stroller is directly in the way of a car) as she pulled back closer to the sidewalk and responded, “Yes, I’m serious. I’m in a hurry.”
Is anything, really, that important? To risk not only your life, but someone else’s?
I can’t really blame her though. I’m sure I’ve narrowly missed hurting myself and not even known it. Like looking down at my phone and not paying attention to where I was going. Or not wanting to wait for the walk signal and scurrying across the street just in time. Or driving a little recklessly because I spent five extra minutes changing clothes. Looking down for one second at a text message while driving.
After witnessing the near-accident, I was incredibly shaken. I just kept hearing her voice in my head, “I’m in a hurry,” and comparing it to how many times I’ve said the same thing. It’s just not worth it.
We definitely live in a fast-paced world. Google will report to you how quickly it churned out the response. There are contests to see how fast you can stack and unstack plastic cups (… but really, why?). And your boss needed that report yesterday.
But sometimes I think we all just need to slow down. On about fifty levels. To slow down and not grow up too fast. Slow down and enjoy each other’s company instead of fiddling around trying to get the right filter. Slow down and actually write a great essay instead of waiting until the last minute to throw something together. Slow down and be safe on the road. Slow down and enjoy the moment rather than worrying about the next.
Just… slow down.
Do you ever feel like we’re all in a rush?