I was reading AidWatcher’s post on “Living in Emergency” this morning. The post struck a chord.
One quote says: Emergencies by definition are sudden, unexpected exceptions to the natural order of things. They are an aberration, a tear in the fabric of normalcy, a disease in an otherwise healthy body. As such they demand urgent action, a quick cure.
It reminded me of driving to work one morning several years ago. A car was coming up behind me really fast as I was leaving the on-ramp to get onto the freeway. I thought “man there’s a crazy person in that car.” Instinctively I let the woman pass me.
Within a few seconds she was head-to-head with a little red car in front of me and she lost control. She recklessly slammed into the car and they both veered to the left side of the freeway. Then in the confusion she ended up on the other side of the same red car and she sideswiped it again. (And no, I don’t believe any mafia activity was involved!).
The two cars eventually slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road. As a witness, I did also, thinking how close I’d come to being the sideswipee.
The police showed up, a hard ass woman cop. The woman in the aggressive car seemed to be under the influence of something. The girl who’d been sideswiped was standing there shaking and distraught.
“I don’t know what happened. I wasn’t expecting that at all. It was just so sudden!” she said, in a bit of shock.
The hard-ass woman cop stared at her for a minute and said in a raspy smoker’s voice: “Yeah, well that’s why it’s called an accident.”
I was at a loss for words. What an ass that cop was.
But, she was also totally right.