There are two types of people in the world.
When you're driving on the highway and you're stuck in sloth-y traffic, then you finally break through, while passing the cause of the jam, do you drive slowly, pausing further to look directly at the scene of the accident? Or do you press on, very intentionally looking forward and speeding up because rubber-neckers are an evil root and you don't want to a) hold up the people stuck in their slow-moving cars behind you and 3) you have places to be and you're already late?
Last week it occurred to me that I was the second type of person, but that maybe I'd misunderestimated the merits of the first.
Maybe people who pause and look, at a car accident or even highway construction workers, are more present, more fully embracing of their own and others' humanity, than people who are bound by the phantom of time and the obsession with moving forward.
What's so great about driving faster (or even assisting those behind you in getting free so they can drive faster) when someone has been hurt, or someone is working hard in a dangerous setting, or someone's physically okay but their car's been totalled and their insurance is inadequate? Someone, some person, not some appointment or sense of proper driving etiquette.
So, maybe next time I'll look, not strain to resist seeing for the sake of efficiency.