in the Road
These people pouring out into the
roadways in urban America protesting the election of Donald Trump are risking
their lives, and that of the motorists they seek to block. They don't seem to
care one bit.
And they are breaking my heart, over and over and over again.
How can they purposely risk killing both themselves and the
strangers hurtling toward them unaware? Are their hearts so cold and hard that
they don't even value life itself?
Here's why it's especially upsetting to me:
When I was about 10, my mom and I were driving during rush hour on
one of the busiest streets in Omaha. There were three lanes of traffic going
both ways, about 45 mph. We were in the middle lane.
All of a sudden, from the right, we saw a brown dog dart into the
cars from the side of the road. He ran right into the traffic, a few cars ahead
Before we could even gasp, the dog ran right in front of our car -
right in front of me on the passenger side. Though my mom jerked the wheel the
other way to try to avoid hitting the dog, we felt that sickening thump as our
tires ran over him.
Mom screeched to a stop. By some miracle, we were not rear-ended.
We knew the dog was dead.
My mom buried her head in her hands, sobbing, and wailing, "Oh,
what if that had been a child? What if that had been a CHILD?!?"
I was crying and shaking. I wanted to throw up. I had never been
around death before.
A couple of other motorists came to help. We happened to have a
throw rug in the back seat. We placed the dog on it and rushed to the nearest
veterinarian's office. There was blood. It was awful.
No collar, no tags. Very skinny. Mange. Dead. Nothing could be
Ironically, the vet didn't want us to leave until we had paid to
have the dog's body disposed of properly. In honor of our own very beloved and
never-roaming Sealyham Terrier at home, we paid it. When we got home, I think I
hugged her for four hours.
That was more than 50 years ago. The memory still haunts me and
makes me lower my head in sorrow.
So now, when I see TV reports of those protestors out there, with
less regard for other people's lives than any of us would have for a dog in the
road, it does the same thing.
Calling out to Man's Other
Best Friend - the One Who is in heaven - to warm up the love in this country
once again. Less bite, more wag, in Jesus' Name! †
because iniquity shall abound,
love of many shall wax cold.