Posts Tagged ‘karma’


I was driving back to work yesterday from the Pooler Walmart when I stopped at a red light on US-80. A rusty, white truck filled with 15 guys in their mid-20s made a left turn at the intersection into the direction I was heading.

Seriously, there were guys spewing out of this truck everywhere: in the cab, in the bed of the truck, on the toolboxes in the bed of the truck, on each other’s laps. Well, I don’t know about the lap part, but it wouldn’t surprise me.

The guy sitting on the passenger’s side of the truck dangled out the window and motioned with both of his hands as if he were pushing something down as the truck was turning. And all of the guys were looking in my direction. I didn’t know what was going on. Should I be flattered, scared, offended?

I looked at the car to my left and there were two old, black people sitting in it. And the vehicle to the left of the car was an 18-wheeler. I didn’t know what to think.

As the truck continued to turn, the guys sitting in the bed of the truck all started yelling something and a few made the hand motion of pushing something down too. When the truck finished turning into my lane on the other side of the intersection, it swerved into a BP. The guy who was dangling out the window jumped out of the truck and started hauling ass in my direction. I mean he was really running fast!

I started to get scared so I locked my car door. The guy pushed down the front hood of the car to my left, closing it for them because it was unlatched.

An act of random kindness.

That’s what the hand motions and yelling were all about.

I drove past the truck-o-guys and smiled at them through my laughter.

I can’t help but think . . .

. . . That’s how spirit works every time I find myself in a bad situation and the outcome is in my favor.

Last night, Tony and I went to the Relay for Life at Atlantic Armstrong State University. The company I’m interning at, Georgia Heritage Federal Credit Union, participates in several charity events, and our team is in 3rd for money raised with this year’s Relay for Life.

We left around midnight. As I was driving North on Abercorn Street at 50 mph, I began to notice a figure of a person in the middle of the street. I started slowing down as I thought he was just crossing the road.

No. The man stopped in my lane while I was still going about 37 mph, looking straight at me and pointing at me to get into the lane to my left.

I freaked out. I slammed on my breaks and swerved to my left to avoid hitting this deranged man wearing pants and a hospital gown. Then I freaked out even more as I realized I didn’t look to see if there was even another car to my left before I switched lanes.

I pulled over and had Tony drive us the rest of the way home.

I thought about how lucky I was that I didn’t kill this man who looked as if he just escaped from the mental ward. I thought about how lucky I was that I didn’t crash into a car while trying to avoid hitting the man. I thought, that’s how spirit works. Then I thought about how I’m a horrible person for not calling 911.

I didn’t kill this man, but I also didn’t do anything to help him. Spirit saved us all last night. Now I’m waiting to see what karma will do to me for not helping.