π We All Share the Roads
The other night, on my way home from work,
I was trying to pull out into heavy traffic.
A truck driver flashed his lights β a signal,
an invitation to join the flow.
I pulled out in front of him and merged in.
His act of kindness was felt.
After all, his destination and purpose
were just as important as mine.
As I waved to him in appreciation it reminded me:
we all share the roads β the paths weβre on.
Well... maybe not all the time.
But most of the time.
βPeter