Most folk would want to get the oldie off the road, it’s a measure of your humanity and kindness that you reacted like you did…..good on ya! :) (I’m not a driver myself but I hope I’m not crossing the road some day when this old fella is driving!)
Today history had a brush with me, in a manner of speaking. On the way to running my errands this afternoon, the driver of a car decided that lanes were passé and he would greatly prefer my position in the lane next to him. He crossed the lane beside mine and hit me, scraping alongside my car and in the process practically driving me off the road onto the pavement. It was more than a brush with another car, it was a brush with history as the gentleman driver was 91 years old. He spoke slowly, moved slowly and was a veteran aside from his skills as a wayward driver. He blamed me for the incident as, “he didn’t even see me,” and by his reasoning, it must be my fault. I saw there was nothing but a rubber mark on his car and a small dent and scrape on mine. I looked at him and told him to do himself a favour and let this one go as I would, no matter how right he thought he was. I said I would hate to see him lose his long held driving license, the freedom that affords him. He is a man of detail and principle and it was clear he was struggling with figuring it all out. I told him sometimes life doesn’t give us neat answers. I think he thought I was guilty or crazy or both. When I came home all I could think about was how much history he had experienced first hand in his life. I was also thinking that old doesn’t necessarily mean wise.
(This is what cars looked like when “Mr. Toad* [see Wind in the Willlows] was born.)