Friday I was on my way to work.  At the intersection of Clearbrook and Winchester I always pause before taking off at the green light because for some reason, people do not stop at this light.  It’s like they forget there’s a light there or something.  So, needless to say, I always pause. 

Well Friday, I didn’t and sure enough when I got mid-way the intersection I looked over to my right and this huge truck was plowing towards me.  Even in that split second, I found enough time to look into the eyes of the driver.  He was male, middle-aged, and had on some sort of uniform.  His eyes were fixed ahead; you know that locked stare you get when you’re hypnotized by the road?  Yeah, that one.  He’s expressionless. 

My first thought was what’s wrong with him?  Fool, slow down!  Then I think, mind you, all of this in a matter of milliseconds, his mind was probably fifty million miles away.  Maybe he was thinking about a job that he has to complete that day or maybe he and the missus argued before he left the house.  Or maybe he got some bad news and doesn’t have long to live.  He’s just going through the motions of life.  Maybe he wants to die and when he saw me, he saw his opportunity.  Maybe he sped up in hopes that a car crash would end his pain.  Even at the risk of taking another innocent person with him; he sped up anyway.  I feel sorry for him.  I speed up to avoid disaster.  I am thankful and grateful to be alive. 

I wonder if he is.