Pulling over

     You asked me to pull over so you could get out of the car; I hesitated but you persisted. I pulled over and looked at you, tears filling my eyes. You shook your head 'no,' because we both knew that I was wrong. There was nothing left for me to do but unlock the doors and let you take the dangerous trek down the side of the highway with your thumb out, in hopes that someone new would care enough to pick you up; to be so daring as to take a chance on you. 

     It might be a while before someone takes that risk and you might get cold on those nights that you could have been warmed by the heat of my car but you knew this---you knew this long before I pulled over. 

     But I can see you in my rearview mirror, getting into another car...

Mph

     Life is a lot like driving; you travel at the speed of your choice, whether it is faster, slower, or equal to the posted speed limit. No one but you will understand why you've chosen to travel so quickly or slowly, but we've all got our own destinations to get to and our people to see.

     While driving on the highway, I like to think of the cars around you as the people in your life. Some of them stick behind you for a while until they out grow you or feel like you're holding them back, at which point they'll change lanes and pass you up because they've finally figured out where they want to go in life. 

     Then there's the cars that travel at the same speed as you but exit before you do. Like acquaintances at a mutual friend's party, y'all are in the same place for a time but it's not really important and you are not really relevant to each other except for a few minutes.

     And finally, there are the people with you in your car. Whether or not these people are your close friends and family, they represent them. They represent the people who will always be there for you in you life, no matter where you are on the road.