I took our dog Bailey for a long walk. It was pouring with rain and blowing a gale too. It wasn’t long before I was soaked through – not helped by the many drivers who failed to give me a wide enough berth. The worst were drivers of 4×4’s and buses. Even without the rain, they should have given us a wee but more space to be really safe.
Some were possibly deliberate in their actions – but I am sure most were just thoughtless. Regardless, I started “not blessing” them. Cursing them under my breath (and not so quietly!). And getting grumpier and grumpier. Road rage was heading my way.
Then I remembered it was me who needed to change. I couldn’t change their manners – but I could change how I was feeling. So from that point on when someone drove too close to me, I blessed them. I asked that they were helped with whatever was on their mind, that they had a good day, and that people would be kind and courteous to them – because clearly they needed that blessing.
And for those who gave me a wide berth? I started putting my hand up and saying thank you. Then I realised they were making me happy – so I gave them a thumbs up and a big smile.
And I got lots of big smiles back 🙂