I'm so Sorry

So on Friday, I headed down south to see my family. I left the office a little early, hoping to get a head start on all the holiday traffic.

I was about 45 mins to an hour into my drive, window down, music up, everything just flowing, when I had to abrubtly slam on the brakes. Traffic was backed up in front of me for at least a few kilometres.

So I sat, engine idling, music still cranked, me fuming, and wished I had a smoke. My phone was out of service, so I could not even phone someone and chat to pass the time. I pulled a book out of my back pack, and spent my time reading a page, glancing up, moving my car ahead a foot, and then repeating the cycle. Of course, added into the equation was me grumbling, complaining, and in general, thinking bad thoughts about the idiot somewhere in front of me that was causing all this mess. Construction? Checkpoint? What the heck is going on?

And then, as I am diverted off the hiway for a detour, I see the van. What is left of it, that is. A green minivan. The top of the van was totally crushed, a carseat barely visible through the gaping hole that had once been a side door. The trailer it was pulling had left peices of itself all over the road. I turned off my radio. The gentleman setting out the pylons for the detour comments, "They figure the trailer was too heavy for the van. Rolled about eight times or so. Oh, ma'am you can go now, have a good weekend. Sorry for the delay."

I drove away silently, feeling ashamed to the depths of my bones. Oh, God, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I didn't really mean those things I was thinking. I hope those people are okay. I'm so sorry. Please help me to be cautious in my driving. Help me to be patient and arrive safely. Be with the family that was hoping for a wonderful holiday weekend. I'm so sorry God. Help me to appreciate my family and my holiday weekend.

Oh God, I'm so sorry about the green van.