https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2KzwkAQcxjY

Loosely related, but I’m reminded of the time Parkland Hospital called to tell me my mother was about to pass and I needed to get there as soon as I can.  It was around rush hour and I remember trying to get on I35, the worst possible part of the day.  The driver of a large tan truck just wouldn’t let me in and was giving me a stink face and hand gestures thinking I was a jerk trying to squeeze in ahead of him.  I wish there was a way I could have communicated why I was in a hurry, but all I could think was they had no idea why I was in such a hurry and I was often in his place making a bigger deal out of something I shouldn’t, like a vigilante for proper driving etiquette.  And then for some reason, I just connected with the scripture, “Forgive them, father, for they know not what they do.”