I was walking home Sunday morning, coffee in hand. Glancing over my shoulder, the road behind me was empty and the far side had tons of time to stop ahead of the crosswalk. On about half way, it was becoming clear that the driver of the little red car had no intention of minding his legal obligation to stop for me.

Fuck, man, straining my already hoarse voice. Hearing me through his open sunroof, I think it was the first he’d noticed that I was there.

Drunk? Blind? Stupid? Sure. It pains me to think that some people have driver’s licenses.

Not more than 10 steps down the road, an older Indian man with a warming smile fixed everything. He simply said to not let it ruin my day.

The sun was shining, the wind was calm. The world was singing spring. Why should I let one moment ruin it all?

Thank you, sir.