...This afternoon I set out to go do some work at the church. I got into my old Dodge truck and proceeded to back out of the driveway. I do that thing where I look back and all but I could really be more cautious and take a second glance but I don't. (I've been drivin' for a few and doing less has just become a habit I guess). Well I put it in reverse and start moving and right when I do a boy runs right behind me in the street...
I stopped the truck and waited. It hit me that I had just almost ended a boy's life. I think the same thought hit the boy too because when I glanced at him he was standing near our mailbox clutching his chest and breathing heavily. He started to mouth some words and from the looks of it, it seemed as though he was using some pretty foul language for such a small statured fella.
My first instinct was anger. I was thinking "did he just say that word?!...wait a min., he's the one who ran out behind ME!!". All sympathy for almost grazin' this kid went out the window about as fast as my foot had hit my brakes minutes before. I countinued to back up with this "you've got some nerve" look on my face hoping he sees me and when I put it in drive to go past him he just looks at me.......holding out his hand like a traffic guard.....mouthing the words "I'm so sorry....I'm so sorry!".
I realized that I had never really seen or actually heard the words he'd said seconds before. (But, you know, it sure "looked" like he was sayin' a certain something). I looked at him, put my hand up, smiled, and mouthed the words "It's ok. No, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" and then drove off...
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