Over, Rover

During my morning commute, I growled the words “get over” on three separate occasions. 

First, I suggested it to someone in front of me, traveling not just more slowly than me, but more slowly than the posted speed limit. 

Next, I found myself behind someone with their turn signal on, trying to change lanes, who appeared to be stymied by the daunting task of working their way into congested morning traffic, despite a couple of drivers slowing down and providing the opportunity for a merger.

Finally, as I waited to make my last turn, I heard the distant wail of a siren. A moment later, an ambulance materialized at the top of a hill ahead of me. Despite the aging green light, I waited. Then I noticed a car on the other side, in front of the ambulance, reluctantly slowing down and pulling to the side. “Get over!” I muttered in quiet disbelief.

I’m always saddened and dismayed to see drivers reluctantly and distractedly pull to the side of the road and

stop for a funeral procession. You should do this out of respect and reverence. But if you can’t be bothered to get out of the way of an emergency vehicle, well, that is a different story entirely.

"In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in Heaven."

                                                                                  Matthew 5:16