remedies for accidents
Most of us were tucked in our beds, safely sleeping while someone released their final gasp. Or scream. Or even relaxed his or her muscles for the final time. After all, Death must make us all feel different, right?
Five hours later, I found myself sitting still on the 405 freeway, making a frustrated attempt to get to work on time. The lanes were jammed and even the cars around me were fuming at the slow progression we were making. At this time, I was unaware that the dam in front of us was caused by the split between one's soul and skin, so there was nothing I could do except frantically think that I'd miss my meeting and frustrate my boss. A small problem in comparison.
Hours later, an e-mail surfaced at work in regards to the sluggish 405: fatality rung in my head like a metronome, and everything became clear.
Coming home from work, red lights were everywhere. The streets were clouded by cars, and everyone stagnant sat with frustration. Evidently, thoughts like, "I've had a long day at work, and I just wanna get home!" and "Drive, people! Drive!" and even "Don't you dare try getting into my lane!" were seeping out of the driver's side window...and everyone was in the right. You're supposed to get frustrated by these things. It's human nature.
But I could not. I caught up with Imogen Heap's "Speak for Yourself" record, instead. Playing old songs through my car's speakers that pushed pleasant melodies and curious thoughts into my head...thoughts that helped me forget how slow I was moving. I began air drumming and singing, looking into other's windows and noticing the gloomy expressions; feeling thankful that for some reason, the vibe in my car was much less weighty.
You should try it some time. It works. All you need are positive sounding songs and a breath of fresh air.
And yet, if that should not work, I urge you to try this...
Think about the fact that although you might not make it home exactly when you wanted to, or you might be a little late to some function, more often than not, you're gonna get there eventually. Think about the person who didn't get to his or her destination safely this morning, which created the slow-moving traffic we all witnessed. Chances are, he or she left behind a grieving tribe of loved ones who would take sitting in traffic or sitting in depression and question any day of the week.
They just lost an instrument that helped create a positive melody.
Five hours later, I found myself sitting still on the 405 freeway, making a frustrated attempt to get to work on time. The lanes were jammed and even the cars around me were fuming at the slow progression we were making. At this time, I was unaware that the dam in front of us was caused by the split between one's soul and skin, so there was nothing I could do except frantically think that I'd miss my meeting and frustrate my boss. A small problem in comparison.
Hours later, an e-mail surfaced at work in regards to the sluggish 405: fatality rung in my head like a metronome, and everything became clear.
Coming home from work, red lights were everywhere. The streets were clouded by cars, and everyone stagnant sat with frustration. Evidently, thoughts like, "I've had a long day at work, and I just wanna get home!" and "Drive, people! Drive!" and even "Don't you dare try getting into my lane!" were seeping out of the driver's side window...and everyone was in the right. You're supposed to get frustrated by these things. It's human nature.
But I could not. I caught up with Imogen Heap's "Speak for Yourself" record, instead. Playing old songs through my car's speakers that pushed pleasant melodies and curious thoughts into my head...thoughts that helped me forget how slow I was moving. I began air drumming and singing, looking into other's windows and noticing the gloomy expressions; feeling thankful that for some reason, the vibe in my car was much less weighty.
You should try it some time. It works. All you need are positive sounding songs and a breath of fresh air.
And yet, if that should not work, I urge you to try this...
Think about the fact that although you might not make it home exactly when you wanted to, or you might be a little late to some function, more often than not, you're gonna get there eventually. Think about the person who didn't get to his or her destination safely this morning, which created the slow-moving traffic we all witnessed. Chances are, he or she left behind a grieving tribe of loved ones who would take sitting in traffic or sitting in depression and question any day of the week.
They just lost an instrument that helped create a positive melody.
posted by rollbook at 7:30 PM
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