I know that the construction going on in Michigan gets annoying. I know that being stuck in traffic really sucks, especially if you’re late for something. Especially if you’re in a hurry. I get that. I really do.
I also know how hard it can be sometimes to merge into crazy freeway traffic. It’s hard to judge sometimes if the big semi is going to change lanes or if the cute guy in the silver pickup truck is going to slow down or speed up so that you can get in. It’s frustrating sometimes, that’s true.
However. Today, that was MY cute guy in the silver pickup truck. And he was simply driving home from an important meeting in our state’s capital. You saw him. You saw him in his Army camo with the “Iraq Veteran” license plate. I know you flipped him off lots and lots of times, to express your discontent at his driving style. I know it made you really mad when you were continually flipping him off and he smiled and waved as he passed you by.
But for you to then scribble a note on a piece of paper…for you to speed up to pull alongside him and press that note on your window for him to read…for you to write “You should have died in Iraq”…I wonder what you’ve been through. I wonder what in life could have made you so angry. What could have made you so bitter? How could you have become so unfeeling?
My Sarge has a wife who loves him. He has three children who adore him. His parents care for and respect him. He is a productive member of society who pays his bills and recycles. He drove the streets of Baghdad every day for a year, trying to avoid the roadside bombs and sniper fire. He lost a friend over there. Other friends are dealing even now with PTSD. He spent a year away from his family, wondering every single moment if he would ever see us again.
But I’m sorry that the traffic was bad. You’re right. That sucks.
I’m going to pray for you tonight, as I lie in bed waiting for sleep to come. I’m going to pray that you can let go of the anger. That you can find some peace. It must be miserable to be so miserable.
And then I’m going to snuggle up to Sarge and say goodnight. And I plan to thank God that Sarge didn’t die in Iraq, no matter what you say should have happened.
I hope your drive tomorrow goes better.