I got into a few fights this week while driving on the freeway, but I’m not really sure why.
The reason for my lack of interest in getting out of the car is simple: I was a few minutes late.
I had just left the restaurant at 6 p.m. and had to be back home by 6:30 a.m., but there was still no sign that I was supposed to be on the next stretch of road.
So, as I neared my destination, I stopped at a red light and then went back to the car to pick up my kids from school.
A few seconds later, I felt a thud on my left temple.
It was only a slight pain, and my vision cleared up.
I tried to look up to see if there was anyone nearby, and there was none.
But my eyes were open and I could see my car sliding down the road, so I didn’t know what to do.
I got out of my car and went back into the restaurant.
I quickly noticed that my left side was bleeding, so, I put my phone in my pocket and started looking for the source of the noise.
There were a few people in the restaurant who were standing nearby, so when I approached them, they told me they heard something hit the car.
They saw me get out of their vehicle and tried to help me, but my leg was already injured.
I could feel it bleeding from my leg, and they couldn’t even get me to the hospital.
I told them what had happened, and the one person they thought was the person who hit me immediately said, “Well, you should probably call the police.”
The police were on their way, so they didn’t need to go and call the hospital either.
I asked them what they thought about what I’d just experienced, and one of them told me he thought it was just another example of how cars can be so dangerous.
It’s easy to get carried away in traffic and think we have no control over the behavior of people in our communities, and I’m hoping this incident will help to remind us that.
This article originally appeared on HuffPost.