Lively Morning

I started getting up early again. I'm not much to label myself a "morning" or "night" person, I like to think I'm adaptable to either schedule. This morning I was glad I did do the "rise early" routine. While driving to work, I see a car swerve out of control around a pair of dogs ahead of me in the oncoming lane. Because of the dew on the roads, the angle which the driver swerved and the speed of the vehicle, the car flew off the road and rolled at least twice. The car was a total loss from what I could see. The driver was a correction facility officer and seemed to be a nice guy. Fortunately he wasn't hurt other than a few cuts here and there. He was more dazed and ticked off at losing control over the vehicle more than anything else. I got him what he needed to clean the blood up off himself and let him call his wife, police, whoever he needed to. It was amazing he was ok given how badly messed up the car was when it was all over. Once I was *positive* he was ok and people were there to keep an eye on him, etc. I left for work again.

Made me think though. One, I'm glad I drive a Jeep Wrangler. If for some reason I accidentally rolled that wrangler, there is no doubt in my mind that it would roll right over and be mostly ok. Nothing like a gigantic roll bar to make you feel safe! Two, life is dangerous, unexpected and should be experienced. Too many people closet themselves, all obsessed with all the knots in their rope that have been tied off. I'm not saying anything new mind you. There are *dozens* of books on this topic. I think the latest that everyone got behind was "Who moved my Cheese?" The message is still clear: pay attention to what is going on around you and act accordingly! That is something I've not been doing as of late. I've been bitching and moaning over things that I have no control over. Its the fact I can't control them that bothers me, not necessarily what happened. Well, I'm going to try and keep my head about me a bit better. That and start listing pros and cons about where I'm working, what I'm doing. I know I'll keep writing as a second job, that's not going to chance. Perhaps its time to change Job #1? Dunno, that's the million dollar question I think its time to figure out.

And to the gentleman I helped on North Balch road, God go with you, sir. I really hope the rest of your day goes *much* better than it started!