Life on the other side of the car
It’s easy to sit in the rider’s seat and think you have all the answers how others should live their lives.
© Judy Mae Bingman
I took Jenny driving last week, or rather, she took me driving. We nearly got hit backing from the drive, went in reverse instead of forward, and just missed getting hit by an oncoming car.
“This sure looked a lot easier when I was sitting over there on that side of the car,” she said.
Some people sit in the right-hand seat all day long and “drive” other people’s lives.
She should …
He won’t ever …
If I were him I’d …
She’s nothing but a …
They sit comfortably in the rider’s seat enjoying the view while the other guy is doing the hard work of living life the best they can.
© Judy Mae Bingman
You can’t drive from the rider’s seat.
Nothing is as it seems, and to think you know better better is arrogance. Quit telling people how to live their lives. Instead, be compassionate about the life they’ve been dealt to drive.
A woman stopped by my house for a rummage sale. In my brief conversation, I learned she buried three of her five children. One died instantly in a car accident. Another, having recovered from the wreck, was raped and murdered. A third died in his 20s.
You never know the road people have traveled on their way to you.
“If all my friends were to jump off a bridge, I wouldn’t jump with them; I’d be at the bottom to catch them.” Unknown author