A hard lesson for most to learn, including me, is not to judge. We are so quick to judge others, we all do it and no one seems to be immune from being judged. This past weekend I was in a situation, this was a little bit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time and people just being mean. I don't want to sound whiny and I can understand the idea behind why they were upset but cut me some slack.
You know those people, the ones who wait until the last possible moment to merge, the ones we all think are trying to screw everyone and get to the front of the line. Well I was thought to be one of those.
This is how it happened. This weekend I was out running an errand when on the way home we ran into some traffic. Eventually the traffic stopped moving, a stand still. For at least 20 minutes we all sat there wondering what was going on. In my car I sat with a 3 year old and a 4 month old. Now I am not saying that automatically make me immune from waiting, and at first it seemed fine. But then the 4 month old woke up, at first he was just complaining a little and we were singing songs to him trying to head off the screaming that I knew was to be coming if he did not get nursed. So when the screaming came and me being the only adult there to try and comfort him I had to do something. As I saw it I had 3 options:
#1. Get out, run to the other side of the car, take him out of his car seat, bring him back to my side and nurse him, hope traffic does not start moving until we are done, run him back to his side, and strap him in. Did I mention this was on an interstate where the speed limit is 70mph.
#2. Pull over, I happened to be in the right lane, and proceed with #1.
#3. Pull over to side and drive past stopped traffic to next exit and proceed with calming the baby.
So, I went with what I deemed the safest for myself and my children, #3. Now I did not know why we had all stopped, I figured there was an accident. We could all see smoke and a couple of fire trucks did have to move through us, before we had all stopped. I pulled over and started to make my way past all the stopped vehicles, and people were not happy. They were yelling at me, one car even pulled out in front of me as to stop me from passing. I was shaking, people were so mad and said some really mean things. I made it to the front of the line where they were slowly letting traffic through. There was a guy who seemed nice enough to let me in and we were on our way to the next exit.
The guy who had let me "cut in line" seemed to be going the same direction as us. We made it to the gas station I nursed the baby, got back into the car and proceeded to head home, and who was behind me? The nice guy who let me "cut in." Like I had mentioned we were on an interstate where the speed limit is 70mph, so I stayed at 65 hoping he would pass me, and assure myself it was just me freaking out. But he didn't, in fact he followed me at a distance for quite sometime, and then all of the sudden he seemed satisfied with me and blew past me.
Now I know it might have been just a coincidence, but it just seemed too weird.
So the moral of the story is give people a little credit, don't assume everyone is an ass.