Because a Mind Is a Terrible Thing to Waste (especially when it's smeared across the pavement)
Recently I was pulled back from the brink of an empty street. Out here in the midwestern hinterlands people only cross the street when the signal says to. I grew up on the East Coast and went to college in a city, so I always assume it's normal to cross where- and whenever you can, not just when the little sign lights up. So, there I am about to step out into the totally empty street when someone tugs at my jacket and says, "Careful! You almost went out, there!" to which I replied, "That's what I was trying to do!" Perhaps a speeding pickup truck might have come flying at me out of the middle of nowhere, but I DID look before I tried to step. Isn't it nice, though, that a stranger would care?
The Contemplative Life 1994
Recently I was pulled back from the brink of an empty street. Out here in the midwestern hinterlands people only cross the street when the signal says to. I grew up on the East Coast and went to college in a city, so I always assume it's normal to cross where- and whenever you can, not just when the little sign lights up. So, there I am about to step out into the totally empty street when someone tugs at my jacket and says, "Careful! You almost went out, there!" to which I replied, "That's what I was trying to do!" Perhaps a speeding pickup truck might have come flying at me out of the middle of nowhere, but I DID look before I tried to step. Isn't it nice, though, that a stranger would care?
The Contemplative Life 1994
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