Early this morning, I’m driving to campus for a meeting. I’m half awake, and the day hardly shimmers with beauty in the drizzle.
I come to a four-way stop sign at the exact same time another car reaches it.
The driver, an older man, points to me and waves. “You go first!” he mouths and smiles.
“Me?” I point to myself.
“Yes,” he nods.
I drive on, feeling a burst of love that people do show kindness and insist that others go first.
Did someone let you go first today?