I feel compelled to comment with a poem, after almost being hit again, simply because I choose to cross the street at the sidewalks, as is my right as a pedestrian.
I am a senior, but still pretty agile, thankfully.
Anyone remember the old law, â€œLook left, right, left before turning?â€
Driving should be viewed as a privilege, and not as a right simply because itâ€™s you behind the wheel. Me first, me first!
This racing around corners because the light has turned green is getting beyond stupid. Was the individual who almost hit me â€“ with a child in her car â€“ proud she beat the traffic by a second or two, or was she surprised that she almost hit me â€“ or worse still, did she even notice?
The car, the driver, and me
When I reached the crosswalk
Well-marked and easily seen,
I stood there patiently waiting
For the light to turn green.
Just then the red turned to green,
As I heard a familiar beep,
The sign flashing out the countdown,
My turn now to cross the street.
Stepping down from off the curb,
I only took two steps
When from my left now came a roar
That scared me half to death.
I jumped back out of the way
As you barrelled your way through;
In that flash of a moment I saw
A car full of kids and you.
How worried will you feel
When itâ€™s your kids who cross the street
And a driver just like you
Is the one that they will meet?
If they get scared or hurt
Or harmed in any way,
Who would be at fault here,
And who then would you blame?
Stop lights serve a purpose,
To keep all traffic flowing.
How much time did you really lose
To keep you from where you were going?
P.D. Myers, Langley