The Path is the Practice
Yesterday I made a stupid mistake driving, which angered another motorist. He rolled down his window and shouted at me. He was waiting up ahead for me, and when I stopped at the light next to him, I lowered my window to apologize. He started screaming, “There was a turn lane. You could have hit me! Why did you do that?” I said, “Listen, you need to take a breath. I said I’m sorry. My nav system told me to turn and I got flustered and made a mistake. I’m glad you were paying attention and that I didn’t hit you. I was wrong, and you are right. I am wrong and you are right. Again, I’m sorry.” He said, “Ok, ok, ok, ok,” each “ok” deflating his rage. Then he said, “Thank you.” After I drove away, I noticed how rattled I was, and I started crying.