Ambulance

In the past week, I have found myself driving over the bridge many times.  Many miles, many hours on the road.....all to get my people where they want to be.  Driving out of love I suppose.

So while driving one day (actually happened three times), I see an ambulance coming up the inside lane, lights flashing and trying to work its way through traffic.  I have always been aware and have moved out of the way for our first-responders.  It's the law and I would never want to be the delay.  Lately, I find myself so highly sensitized when this happens.  I am telling the other cars where they should go, not that they hear me.  I am imagining what scene may be happening inside. 

I think about the family who has been called to meet them at the hospital.  I wonder if children's lives are about to be forever changed.  I think about the spouse that might be launched into an altered reality. 

In the past, I moved out of the way and then just proceeded on my journey.  Now, I grieve for what might be happening.  I wish, my mind saw positive outcomes, but usually not.

I pray.  I pray that the outcome is not what all I imagine.  I pray for the workers.  I pray for the families.  I pray for the hospital staff on the receiving end who either has to get to work or share the most awful reality with someone.

When you see those lights......move and pray.  You will never know the story.