Burden on Life’s Highway
After work I routinely hop into my car, loosen my tie and reach for the radio. I turn on my favorite jazz station because it always seems to slow down my day. Despite the traffic I usually enjoy the thirty-mile commute home from Delaware to Bel Air Maryland. It generally gives me a chance to disconnect from the workday before I hit the doorstep of the place called home. It was a Monday, after another eventful day at work when I pulled onto the busy highway with the melody of jazz filing my car and clearing my head. Almost immediately, I spotted a black Sports Utility Vehicle up ahead. The SUV caught my attention because, despite the heavy traffic, it was dodging in and out of the lanes. I wondered what could be so important that a person would drive so recklessly in rush hour on interstate 95?