12/22/16: When you have the upper hand, you don't come first
Howdy! Guess who's back! To my devout readers, thank you for sticking around during this hiatus (I got a couple NEW readers even when I wasn't actively posting, so welcome!). I got busy with school, which I didn't realize would take such a toll, but I'm back with a more realistic promise of posting. I know that means it wouldn't be a "DAILY Purpose", but I still like the name, don't you? The effort will still be there, especially since we're all on winter break, but once school starts back up (I've only got two classes lined up, so that should make it easier this time around). To be honest, I didn't expect to jump back in today, but I thought of a lesson, so had to sign on.
Today, I almost ran over a bike rider and he looked young and healthy, from what I gathered in the five seconds I saw him. What happened was, I had to make a right turn and he was headed to the crosswalk of the street I was turning into. A part of me forgot that when you're driving, pedestrians have the right of way and, for you young'uns who aren't aware of what that means, they go first and the driver waits.
I have good news and bad news here: bad news is I got this close to hitting someone with my car and I wouldn't have known his condition if he hadn't sped past the back of my car as if nothing had happened, which is the good news. He didn't fall right after, so hopefully he didn't collapse from a heart attack a while afterwards. In fact, the worst I hope he got from it was shock. Anger even, which is understandable. Throughout the rest of my drive, I mostly felt relieved (although I've seen enough fictional dramas to know that while it may seem like he was okay in the aftermath, he could have lasting effects...somehow).
Point is, that was just me thinking of myself. He's okay, just drive on. There may be some witnesses who judge you for it, but you know they're right.
Looking back, I figured out why I was so rushed. At first, I told myself, "Just go slower next time and let the bicyclist pass first. You sped. You rushed. That was your issue." But then I found another mantra that I think could also be applied to the real world.
There's a reason why California law states that pedestrians have the right of way. I know that cyclists aren't pedestrians per se, but motor vehicles can still dominate if the two collided. That being said, the rules are clear: I should have allowed the biker his two seconds to pass first and then made my turn. There was no rush, yet I felt the need to hit the gas pedal and for what? To get home faster?
Purpose: When you have the upper hand in ANY situation, you don't come first anymore. I admit that I was selfish when I deliberately decided to make that turn before the bicyclist could cross. If he had hit me, that would have been my fault because I should have waited, and there's a handful of witnesses who would've backed him up. It doesn't matter if I'm the woman and he was the man. It doesn't matter if I was shorter and younger while he was taller and older. On the road, drivers have the utmost authority, next are bicyclists, and then pedestrians. Simply put, it was HIS near-death experience, not mine. So I guess you can say I learned my lesson. Here's to hoping it sticks, for the sake of human life.