… he was going home, to his house, he knows where he lives, he lived there, so really there is no question about that, he is an adult and has lived there all his life, but yet he drove past it and did not know, so exactly where is he going? What happened to him? Did he forget where he lived? Did his break failed? Was he daybreaming, absented minded or did he loose his senses? What exactly is the story? Oblivous he kept going, house behind and the issuse begs the question, so where is he going? At some point he has to stop, we all have to stop at some point, has the breaks totally gone? Are we watching an imminent car crash happen right before our eyes? What do we do with the guy in the car that seems to have no break, crusing on? How do we stop him, to let him know he passed home?
Do we jump in front of the car? No! I don’t think so, that is the sure recipe for disaster for us, but yet disaster is looming for him. Do we jump in a car and drive beside him? Do we? There has to be an intervention, we have to force stop some how? We need to get his attention? We have to let him know home is behind? There is nothing in front?
The story of this man is a story we find replayed over and over again in life of different people around us. People lose cognizance of who they are, where the controls are, they can’t see home, their house , and once you can’t see home, you can’t see anything else, you can’t see the red lights, the stop sign, the give way, the single yellow , double yellow, double red, anything, you can’t even see the traffic warden! How do we slow people down in the fast lane to talk to them, to let them know they have drove past the house? That there is nothing, absolutely nothing in front!
Beautiful Ivory 