Right
to Life
Choosing
Life While Driving
“Choose Life”
announces the Florida specialty license plate. I see it when I can get out of
the way and let the road-rage-filled driver pass me. I just spent desperate
minutes wondering when I would be rear-ended and have a crushed vehicle,
whiplash, or worse. So I’m relieved when “Choose Life” and the vehicle it marks
fade in the distance as the driver races toward his or her destination. I’m
safe for the moment and still have my life intact.
Vehicles—note the plural,
it’s been more than one, two, or even three—with Choose Life plates have
tailgated me, then passed me at high, unsafe speeds, sometimes in residential
areas, and sometimes in no-passing zones. When I read the blur of the plate’s
admonition as it speeds on its way, each time I’m stunned at the audacity of
the message in view of the driver’s actions. Choose Life? Isn’t my life important?
I’m not in the womb
and haven’t been for 60 years and some months, so I made it out alive. On the
roads of our nation, it’s a gamble whether I’ll make it to my destination
alive.
It’s a sorry example
to advocate choosing life and then endanger the lives of others by choosing to
break even the most basic safety rules, never mind the most egregious.
When I get behind
the wheel of my car, I choose life for myself and the people with whom I share
the road. If those drivers who want me to Choose Life would extend me and
everyone on the road the same consideration, I’d be ever so grateful.
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