Saturday, March 2, 2019

Snow on the Highways of Life


March 2, 2019

It was a Saturday morning on Route 80, west of Walcott, Wyoming. Due to a snowstorm across the southern part of the state, Friday leaked into Saturday for the Trucker and his Passenger, to the tune of 2:30AM before it ended in a peaceful lot at Walcott, insulated by the falling snow.

Now 9:30AM, they were on the road again. Wintry precipitation, a misty mix of rain and snow, was still falling. Route 80 westbound was mostly snow covered, though not a deep snowpack. Slick, the WYDOT website warned, and electronic billboards flashed cautions and speed limits of 45mph. Visibility was occasional.

More traffic on the road than the night before, and mostly trucks. The Trucker drove cautiously, passed carefully when necessary, and in general created as much elbow room for the truck as possible. Knowing exactly what his truck would do in every situation and what he himself was capable of, did not guarantee that other drivers on the road could say the same.

West of Green River, on the eastbound side, traffic was stopped behind a tractor trailer, which had recently slid onto the median, the mangled tractor twisted round to point backwards along the trailer, resembling a bird whose neck had been wrung. Emergency vehicles were gathered round, lights flashing. A tow truck was in readiness.

Though some traffic, intercepted far enough back, has been detoured onto the frontage road to continue eastward, the rest bottlenecked behind the wreck. Approximately a half mile back, another rig, unable to stop in time, had spun completely around to face west again, separating from its tractor. Again emergency vehicles gathered around, and a large tow truck was working to clear the disabled truck away.

As the Trucker and his Passenger proceeded carefully westbound, vehicles in the opposing lanes continued to flow eastward, only to dam up behind the wrecks. And inevitably, twice more had trucks who in their attempt to stop, slid into the vehicles already stopped. One sideways into another, ending up across both lanes, another having steered into the median to avoid a collision. Finally, a whole rig, still connected, had plowed off the right eastbound lane into deep snow, and appeared to have been temporarily abandoned.

The Passenger’s heart went out to all those whose lives had been disrupted. Schedules in disarray, insurance arrangements and repairs to make, jobs to worry about. None of these mishaps would have occurred were it not for the snow storm creating slippery roads and compromised visibility.

But when her eyes lifted away from the confusion below to the gently falling snow above, a whole new perspective appeared. Drifting earthward, feather softly coating everything in its path, the snow was startling in its whiteness. Clinging to crack and crevice in the mountain rocks, frosting all the evergreen trees and dried tumbleweeds. Concealing the road’s grime and creating bushy eyebrows on every truck visor. Danger created by roads without traction seemed a small price to pay for such beauty.

It occurred to her, this is not unlike life. The path we travel – we think we know the way, know how the road will twist and turn, think we can anticipate every potential pitfall. When people or situations  appear, showing us attractive options, we are tempted to take them in stride and follow them along the path, without knowing where we are being led.

True discernment is needed. Some help us along the way, but some merely remove our traction, then step back and allow us to self destruct. When we place our trust in other people, we cannot always maintain a clear perspective of who they are and what the future holds.

One of the sayings we repeated frequently to our children, “What you do will affect everyone around you, and everyone around them as well.” As with those trucks, when they crashed, the lives of many others were changed as well. Some were injured and needed help to move forward, time to heal. Others were delayed, potentially lost jobs. As a rule, what was damaged would never again be the same.

Where does this discernment come from?

If any man lack wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all liberally, and in him is no shadow of turning, James 1:5

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